Superstars of Tomorrow - Chapter 243: Revolutionary Project

In the age of fragmented reading, the warm love life with healing power is well received by readers. Gu Weiyi, is warm, good at study, and handsome. He is tender, caring, good at cooking and can even warm the bed. It is the love life between Gu Weiyi and Momo. Gu tries all means to win Momo’s love, while Momo is slow in love.

- Description from Novelupdates

Emperor Yongning liked his daughter, but he gave birth to eighteen sons in a row. For this reason, he specially asked the master to fortune-telling. Did he have a daughter?

The master told him, “Your Majesty, you have a daughter, and the daughter was born long ago.”

Emperor Yongning waved his hand and said, “I only have eighteen sons and no daughters.”

Master: “No, you have only seventeen sons.” The other is a daughter.

Emperor Yongning: “Absolutely impossible.”

Until one day, Emperor Yongning saw his eighteenth son Jun Ning, wearing a double-ring bun, wearing a pink skirt, pretending to be a little girl, and excitedly said to him: “Father, I am It’s not the prince, I’m the little princess you always miss!”

Emperor Yongning: “…What nonsense, you are my son.”

Jun Ning: “No, I’m your daughter.”

“Come on, give me a medical examination!”

After the test, it turned out to be a daughter.

Emperor Yongning: He, he has a precious daughter.

- Description from novelbuddy

Within the red tent, under the passionate eyes of the man on top, she was forced to make love and three thousand black strands turned to white.

A Lovecraft- inspired darker, grittier One piece fanfic. A fanfic based on emotion and madness. A fanfic not for the faint hearted.----------------Regret. I have been drowning in it for far too long. I’ve regretted every choice I’ve made, every mistake I’ve carried, every moment of my past. I’ve regretted the present I live, the path I walk. Even my future, uncertain as it may be, has been tainted by regret.But not anymore. I refuse to live under its shadow. Yet, I know the truth—I don’t have the power to escape it completely.Am I not like a flicker of flame? So fragile, so fleeting—one puff, and I’m gone.Regret has burdened me, weighed me down to make me climb the towering wall of greatness. But I press on.It was all I could do. All I ever wanted to do.