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Jiuye Fenglin

14 Published Stories

Jiuye Fenglin's Books and Stories

Rejected by the Billionaire Alpha: The Hidden White Wolf

Rejected by the Billionaire Alpha: The Hidden White Wolf

Werewolf
5.0
For ten years, I suppressed my supreme royal White Wolf bloodline, enduring the humiliation of being called a "wolfless" genetic defect just to stay by my fated mate, billionaire Alpha Harden. But today, Cathey, the woman who pretended to be his fragile savior, threw herself down our marble stairs and framed me for the push. Harden didn't even question it. He unleashed his suffocating Alpha Command, forcing me to my knees until my head slammed into the iron railing. His spoiled sister shoved me into shattered porcelain, slicing my hand open while laughing at my pathetic state. When Grandma Vivienne collapsed from the shock, Harden only cared about carrying his fake savior to the clinic, leaving me lying in a pool of my own blood. "You will kneel by her bed and beg for forgiveness, or you'll be thrown onto the streets like a stray dog!" I touched the jagged silver scar on my shoulder—the real fatal wound I took for him a decade ago, an honor Cathey had stolen while I was in a coma. My ten years of blind obsession instantly turned to ash. How could the man I almost died for be so utterly blind and cruel? I didn't cry or cower anymore. I calmly signed the Mate-Bond Termination Agreement and bypassed the pack's security firewalls to contact my people. "Get the safe house ready. I'm severing the bond tomorrow." This time, I was going to ruin his empire, expose his fake savior, and return to my throne as the supreme Alpha Princess.
Fired By The Father Of My Child

Fired By The Father Of My Child

Romance
5.0
Six years ago, Breanna was shoved into a pitch-black hotel suite by her own uncle. She was forced to endure a brutal night with a drugged stranger just to keep her grandmother's ventilator running. Nine months later, she gave birth in a cold underground clinic. But her uncle immediately snatched the crying newborn from her trembling hands, coldly announcing the baby had died. For six years, Breanna lived in agonizing grief, working as a lowly hotel cleaner just to survive. But a cruel setup threw her directly into the path of Elliot Finch, the arrogant billionaire from that dark night. He did not recognize the woman whose life he had completely ruined. Instead, he looked at her like she was rotting garbage, had his guards drag her into a wet alley, and mercilessly got her fired. "If I ever see your face again, I will make sure you cannot get a job cleaning toilets." Breanna was suffocating from the injustice, stripped of her dignity and her family's only lifeline. Yet, when she instinctively protected a traumatized little boy from bullies, she discovered he was Elliot's son. The boy clung to her neck, crying and desperately begging his father to let her stay. But Elliot just threw a massive check at her chest, violently accusing her of brainwashing a sick child for a meal ticket. Looking at the toxic disgust in his eyes, something inside Breanna finally broke. She picked up the check, ripped the millions into tiny shreds, and let them rain down on his expensive shoes. "Keep your dirty money." She turned her back on the crying boy and the stunned billionaire, deciding she would no longer be their victim.
Their Betrayal, Her Billions

Their Betrayal, Her Billions

Sci-fi
5.0
My world was a bland digital prison, my consciousness shunted into OmniVerse after their "Full Dive VR Consciousness Upload" experiment went belly-up, leaving me stuck in a hideous default avatar. I streamed as SeraphSix, a voice of calm in the chaos, but I was constantly battling the insidious rumors calling me a "catfish" and a fraud. Rival streamer JessiByte, more cleavage than content, fanned those flames, and "KevlarKing," my biggest tipper, arrogantly challenged me to turn on my face cam for a pathetic five hundred dollars, clearly wanting to impress her and humiliate me. He'd even stooped to leaking a blurry, out-of-context screenshot of my plain default avatar, trying to make me look bad. The constant accusations, fueled by their jealousy and entitlement, were draining. Living as merely a voice behind a mask, fighting off attacks from those who sought to expose me as a "fraud" because my forced avatar didn't match the allure they imagined from my voice and intellect, felt like a constant insult to my true self. My real life had been about beauty and presence; this default skin was a torment, and the whole situation entirely unfair, festering with cold anger. Why was I stuck fighting in this superficial world that judged only surface, while my intellectual contributions were dismissed? Why did they so desperately want to expose a "plainness" that wasn't even mine? Just as I prepared to end another exhausting stream, a private notification from the System flashed: "Host compensation protocol initiated. Restitution package available. Replicate original biometric signature onto current avatar?" My breath caught. My real face. The one I thought I' d lost forever. The game was about to change.