Xuanhuan Stories

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She Prince

Wan ke was murdered in the age of 16 trying to save his 12 year old step sister. To take over the kingdom,power and to be the top general XingXing disguises herself to a boy taking her brother's name when he was in his dead bed, informing others that the daughter of the Great lord Wen has been killed. She isn't someone who is fragile and weak she is someone who is courageous and a well known playboy. What will she face in her journey? Will she be able to hide her identity? Can she protect her loved ones? Who is behind all the chaos? Join the journey of life with XingXing (Wan ke) who tries to take revenge for her dead brother investigating on the case while studying in the school of scholars and leader where only the Princes are allowed. Setting:The old times

Shattered Bonds: The Reborn Heiress Strikes Back

Eloise Ferguson was the legitimate daughter of a powerful Senator, yet she was treated like a hysterical burden by her own family. In her past life, her parents forced her to marry a sadistic billionaire for political funding. When she resisted, they locked her in a psychiatric facility, drugged her, and left her to die in restraints while her "fragile" cousin Jaylene stole her life. She never understood why her mother hated her so fiercely. Why did her mother treat her brother Cortez and her cousin Jaylene like absolute royalty, while throwing her own flesh and blood to the wolves? Opening her eyes again, Eloise found herself back at age twenty-two, trapped in a restroom at a charity gala. Escaping her abuser, she used her awakened mystic abilities to look at her family's life forces. What she saw made her blood run cold. Thick, red biological cords connected her mother directly to both Cortez and Jaylene, intertwining in a perfect symbiotic bond. They weren't cousins. They were illegitimate twins born from her mother's secret affair. Eloise was the only true outsider in her own home. The realization hit her like a physical blow. Her entire life of abuse was just a cover-up for a nest of parasites stealing her father's name and her inheritance. But this time, she refused to be their victim. Armed with an unchallengeable executive order she blackmailed out of the United States President, Eloise crushed the hidden microphone in her bedroom. "Game on, Mother."

The Unbreakable Widow

The last thing I remember is the cold, seeping into my bones as I froze to death in an abandoned barn. But then, I heard weeping, and snapped my eyes open to find myself sitting on a hard wooden pew, at Andrew' s funeral. My mother-in-law, Debra Chadwick, was there, sobbing about how they' d take care of me and Molly, just as she did twenty years ago. The exact same false promise that had shackled me for two decades, turning me into their live-in nurse and servant until they threw me out to die. The sheer audacity of it, of being brought back only to face the same manipulative lies, surged through me with a hot, sharp rage. Not grief, not confusion, but pure, unadulterated fury. This time, I wouldn't take her sedatives. This time, I shoved her arm off me. This time, everything would be different.

Too Late For His Forgiveness

The man I loved, the man I was going to marry, asked me to save my twin sister' s life. He didn't look at me as he explained that Annabell's kidneys were failing completely. Then, he slid the annulment papers across the table. It wasn't just my kidney they wanted. It was my fiancé, too. He told me Annabell's dying wish was to marry him, even for a day. My family' s reaction was brutal. "After everything we've done for you?" my mother shrieked. "Annabell saved your father's life! She gave him a piece of herself! And you can't do the same for her?" My father stood beside her, his face grim. He told me if I wouldn't be a part of the family, I didn't belong in his house. I was being cast out. Again. They didn't know the truth. They didn't know that five years ago, Annabell drugged my coffee, causing me to miss our father's transplant surgery. She took my place, emerging a hero with a fake scar while I woke up in a cheap motel, branded a coward. The kidney humming inside my father was mine. They didn't know I only had one kidney left. And they certainly didn't know that a rare disease was already ravaging my body, giving me only months to live. Abel found me later, his voice ragged. "Choose, Aurora. Her, or you." A strange calm washed over me. What did it matter anymore? I looked at the man who once promised me forever and agreed to sign my life away. "Fine," I said. "I'll do it."

EXCLUSIVELY THE CEO'S (ECSTASY)

He's the most influential in South Korea, She has five part-time jobs. When fate brings them together, they don't start on good terms. *** Emily Chen gets hit by Joel Manchester —the CEO of Empire World Corporation. He helps her to the hospital and offers her money, as compensation for the accident, and to shut her up about it. But she rejects his money and asks for something else. Any idea what her request is? Come along, now!

Shattered Light: A Queen's Vengeance

I woke up back in my old novitiate room. The sunlight was weak, my head ached, but it wasn't physical pain. It was the crushing weight of a whole life, stolen, crashing back into me. Years of sacrifice, of pouring my heart into others-Ethan, Maya, Mr. Henderson-all ripped away. My deepest devotions, twisted by a dark ritual, a "Charm of Transference," meant to siphon my spiritual credit to my sister, Seraphina. She was lauded for my true work, celebrated for my love, while I was publicly shamed, exiled, and left to die, broken and alone. Now, I' m back, and the game is already in motion. Alistair is setting the stage for Seraphina's rise, forcing me down familiar paths of betrayal. I tried to change things, to build something real with Kai, to honor Mr. Henderson. But again, Seraphina claimed every ounce of my effort, my love, my sacrifice as her own, leaving me stripped bare, exiled, deemed "unworthy." Each repeated betrayal, a fresh cut, compounded the rage that had settled deep within me. How could they keep stealing my life, my essence, transforming my pure intentions into their glittering lies? The injustice was a living thing, purer and more potent than any "Grace" they pretended to embody. It burned away the last vestiges of the hopeful girl I once was. No more. I died once, broken and alone, with anger as my only companion. This time, my pain is my power, my rage a crucible. On the eve of Seraphina' s coronation, I won' t just endure. I will shatter their illusion, severing the very source of their stolen power, even if it means destroying myself in the process. The game has changed. I am back, and this time, I play to win.

No More Victim: Love's Dark Turn

The last thing I saw in my first life was my sister Chloe' s enraged face, her hands squeezing the life out of me. "This is your fault," she hissed, as my parents, Sarah and Richard, watched-my mother holding me down, my father glaring at me from beside the wrecked car. They blamed me for everything: the cross-country road trip that was Chloe' s selfish whim, her high-risk pregnancy, and ultimately the fender bender that led to her premature labor and the loss of her baby. Despite my warnings, they only saw my supposed jealousy and the money Chloe's rich husband, Ethan, offered. "She was always a burden," my father' s cold voice was the last sound I heard before darkness consumed me. Then, I gasped, my eyes flying open, the smell of turpentine filling my nose. I was back in my art studio, unharmed, just as my phone began to ring. It was Mom. My blood ran cold; I knew this was the day they' d propose the trip. Every memory of their betrayal, their hatred, and my agonizing death flooded back. This time, things would be different. "Hello?" I answered, my voice steady. "Ava? Finally," my mother' s impatient voice said. "Listen, dear, we have the most wonderful news." A cold, quiet resolve settled over me. They wanted a pawn, a servant, a scapegoat, and they had gotten me killed for it once. Now, I would give them what they wanted, and watch them choke on it.

LIFE AND DEATH HOLDER

Kali once said, "be careful who you trust. Remember, demon was once an angel." ... Manuel Kagura Anastacio is a simple and family oriented guy. His fate in mortal world which is the earth was a big misfortune, because first, when he was born, his father died. Second, he became the center of bullying because of his physical appearance that called ugly. Third, he confessed to his best friend then, he was rejected by his best friend. After that rejection, accident happened and cause him to die. Then, he went to the place called Purgatory - where all the soul being judge whether they go to Paradiso or Impyerno. As he wake up, he met his guardian angel named Guardian Toki, and find out to be his attorney in Purgatory. As the destiny start to play with him, Manuel Kagura Anastacio was given a chance to live again and reincarnate to Mundo da Fantasia where magic(Hold) exist. Together with Guardian Toki, they will fight against the creatures with evil intentions and eliminate them. But before they reincarnate, the ruler of Purgatory, which is Supreme Dea Justo, was given a new name for Manuel Kagura Anastacio into Sephtis Kali, also given a new name for Guardian Toki into Vita Guia and given a title THE TWINS OF PURGATORY What adventure awaits to Kali ang Guia? How they manage to fight and eliminate evil deeds? How will they encounter love in the midst of their adventure?

The Twin's Fatal Deception: A Reborn Wife's Justice

A grim news report flashed on screen: "Catastrophic lab explosion at Innovatech Robotics." Then came the update that made my blood run cold: "CEO Mark Reinhart critically injured but alive. His twin brother, David Reinhart, tragically declared dead." My husband. Alive. But a chilling memory slammed into me. Because this wasn't the first time this tragedy played out, just with the names reversed. In my first life, Mark died, and David appeared, claiming amnesia. But I knew it was Mark, changed and cruel. He, along with his venomous mother and David's manipulative wife, gaslighted me, painting me as delusional. They neglected my sweet Emily. They smeared my name, turning the community against me. It ended in fire and screams. Emily and I didn't escape that guest house. That nightmare of betrayal and agony was my first life. Now, the roles were switched, but the lie was the same. A cold wave of recognition, brutal and sharp, washed over me. How could this be happening again? No. This time, Emily needed me. I wouldn't be the victim. I would write a new ending. Let Mark have his stolen life with Jessica; he would lose absolutely everything else. My resolve hardened, sharp as steel.

My Unconventional Bride

Eleanor Hayes, my godmother, sat across from me in her familiar study, presenting glossy portfolios for my future. "It's time you thought seriously about settling down," she said, gentle yet firm. My heart slammed against my ribs, a desperate drum. This conversation. This room. I knew it. A cold dread, sharp as a winter blade, pierced through me, an echo from a life already lived. Isabelle Vance. Her beautiful, cruel face flashed, bringing with it the suffocating memories of my first existence. "You were never good enough for me, Ethan," she' d hissed, her eyes like ice, a final cut. That bitter, public divorce, her humiliating betrayal with Julian Croft. Then, the shouting, the chaotic confrontation, and her spoiled child' s reckless prank. The fall. Darkness. A chilling plunge into an ornamental lake, drowning amidst the detached laughter of society. My own death, undeniably real, my last breath choked with bitter regret and public ridicule. Now, I was back. Years earlier. At this exact, pivotal moment that began my first life' s spiral into ruin. I could feel the ghost of that past betrayal, the hollowness of a future wasted, screaming at me. I had been a fool, desperate for acceptance from the wrong woman. But this time, a second chance pulsed with terrifying clarity. This time, I would defy expectations. This time, I would choose my own destiny, no matter how unconventional.

The Unseen Culprit

The scent of lavender oil was thick in the air, a constant reminder of my new life as a blind massage therapist. Years ago, while proctoring an SAT exam, my sight inexplicably vanished, leaving me to navigate a world of sound and touch. But my quiet existence shattered when two familiar voices, brimming with arrogance, drifted in: Vic Stone, boasting about cheating, and David Miller, whispering about 'the culprit' who was 'right there in the exam room' when I went blind. My hands froze, my heart hammering as the full, horrifying realization hit me: my tragedy wasn't a freak accident, but a premeditated attack. My entire life, my career, my very existence, had been stolen by someone in that room. Who was this mastermind, hiding in plain sight? Why me? And what did David know that he couldn't openly say? The injustice burned hotter than any anger I'd ever known. Before I could demand answers, a sudden, blinding pain plunged me into a different kind of darkness. Yet, I gasped awake, light flooding my vision, back in that SAT room on the very day it happened. I was Michael Davies, proctor, again – with a terrifying second chance to stop my own undoing, and expose the monster who stole my life.

Called by the Token: Her True Mate

The fluorescent hum of the county clerk's office was the soundtrack to my defiance. I clutched the pen, ready to marry Liam Thorne, a man I' d run seven days and suppressed a blood-bound token for, all to rewrite a past that still haunted my reborn soul. Before the ink could touch the paper, Liam snatched the license. Rip. My heart stopped. "I have to marry Chloe first," he said, his words echoing the betrayal I remembered from a lifetime ago. He spoke of a week, of saving Chloe' s reputation, but I remembered years in a damp root cellar, the loss of our children. My blood-bound token throbbed as his guards abducted me, dragging me to his coastal estate. There, Chloe, the cousin whose manipulations haunted my first life, paraded in my wedding gown, her triumph chilling. With a staged cry and a splash of fake blood, she framed me. Liam, blinded by her fake tears, roared, "Take her to the old root cellar!" My nightmare was real again. The sting of his slap echoed the cruelty of a past he seemed to have forgotten, but I hadn't. Had he learned nothing? Did he truly believe a week could erase my agony, our lost children, the years in that dark cellar? The blood-bound token, suppressed for so long, now pulsed with a furious, undeniable call. As the heavy door of that dreaded root cellar slammed shut, I finally let go. No more running. No more pretending. My forced apology was a lie, a means to an end. It was time for my people to find me. It was time to go home. And this time, I wouldn't be marrying him. I was going home to Elijah.

My Gift, His Curse: A Spectral Reckoning

I'm Anya, and I see ghosts-a family gift that's always been a curse, until I found fragile peace at Serenity Glen, learning to manage my powers and appease the vengeful ghost, the Lady in Gray, who was finally nearing her eternal rest. That fragile peace shattered the day I saved tech mogul Ethan Cole from death, exacting a vow of unwavering loyalty only for him to spend seven years flaunting an affair and dismissing me as "too mystical." His betrayal escalated into a calculated torment: desecrating my home, stealing my protective amulet, orchestrating the demolition of Serenity Glen-my sanctuary-and even murdering my mentor, Elijah, all while forcing me into torturous blood transfusions for his mistress and secretly planning to abort my unborn child. My world crumbled as I learned his "near-death" was a setup from the start, a manipulative ploy to exploit my spiritual connections, and Elijah's death wasn't an accident but planned murder, leaving me reeling from a betrayal so profound it defied comprehension. As his mistress, Tiffany, revealed his full deceit and then spitefully destroyed my last sacred defense-my moonstone pendant-a primal rage erupted within me, unleashing a force far older and more vengeful than I could control, ensuring that the price of Ethan's betrayal would finally be paid.

Blind Empress Rebirth

Huan Meirong was blinded by love and took things for granted. Despite being smart and powerful, she was deceived by her most beloved person, her husband, the Emperor of Huang Empire along her most trusted friend. She was played by them from the start; all the love and laughs had been all false! How naive had she been! In the end, she was drugged and her heart was stabbed by the hands of her best friend as her husband watched with cold eyes; there was no love within them, she must have been truly blind to not have seen it in all the years she had been by his side. But the Heavens were benevolent and gave her a second opportunity. She was reborn in a different body, recovering her youthful looks but as she had told herself in her death many times, she was really blind and not in a figurative manner, her eyes couldn't see.

ENEMY

Losing everything in the blink of an eye,her royal status,her family and her country. Aurora has only one agenda in her life,to destroy her enemy! Overtaking every country, his goal was to reunite the world,be it death!he would stop at nothing...he wasn't human afterall,he was the leader of the whitewalker!

Primordial chaos god

People in the myriad realms began cultivation by opening their spirit meridians and condensing a Qi sea in their daitian through the absorption of the essence of heaven and earth. "All living things are not born equal under the Heavens, yet the Great Dao is fair as far as one is willing there is a way " Zhan Shenwei was not useless, although he had crippled meridians, he was born with " Innate Divine Strength " and was known for his humongous appetite and battle strength, even among his generation none could defeat him. Of course since he couldn't cultivate, with time the gap between him and his peers would only get wider . Only he knew his strength wasn't as simple as just " Innate Divine Strength ". .....

The Bait Boy's Billionaire Secret

The preliminary exam for the Presidential Scholarship was about to begin. I stared at the essay prompt: "The Nature of Ambition." I knew exactly what to write. A flawless essay, every sentence a stroke of genius, destined to secure my spot in the finals and launch my brilliant future. But in my last life, that perfect essay became my death sentence. Mere minutes before I could hand in my paper, my rival, Ethan, uploaded an identical one online. Then, he and my girlfriend, Jessica, launched a brutal campaign, painting me as a fraud, a plagiarist who stole from the school's golden boy. The scandal utterly destroyed me. I was expelled, the scholarship snatched away. The immense stress broke my mother's weak heart; she died, still questioning my integrity. My father, a humble bait-and-tackle shop owner, spent his entire life savings trying to clear my name before he perished in a suspicious boating "accident." Left with nothing, watching Ethan celebrate his Yale graduation online, I extinguished my own life. The cold, hard rage of that injustice consumed me, even in death. How did they know every thought, every perfect turn of phrase? How could they have replicated my genius so flawlessly, systematically dismantling my life while I was powerless? Now, I'm back. In the same exam room, at the same desk, with the same clock ticking down. This time, I' m not just rewriting an essay. I' m rewriting history. And the script calls for a reckoning.

The Price of Mike's Lies

The coppery taste of blood was a phantom memory, chilling me to the bone as I jolted awake. I knew this day; it was etched into my soul, the day Red Rock burned and I died at Mike’s hand, a forgotten casualty of his reckless ego. This time, I wouldn’t just watch; I’d save Red Rock, starting with the town alarm, a desperate wail echoed by my pounding heart. But the school bus, our only way out for the women and children, was gone, along with the men and our best guns. Mike had taken them, miles away, for a lavish birthday party for his new girlfriend, Lila, completely abandoning us. He’d stripped us of our last hope, dismissing my desperate warnings as cheap jealousy, leaving us vulnerable to the marauding Vulture gang, who were already tearing our town apart. Even his own sister, Chloe, was slapped by him and sent back when she tried to warn him. Later, fiercely pregnant, I rode out alone for help, only to be intercepted by Jake, Mike’s blindly loyal deputy, who, brainwashed, believed my pleas were lies. He dragged me, bound, to their drunken desert party, where Mike publicly humiliated me, forcing me to watch while our homes turned to ash. How could Mike be so blind, so cruel, sacrificing everyone for a frivolous celebration? My agony intensified when Red Rock lay in ruins; Mike, feigning shock, turned the mob’s grief and rage onto me, blaming me for everything. They descended, a blur of fists and kicks, until a searing, tearing pain in my belly confirmed my worst fear: my baby, violently ripped from me. But this time, I wouldn't die in silent despair. As life drained from me, Chloe appeared, a small, defiant beacon, exposing Mike's selfish lies and turning the tide of vengeance. This time, Mike, you wouldn't get away with it.

My Hundredth Death: A Mother's Vengeance

I had died 99 times for Ethan Lester, my sacrifice healing him with our family's ancient elixir, believing his promises of a future as his First Lady. But when I lay in my hospital bed, pregnant with our child, the truth exploded around me like a bomb: Ethan and his manipulative lover, Nicole, had meticulously planned my family's massacre to steal every last drop of our elixir and now wanted it from my unborn baby. My world shattered as I heard Ethan coldly declare my family's extermination "necessary" for Nicole's healing, plotting to "rescue" me later and lie about the gang who "took" me, while I was trapped, starving, and tortured. How could the man I loved, the father of my child, orchestrate such an unspeakable horror, sacrificing everything and everyone I held dear for a mere scar on his mistress? As the surgeon's scalpel touched my skin, with my last breath and a mother's furious love, I poured every ounce of my life force into my son, making my 100th death my final act of defiance, ensuring he would never bring me back.