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Paul closed the door. The soft click of the latch seemed to seal their small world from the rest of the town. The room was a world apart from the luxury Hilda came from; it smelled of beeswax and clean linens, and the only light, an oil lamp, cast dancing shadows on the rough-hewn wooden walls. She stood by the window, her back to him, her silhouette an elegant slash of dark red against the glass. The tension was so thick you could almost taste it. "Not exactly the…-
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The stench of stale beer, adventurer's sweat, and the thick smoke from the hearth was the usual perfume of the Yawning Boar. Paul Greyrat didn't mind. In fact, he liked it. It was the scent of freedom, a tangible reminder that he wasn't trapped in the polished hall of some stuffy nobleman. "Come on, old man, don't be stingy. Fill this mug to the brim, or I'll have to tell your wife about that waitress from Millis I saw you with last month." The tavernkeeper, a stout…
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Hey everyone, First off, I want to share some incredible news with you. Thanks to your amazing support, my stories combined have reached almost 3 million views and have climbed into the top popularity rankings. I'm truly happy and grateful for this! This incredible reception is what motivates me to keep expanding this universe. That's why I'm thrilled to officially announce the launch of my new Patreon, a space dedicated exclusively to the more explicit and boldest…
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Outside the intensive care unit of Renhe Hospital, Lin Xiaoyu stared at the silver USB drive in her hand, her fingertips cold. The hallway TV was playing the morning news: “Xu Shichang, chairman of Xingyao Media, is under police control for multiple cases of sexual assault and extortion. Several of his artists are under investigation…” The hospital door opened slightly, and Yang Xue walked out, her eyes swollen. “He’s awake, but the doctor says he shouldn’t talk for too long.” Zhou Ziyu…-
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In the back alley of Junyue Hotel, Lin Xiaoyu turned off the car engine and got out. The night wind stung her cheeks painfully. Her phone showed 1:27 AM, and there were still over eight hours until her meeting with reporter Li Yan. She touched the room card in her pocket—Zhou Ziyu’s assistant's room, now her only hope. The security guard in the hotel staff passageway was dozing off. Lin Xiaoyu lowered her hat's brim and swiped the card to slip inside. As the elevator ascended, her brain worked…
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The red carpet was laid out in front of the Junyue Hotel, and flashes from cameras went off incessantly. Lin Xiaoyu lowered her cap, clutching the invitation she had found in Xu Ya’s trunk. Her palms were sweaty. The name on the invitation was "Lin Ya," but the photo had been cleverly scratched out. The security guard glanced at it and let her in—at such events, no one would bother verifying a small screenwriter’s identity. The banquet hall was dazzling, with a champagne tower glowing in the…
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At the door of Room 2808 of the Peninsula Hotel, Lin Xiaoyu took three deep breaths before pressing the doorbell. The sweat on her palms nearly caused her to drop the USB drive and phone in her bag. The door opened, and Chen Ming’s shrewd, worldly face appeared in the crack of the door. "Miss Lin, right on time." He stepped aside to let her in. "Mr. Zhou is waiting for you." In the living room by the floor-to-ceiling windows, a tall figure stood, gazing at the city skyline. Hearing the footsteps,…
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The summer in Hengdian was always unbearably hot and stuffy. Lin Xiaoyu stood in a corner of the set for Phoenix Dancing through Nine Heavens, fanning herself with her hand. As a background actor in the crew, she had only filmed a single shot of her back for the past three days, with no lines at all. Her phone buzzed: it was a rent reminder from her landlord. “If I don’t get paid soon, I’ll be sleeping on the streets…” Lin Xiaoyu bit her lip and shoved the phone back into her pocket. Just…
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Helena followed Becka out of the room on the second floor, crossing a corridor that stretched long and dark. The thick runner beneath her feet bore embroidered foreign patterns that whispered of luxury. Arched doorways lined the hallway, their carved frames swallowing the scant light. Sconces bloomed like gilded flowers along the paneled walls, each cradling a trembling flame behind frosted glass. The glow was faint, like warmth bruised by shadow. Above, a pair of chandeliers hung like dimmed stars. On…-
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⚠️ Content Warning: This chapter contains references to past abuse and descriptions of physical scarring that may be distressing to some readers. Please take care while reading.♥️ ❧༻༺❁༻༺☙ Helena woke up before dawn, drenched in sweat. The fever had returned, and the nightmares dragged her back into the void. Too weak to clean herself or the soiled sheets, she sank onto the windowsill. Her slim hands trembled as she forced the window open. The dreams clung to her like claws…
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After Becka left, Helena sat by the window, watching snowflakes fall like whispers against the leaded glass. She felt the room pulse. Its silence beating in her ribs like a second heartbeat. Or perhaps it was her ears, still ringing with the weight of their words. Aidin Garath, wife to Lord Ossveil’s proxy, didn't ask her to leave, as she expected. She even assured her of a job, not charging her for the treatment. That alone stilled her blood. Chills ran down her spine. Why would they extend such…
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The first thing Helena noticed was the wrongness of the bed. It was too wide. Too soft. Too white. A softness that threatened to devour her whole. She woke up on a bed too kind to her presence. Too clean for her body. Helena stretched her aching limbs, reaching into her last memory; the carriage trip. Raymond had been speaking about a contract she'd have to sign if she was willing to work at the Ossveil manor. He talked about rules while her mind drifted. Then, black. She had no way of…
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Helena had left the convent wearing nothing but an old dress and the biting cold that clung to her bones. Warmth had faded from her fingers long ago—yet she blew into her palms, a motion born of habit rather than comfort. The snow glided down like minutes since dawn, an endless clock piling at her feet. She stood before the Registry Office, the village’s only building that might watch her back, waiting. A man rushed past her, boots crunching in the snow. He locked eyes with Helena—his…
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“Dear, would you like to be a cook at my house? I’ll prepare a room for you so you can live there as well.” At first, Julian wanted Lana to become their adopted daughter. Now, Ratri—Julian’s wife—was offering her a position as a cook in their house. Lana felt tension tighten the muscles in her head. She kept smiling without saying anything. You want me to be a cook? Don’t you actually mean a maid in your house? Lana didn’t understand the difference. Was that woman really sure she…-
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On the second day of taking over her late mother’s stall, she went to the market accompanied by Audy and Herman, who had purposely woken up earlier than her. Even though she still felt sleepy and the morning air was cold, she tried to endure it, resisting the urge to crawl back under her blanket. "Health is important, so a morning walk is good for our lungs. Plus, the morning air is healthier because it’s cleaner. Especially since I’m still in my growing years," Lana murmured, mostly to herself.…
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Around nine o’clock, the tables inside the food stall were brought outside. Unlike in the early hours of opening when only a few dishes were available, by this time the menu was more complete. There were fried tempeh and tofu, and three types of vegetable dishes as well. People who were too busy to cook would buy ready-made meals from her stall. Before she realized it, the day had turned to noon, and quite a few customers had come to buy food. The three of them had lunch inside the stall while…
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