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My Inner Thought is Exposed! The Villain Family Defy Their Fate!

Yun Wanqing transmigrated into a book and became the pitiful and short-lived cannon fodder sister of the vicious female supporting character in the story. Thinking about the tragic fate awaiting her family, Yun Wanqing cried out in her heart. "Mother, you kindly took in the cousin, yet she covets my father and wants to become his concubine. Soon, she will harm you to death~" "Father, you were set up by the female protagonist, and after your death, your head was displayed on the enemy’s city wall to be scorched by the sun, becoming Da Wu Country’s shame~" "Elder sister is the female protagonist, but her fortune is taken away, turning her into a vicious female supporting character. Later, she is abandoned by her fiancé and tortured to death by the female protagonist’s suitors~" "Elder brother, a virtuous and noble gentleman, is betrayed by friends, ending up blind, deaf, and fighting with dogs for food in the streets~" "Second brother, a demonic prodigy, loses his memory overnight, is picked up by the female protagonist, and becomes her lapdog, helping her kill Seventh Uncle and his beloved. Ultimately, his beloved dies in his arms, and he draws his sword to kill himself." "As for me, well, I was shot through the heart by ten thousand arrows along with Seventh Uncle!!!" Later, Yun Wanqing astonishingly discovers that the family’s character settings have collapsed. Mother dealt with the cousin in advance, father wasn’t killed, elder sister married the Emperor and became his only beloved in the harem. Elder brother was the first to betray his friend, second brother married his beloved, and even Seventh Uncle wasn’t a major antagonist, but instead became the most sought-after eligible bachelor among the noble women in the capital. As for her, she was cherished and pampered by the entire family. Yun Wanqing was baffled, how did the whole villainous family change their fate against the heavens? The plot has collapsed way too absurdly, hasn’t it? Did she transmigrate into a fake book?
Cloud Spirit · 1.7m Views

Ruinous Love

**WARNING** CONTAINS SCENES OF EXTREME PHYSICAL VIOLENCE AND DISTRESSING PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA● The heavy thud of the bridegroom’s footsteps echoed against the polished floorboards of the veranda. The pungent, sharp scent of wine mingled with the cold night air. Dazed and unsteady, he flung open the carved double doors with the reckless haste of a drunkard and stumbled inside. Hàn Yuè (汉月) sat on the edge of the bed, silent and with her head bowed. Her thin, white nightdress stood out in stark contrast to the darkness of the room, which was illuminated only by the flickering candlelight. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with every breath; she knew this union was no marriage, but a blood pact between two powerful clans. The groom cast a heavy, bleary-eyed gaze over her. He slammed the door shut and leaned against it. Hàn Yuè looked up, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. A cruel sneer played on the man’s lips as he rasped: "I still find it hard to believe that the unattainable daughter of the Lán (嵐) clan has fallen into my hands like this. Well... such was your fate; you had better get used to it. From now on, we are husband and wife, and tonight... will be memorable for us both." Without a word, Hàn Yuè rose. With a sorrowful expression, her trembling hands reached for the ties of her robe; the soft silk slipped from her shoulders and pooled onto the floor. The groom, his eyes glinting with arrogance, reached to untie his sash when, suddenly… The silence that had engulfed the room was shattered by the horrific sound of splintering wood. The broad blade of a sword pierced through the wooden door with unrestrained violence, passing straight through the groom's spine. The bloodied tip of the blade protruded from his abdomen, stopping directly in front of Hàn Yuè’s terrified eyes. Pinned to the door, the groom’s eyes bulged from their sockets as his body convulsed. A stifled, rattling sound emanated from his throat. Hàn Yuè’s covered her mouth with trembling hands and staggered back in horror. A moment later, the shadow behind the door pulled the sword out with a swift, ruthless motion. A fountain of blood sprayed from the groom’s mouth, splattering the floorboards and staining the girl’s white skirt. The man’s knees gave way, and he collapsed face-first onto the ground. Hàn Yuè’s long, piercing scream echoed through the cold air of the chamber, whilst dark red droplets of blood had left their mark upon the white silk of her gown.
Pouria_Zarrinpar · 20.6k Views

The Mordred

Nymera Astrelle Vale. Royal Biologist. Scientist. Rebel. A woman who lived nine centuries longer than most humans could dream. She believed knowledge should belong to everyone. She believed power should not belong only to the rich. She believed humanity could evolve together. She was wrong. — A throne world. Uranus. An execution chamber built from polished chrome and glass. The Emperor watching from above. Joseph I the Bloody. Absolute Monarch of the American Empire. Her emperor. Her patient. Her judge. Her executioner. — Nine hundred ninety-nine years of life. Centuries of research. A lifetime spent unlocking the secrets of the Gifted Human project. Emitter types. Transformation types. Mutant types. Powers that could turn ordinary people Into kings. But only the wealthy were allowed to awaken. Only the elite. Only those born into the right bloodlines. — Nymera tried to change that. She tried to give the power to everyone. To the poor. To the workers. To the forgotten. To humanity itself. — The empire called it treason. The court called it rebellion. The Emperor called it class betrayal. — The blade fell. Her blood spilled across the sterile floor of Uranus. Executed. Erased. A traitor to the American Royal Family. — She died believing her fight had meant something. She died believing the future would remember her. She died believing justice mattered. — She was wrong again. — Then— A white room. A strange old man. A cosmic mistake. A god who dropped something into her universe and ruined her fate. — And suddenly— August May 5th, 1820. Britain. London. — She opened her eyes again. Not as the royal biologist of the 55th century. Not as Nymera Astrelle Vale the revolutionary. But as something else. Something wrong. Something the gods themselves did not intend. — Because somewhere in the heavens… A cosmic administrator was panicking. — “I didn’t mean to send her into that body.” — Britain does not know what has arrived. Kings do not know. Popes do not know. Empires do not know. — But history is about to change. Because Nymera Astrelle Vale has returned to life. And this time— There are no gifted humans. No futuristic empires. No advanced technology. No safety nets. — Only politics. Only survival. Only power. — And somewhere in Europe… A fate waits for her. A name history will curse. A destiny written in betrayal. — Mordred. — In her first life, she tried to save the world. In this one? She might destroy it. ------------------------------------------ Author Note: This is a spin-off of my other story (I Became Beyonce’s Half Sister) and is apart of the I.C.T.M.T universe. WARNING WARNING ⚠️⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ Content Warning: Throughout this story, there are scenes involving strong language, physical and emotional abuse, sexual situations, violence, and other mature or disturbing themes. Please read with discretion.
Nicholas_Sea · 129.8k Views

The Shadow of Great Britain

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.” Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?” The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?” Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!” “Oh!!!!” The audience erupted into thunderous applause. “Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately. The applause grew even more fervent... (The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)
Chasing Time · 335k Views