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Daughter of Danger

Christina has spent her life in the shadows of a past she barely remembers. Separated from her father at the age of five under mysterious circumstances, she grows up sharp-tongued, reckless, and brilliantly chaotic—surviving on instinct and unanswered questions. All she knows is that her father was a hero… and that he vanished. Years later, her search leads her to Swellview—and to a hidden lair beneath Junk N’ Stuff. Breaking into the Man Cave is easier than expected, mostly because Schwoz already knows exactly who she is. He’s been waiting. The only problem? Ray Manchester—Captain Man himself—has no idea the girl standing in his lair is his daughter. Christina isn’t impressed by heroes, especially not loud, egotistical ones in red spandex. And Henry Hart—Kid Danger—is everything she can’t stand: righteous, annoying, and always in her way. From their first clash, sparks fly in the form of insults, rivalry, and constant sabotage. They don’t trust each other. They barely tolerate each other. But as Christina gets pulled deeper into the world of heroes, secrets begin to crack. Missions go wrong. Feelings get complicated. And the line between enemy and ally blurs—especially when Henry starts to see past her chaos and Christina realizes that caring might be more dangerous than fighting. With her identity hidden, her father unknowingly training beside her, and her heart caught in a battle she never planned to fight, Christina must decide what she really wants: revenge, answers… or a family she thought she lost forever. Enemies. Chaos. Secrets. And a love that was never supposed to happen.
Andrea_Johnson800 · 113 Views

The Shadow of Immortality

The feeling was fleeting, sharp—a sudden and terrifying void where his past should have been. A beautiful face he once loved… now mere grains of sand slipping through Clark's fingers. All that remained for him now was his name: Clark. This forgetting was incredibly potent. Clark felt an intense headache in every pore of his head. He began to see his surroundings. He was wearing rusty metal armor. When he looked ahead, he saw a strange man. He was calm, holding a nearly empty bottle of liquor. This man had lit a fire and was sitting beside it. Next to him was a rotting, dead corpse. The stench of blood was piercing, revolting to Clark's senses. Clark was tense, his hand on the sword beside him. He didn't understand why, but it was the survival instinct within him. The man looked at Clark. His voice was unsettlingly calm. • "Don't trouble yourself reaching for that sword. I didn't kill him, I found him like this with an empty bottle." Clark ignored the dizziness and sat beside the man, his hand still on the hilt. Clark's voice sounded as if his vocal cords were frayed from hunger. • "Who are you? What is this place?" • "My name is Jin. I woke up in a field of corpses. You were the only breathing thing. So I dragged you here." I was hoping you had answers. About me. About any of this." Clark's expression froze. He hadn't comprehended that he had amnesia. "What do you mean 'about you'?" Jin replied with a helpless smile. "I don't know. I've lost… everything. All that's left for me is instinct. The need to survive. That's all." Enjoy reading it!
diodaa · 242.1k Views

Interstellar Minner

In a universe where immortals harvest asteroids and salvation depends on energy quotas, cultivation is not a path of destiny — it is an industry. Mo Xuan was once an ordinary middle school student on Earth, until a lightning strike tore his soul from his body and flung him into the Qingyuan Minor Immortal Realm — a declining world stranded in the endless Void. Reborn into a poor clan that sacrifices generations to fund his education, Mo Xuan discovers that becoming an immortal is not about talent alone. It requires examination quotas, scarce resources, and survival in a cosmos already scraped nearly dry. In this realm, immortals do not soar freely across heaven. They work. They scavenge. They mine drifting asteroids for energy to keep their dying world from collapsing. Armed with a low-grade void transport vessel, crushing debt to the Grand Academy, and the weight of his family’s two-hundred-year sacrifice on his shoulders, Mo Xuan ventures into the infinite darkness as a “Void Scavenger” — an interstellar miner gambling his life against cosmic monsters and unstable space. But the Void is not empty. Ancient creatures drift between the stars. Mysterious energy cores shine like newborn suns. And somewhere within the wreckage of abandoned worlds lies the chance to build an Immortal Garden — a personal microcosm that separates a mere half-immortal from a true celestial being. To save his family. To repay generations of sacrifice. To rise in a universe that is running out of energy. Mo Xuan must gamble everything. In the end, immortality is not granted by fate. It is mined from the darkness.
周廷翰 · 2.1k Views

LOTUS REBIRTH UNDER MOONLIGHT

A thousand years before the storm ever touched my world, the empire feared only one thing— their immortal emperor. Emperor Zhao Yuchen had ruled since the founding of the dynasty. Generations were born beneath his reign, grew old beneath his shadow, and were buried while he remained unchanged. His hair never silvered. His blade never dulled. His throne never weakened. They called him Heaven’s Chosen. They whispered he was Heaven’s Punishment. For it was said that he was cursed by a witch. to live alone. He would reign beyond mortal time. But he would never hold an heir born of love. even though cursed, the emperor is still a man. And men, no matter how powerful, are not immune to longing. Years passed before he chose again. This time, the bride was not a foreign princess nor a noble pawn. She was the Prime Minister’s long forgotten daughter a girl raised among books and lotus ponds, soft-spoken yet unyielding. Yue Lian. They said she was born during a lunar eclipse, when the sky turned the color of spilled ink. They said lotus flowers bloomed out of season the day she first cried. Omens followed her like quiet attendants. Unlike the emperor’s previous brides, Yue Lian did not tremble when the decree arrived. She accepted the imperial edict with lowered eyes and steady breath. But on the night before the wedding, beneath a full and watchful moon, she walked alone to the palace lotus pool. The water reflected silver light. The blossoms were open, luminous against the dark. No guards followed her. No maids dared interrupt. By morning, her body was found beneath the surface, silk drifting around her like a fallen banner. White petals clung to her hair. Her expression was peaceful—almost resolute. The court declared it misfortune. The people called it the curse. And the emperor— The emperor said nothing. For three days she remain dead until a soul from the modern world rebirth inside her.
Ngozi_Grace_6104 · 381 Views