Mei Piaoxiang
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Mei Piaoxiang's Books and Stories
Too Late, Mr. Thompson: Your Script is Burned
Fantasy Three months pregnant, my life with Mark, a rising tech CEO, in our beautiful Charleston home, felt truly perfect.
We were college sweethearts, five years married-a fairy tale come true.
Then Mark arrived holding a cheap, wilted rose. Above his head, impossible words flickered like captions only I could see: `"The 'side piece' got the fresh bouquet, the 'starter wife' gets a pity rose?"` More chillingly: `"Only 4 more months until the 'first wife' is written off. Classic tragic exit."` My perfect world shattered.
The comments exposed his long-term affair with his intern, Brit, and my role as a disposable "plot device."
When I confronted them, Brit shoved me. I fell. I woke with an agonizing void-my baby gone.
Mark, feigning remorse, still used our funds to protect his mistress.
His hypocrisy infuriated me. The comments confirmed his manipulative strategy.
Then, the ultimate blow: Mark declared Brit was pregnant, calling it "our second chance." He even offered to make her abort that baby if I'd take him back, proving him utterly depraved.
I refused to be written off. My baby was gone, but I was still here.
The tragic script they wrote for me was now totally ablaze. I chose to fight. "No mercy," I told my lawyer.
I would dismantle his empire, reclaim my life, and write my own powerful, uncompromised ending. When Love Became a Nightmare
Romance The text message from Mark, "Trip extended. Don' t wait up. Love you," was the first crack in the facade of my four-year marriage, a hollow echo of affection on our anniversary. Then, discovering him with his assistant, Olivia Stone, in his office, their intimacy a brutal slap, confirmed my deepest fears.
But his words cut deeper than the sight: "Ever since she got pregnant, she' s become… unbearable. Clingy. Emotional. It' s not the woman I married." In that instant, a searing pain shot through my abdomen, and a choked gasp escaped me, a prelude to the nightmare that followed.
He pushed me down the stairs. My body hit the cold steps over and over. I lay in a heap, bleeding, losing our baby. Yet, he rushed past me to comfort Olivia, asking, "Are you okay? Did she scare you?" He chose her, leaving me broken and bleeding on the floor. At the hospital, he confirmed the devastating loss and then blamed me, twisting reality.
As if summoned, Olivia appeared, feigning sorrow, while he comforted her, bringing her to my room where our child's life had just ended. He pushed me back onto the bed, furious at my screams, and then escorted her out, murmuring soothing words, leaving me utterly alone with the ghost of our child.
His cruelty knew no bounds. He threw my beloved dog, Buddy, out into a raging storm, then forced me to apologize to Olivia for upsetting HER, threatening Buddy's life if I refused. I knelt, humiliating myself, whispering apologies I didn't mean, all for Buddy.
How could he be so monstrous? He remembered nothing of the man I loved, only this cruel stranger. Yet, the question of what he truly remembered, what he was capable of, hung heavy in the air.
That night, alone after my performative apology, I called my lawyer. My decision was solid, unchangeable. The marriage was a festering wound, and the only way to survive was to cut it out completely. Her Pain, His Ultimate Regret
Romance My team lead looked at my termination letter, unable to meet my eyes. He said it came from the top, nothing he could do. I was the scapegoat for a supposed error, fired from the company because Chloe Davis, Nathan Hayes' s high school sweetheart and co-founder, was back.
Suddenly, I saw Nathan get out of his car, holding the door for Chloe with a tenderness he hadn't shown me in ages. Our eyes met, a flicker of something in his expression before it was gone, and he walked right past me without a word, leaving a sharp pain in my chest. I hailed a cab and went to his penthouse, the place I called home, for now. I cooked his favorite meal, sent him a picture, and waited, but he never replied.
Days passed. Nathan didn't contact me. I'd been to the hospital three times, my doctor pressing for treatment options, but I kept them hidden. He finally came home, his tension easing when I told him I just had a cold. He pulled my hand to his face, a familiar, intimate gesture, reminding me how easily I mistook habit for affection.
After a night of desperate passion, he whispered, "Ava, you're not mad I fired you, are you?" I wasn't. Three years ago, he paid off my mother's gambling debts, turning me into his "kept woman." I was dutiful, obedient, supportive, asking for nothing. He called me his "beautiful bird in a golden cage," the one who could never leave him.
Then, Chloe's best friend, Brenda Smith, confronted me, throwing my desperate texts to Nathan in my face. "You're a pathetic homewrecker," she sneered, slapping me hard across the cheek. I ended up in the hospital with a concussion. Nathan came back, but his main concern was Chloe's reputation. "Ava, Chloe is different from you to me," he said, touching my bruised cheek. "Just be good, okay?"
The pain was suffocating. I didn't understand how he could be so cruelly indifferent. I closed my eyes, and a single tear escaped. He didn't wipe it away. Our three years together meant nothing. It was all a ghost compared to his "white knight."
"Let's break up, Nathan." His jaw tightened. "Ava, break up? Haven't you forgotten our agreement? Unless one of us dies, I am the one who decides when we part ways." I finally understood. To be free, I had to die for him to let me go. His Shadow, Her Betrayal, His Rise
Modern The blinding white of the hospital ceiling.
My ears registered the monotonous beep of a machine, my body a dull ache radiating from my chest, but my mind was replaying a lifetime.
A lifetime I didn't swerve, didn't fight, a life where I gave everything for her, for Sarah Miller.
I saw myself hollowed out, unfulfilled, alone, a footnote in her brilliant biography, my own child a ghost.
Then the blinding clarity: this wasn't just a brush with death, it was a preview of the life I was about to lose myself in.
My gaze drifted-Sarah, impeccable as always, on her phone, brow furrowed.
And next to her, Alex, murmuring, his hand on her arm, a gesture far too familiar.
They were a perfect, closed circuit.
I was the outsider.
A cold certainty settled in my chest, more real than the pain from my injuries: I would not let that life happen.
My hands trembled, not from weakness, but from a newfound resolve.
I called my boss.
"Mike! I heard about the accident. Are you okay? Do you need anything?"
"I'm okay, Mark," I said, my voice raspy. "But I'm calling to resign."
"Resign? Mike, what are you talking about? You're our top young talent. We were just about to put you on the downtown high-rise project."
"I don't want the high-rise," I said, with surprising strength. "I want the sustainable community project. The one in Oak Creek. I know it's a pay cut. I know it's in the middle of nowhere. I'll take it. I need to do it."
A weight I hadn't realized I was carrying lifted from my shoulders.
It felt incredible.
This was my second chance.
My life wasn't going to be a footnote in Sarah Miller's biography.
It was going to be my own story.
Starting now. Divorce Papers, A Woman Reborn
Modern My record label was a empire, built on grit and an uncanny ear for talent.
But that morning, standing in my sanctuary, Studio A, the controlled chaos I expected was replaced by a scene that froze my blood: a girl I didn't know, holding "The Nightingale," Liam's one-of-a-kind microphone.
It wasn't just any mic. It was our mic, a silver emblem of our shared career, engraved with "E+L"-a symbol of a sacred promise he made years ago, that only his voice would ever touch it. And this girl, Ava, with her sickly sweet smile, was singing into it, her cheap perfume clinging to the pop filter, her fingers wrapped right over our initials. My sound engineer paled and cut the audio.
"Hi, Ms. Reed. I'm Ava. Liam said I could warm up with this one." Her voice was pure saccharine.
Liam, the man of principles, who preached loyalty and integrity, had let her use it, had broken his promise for her. He walked in later, carefree, carrying coffees, asking, "Where's Ava?" as if it were nothing. Blithely admitting he told her she could use his mic.
Why did he dismiss our vow so easily? Why was this girl, a stranger, allowed to hold something so intimate, so symbolic of us? And why did Liam act like my feelings were an overreaction, just something he needed to manage?
I sent her home, but the real fight had just begun. The Love Story Passed Nineteen Again
Romance I woke up nineteen again, in my familiar 80s room, recalling a seventy-year marriage with Mark.
He was my soulmate, my golden love story, and I believed this time, we could make it even more perfect.
But this new, young Mark was shockingly different.
He was ambitious, driven, and then, at the Fourth of July picnic, he publicly asked Tiffany Anderson, the town' s popular golden girl, to be his girlfriend.
My seventy-year love story, my perfect reunion dream, shattered into a million pieces.
I watched my past, present, and future fall apart before my eyes.
Every shared milestone, every tender moment, was now seen through a horrifying lens of betrayal.
He' d never been truly with me; he was always just chasing her.
Mark himself confirmed my deepest fears, treating me with open disdain, trying to sabotage my music.
How could the man I loved for a lifetime treat me like this?
My heart screamed, "Did you ever, in all those seventy years, actually love me?"
His answer was a cold, brutal laugh: "Love you? Don't be stupid. It was convenient. It was always Tiffany."
My entire past life, a carefully constructed illusion, imploded.
But in that moment of utter devastation, a fierce, new resolve ignited within me.
The very sabotage meant to break me instead opened an unexpected door.
A city music promoter, impressed by my raw performance, offered me a way out-a chance to become truly myself, finally free from his shadow. From Nerd To NovaCorp Heir
Young Adult I was just Ethan Miller, the quiet coder, dreaming of a tech internship and a shot with Brittany Hayes.
Then the internship list dropped. Her boyfriend Chad made it, I didn't.
Hours later, the school' s social media lit up: a "Loser List" poll, and I was "Biggest Nerd," number one.
My private DMs, every awkward, hopeful word asking Brittany to prom, were instantly plastered school-wide.
Laughter and pointed fingers followed me, the burning humiliation a public execution of my dignity.
Brittany had orchestrated it all.
She' d played me for a fool, then falsely accused me of hacking, costing me my dream CS program and a suspension.
The "Future Innovator" scholarship I was promised went to Chad.
Why did she hate me so much, actively ruining my life and now targeting Sarah Jenkins, an innocent outcast I' d tried to help?
But at prom, as Brittany "accidentally" spilled a drink on Sarah' s dress, something inside me snapped.
The chauffeur opened the Maybach' s door; I stepped out in a custom Tom Ford tuxedo, my family' s security detail and stylist flanking me.
"I'm Mark Miller's son," I whispered to a stunned Sarah. "NovaCorp. Time for an upgrade." Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: Her Sacrifice Burned Away
Modern Ava Miller, terminally ill with ALS, fled a brutal five-year imprisonment in a mental health facility.
Her desperate wish was a final act of control: a pre-arranged full-body donation for complete disintegration, leaving no trace behind.
But her carefully planned escape shattered when she collided with Liam Donovan, her former fiancé and the man who believed she was responsible for his beloved sister' s tragic death.
Liam, consumed by grief and rage, dragged Ava into a new nightmare, intent on making her pay for Chloe' s loss.
Despite her rapidly worsening illness and broken body, Ava shielded a secret that would exonerate her but destroy Chloe' s memory, embracing Liam' s abuse as penance.
She endured public degradation, horrific assaults, and even a forced bone marrow donation that left her paralyzed, all to uphold her silent promise.
How could the man she still desperately loved be so cruelly blind to her innocence and suffering, allowing his hatred to consume her?
Why did she choose to sacrifice every shred of dignity for a truth she couldn't speak, leaving her stripped of everything but oblivion?
Her final agonizing moments came in a fire he implicitly condoned, prompting Liam to slowly unravel her devastating sacrifice through hidden clues long after she was gone.
Now, haunted by the profound truth of Ava's unwavering love and innocent torment, Liam is forced to confront the monstrous depths of his own actions, embarking on a brutal journey for redemption, only to discover some truths come too late for forgiveness. The Day I Chose My Own Destiny
Romance My blood was a rare gift, able to heal any wound and mend broken bodies.
In my first wretched life, it bound me to Ethan Vanderbilt, who saw my power as his sole property.
But my gift couldn't bring back the dead, a truth Ethan refused to accept when his "true love," Veronica, lay lifeless before him.
Consumed by a twisted grief not for me, he cruelly watched as my own life bled out from a wound he inflicted.
I died a slow, agonizing death, powerless against his vengeful madness.
As darkness claimed me, a maid's faint whisper revealed a chilling secret: Veronica wasn’t where they claimed; her death wasn't an accident.
"Another man… his wife found out."
My entire torment, my very death, was built on a monstrous lie.
The utter injustice of it burned, even as I faded.
Then, I gasped, whole and alive, in a hospital room.
The calendar date confirmed it: I was back to the very day Ethan first summoned me.
This time, I wouldn't be his victim.
This time, I had a choice.
This was my second chance. If He Dies, He Dies
Modern I poured my life, my health, into Vicky Sterling's startup.
Now she's a celebrated CEO, and I’m just a recovering patient, battling Crohn’s.
Her "conceptual artist" lover, Julian, fills our home with his presence.
One evening, Julian, knowing my strict diet, offered me a rich, forbidden pasta.
Under his watchful smirk, I took a bite.
Within the hour, internal fire consumed me.
I crawled to Vicky, begging for the hospital, but she dismissed my agony.
She called me "dramatic," prioritized Julian's fake illness, and brutally kicked my surgical scars.
Her assistant Brenda then locked me in my room, where Julian's venomous brown recluse bit me.
When paramedics arrived, Vicky blocked the ambulance, chillingly stating, "If he dies, he dies!"
How could the woman I loved, the one I sacrificed everything for, actively ensure my agonizing death?
Was I just a burden to be eliminated, a mere inconvenience?
As darkness encroached, I used my last ounce of strength, not to call 911 again, but the one man who could truly help: Uncle Frank.
My story wasn't ending; it was just beginning. You might like
Reborn A Dazzling Girl
Kirk Akcay Emberly, an esteemed scientist of the Imperial Federation, took her own life after completing important research.
She was reborn, and just like in her first life, she was born into a wealthy family.
She could’ve lived a carefree and prosperous life. However, the babies got mixed up in the hospital and she was taken home by another family from the countryside. Her foster parents later found out the truth and brought her to her real family, but they didn’t like her. Her evil adopted sister even loathed her. She was framed and ultimately, she died in prison.
But in her next life, she refused to stay a coward and swore she would take revenge on all who wronged her. She would only care about those who were truly good to her and turn a blind eye to her heartless family.
In one life, she had once experienced darkness and been trampled upon like an ant. In another, she had stood on top of the world. This time, she only wished to live for herself.
As if a switch had gone on inside of her, she suddenly became the best at everything she put her mind to. He won the math contest, topped the college entrance exams, and solved an age old question... Later, she garnered countless scientific research achievements. People who had once slandered her and looked down on her cried bitterly and begged her for a patent authorization.
She just sneered at them. No way!
This was a world without faith, but the world put their faith in her.
Austin, the heir to a powerful aristocratic family in the imperial capital, was cold-hearted and decisive. He scared anyone who laid eyes on him. Unbeknownst to everyone, he doted on one woman: Emberly. Nobody knew that his desire for her grew stronger with every passing day.
She brought light to his originally dull and gloomy life.
Shocking Vengeance: War Goddess Returns
PageProfit Studio Once the cherished heiress of the Douglas family, she lost everything when her parents were brutally murdered and she was framed by her own blood. Labeled a criminal, she was cast into prison with no one to trust and nothing to her name.
Six years later, she returns-not as a broken woman, but as the Scarlet Valkyrie, the deadliest warrior in all of Juzora. Her aim is flawless, her signature weapon Manjusaka strikes without mercy, and her name alone sends tremors through the underworld.
With one hand, she saves her ailing grandmother with the precision of a master healer. With the other, she takes down Draco City's most ruthless criminals. But her true purpose is vengeance. Every debt owed, every wound inflicted, every lie told-she will settle them all, with interest.
The war goddess has returned. And the ones who wronged her are about to learn what it means to face the wrath of a legend. Rebirth: A Sister's Betrayal
Sheelagh Sexton The sound of the front door opening was a nightmare come true-my younger sister, Emily, stood there, not alone, but holding a baby in a cheap pink blanket.
"Surprise! Meet Leo. He' s the newest addition to the Miller family legacy," she announced, her voice sickeningly carefree, echoing the very words that had derailed my life in a past I' d already lived.
My blood ran cold; this exact moment, this casual act of irresponsibility, had led directly to my death before.
My parents, blinded by affection, embraced the child and Emily' s monstrous lie, turning their backs on my desperate pleas for reason.
Consumed by a terrible sense of déjà vu, I remembered the blinding pain, the darkness that consumed me when Emily, armed with one of my own sculptures, ended my previous life for simply asking her to be responsible.
But this time, I wouldn't be the martyr-this time, the cycle would break, and Emily would pay.' Welcome to Aetherborn: Crushes, Curses & Creatures
Chris Muna Seraphine Vale is whisked away to Aetherborn Academy after a terrifying magical incident, she expects answers, not four dangerously captivating boys who seem unnervingly drawn to her.
Alaric, the cold vampire noble.
Kade, the brooding werewolf with eyes like storms.
Damien, the charming dragon prince.
And Lucien, the beautiful, unreadable incubus who invades her dreams.
Each boy reacts to Seraphine as if they've known her far longer than she's been alive... and each one's powers surge unpredictably around her. As forbidden feelings spark and jealousy rises, Seraphine discovers a chilling truth: a prophecy ties her fate to theirs and to a sealed ancient power capable of either saving or destroying their world.
Dark forces begin stirring beneath the Academy, hunting her magic... and her heart.
To survive, Seraphine must unravel the mystery of who she really is and which boy she can trust when love itself might set the prophecy in motion.
Because awakening the Aetherborn doesn't just change her destiny.
It changes everyone around her. SEX DEMON, SEX ADDICT AND OTHER ADULT COMPILATION STORIES
sunny john there are thirty-three stories in this compilation"
synonyms: collection, selection, anthology, treasury, compendium, album, corpus, miscellany, pot-pourri, miscellanea, garland, ana, collectanea, analects, florilegium The Queen They Discarded
Hei Baidong For years, I lived a quiet life as Sarah, deeply in love with Beau Harrison, tirelessly helping him and his brother Clay rise through the ranks.
I poured my heart into a protective Woven Ward for Beau, believing we were building a beautiful, shared future towards our sacred Haven.
My Cinderheart sister, Ashlyn, found her own love with Clay, and our gentle Shadowfox, Whisper, curled at our feet, a constant comfort.
Then, a knock on the door shattered our world into a million pieces.
Clay stood there with a smug Crystal Thorne, his voice chilling as he callously abandoned Ashlyn.
Crystal brazenly demanded Ashlyn's very essence, her Spirit-Spark, for her own selfish ascension.
But the true horror struck when she casually confessed they' d already murdered Whisper, harvesting his spark for Crystal' s gain.
Ashlyn' s raw scream tore through the cabin as untamed flames erupted around her, shedding her disguise like a burning cloak before she rocketed away in a desperate escape.
My heart was a burning stone of grief and rage.
Moments later, Beau arrived, his face a stranger' s, summarily dismissing our love as he told me I was too "gentle" and "unambitious" for the Haven.
He stood there with Crystal, expecting me to hand over my own Spirit-Spark after witnessing my beloved sister' s torments and our innocent pet' s murder.
How could they be so utterly blind, so incredibly callous?
They saw only Sarah, the soft woman they thought weak and easily discarded.
They had no idea I, Scarlett, held the keys to the very divine realm they craved, no idea about the Guardian Spirit they had just so heinously betrayed.
But their triumph would be short-lived, their stolen glory a trap.
A cold resolve solidified in my core; my own vengeful plan was already set in motion.
With a feigned, heartbroken resignation, I handed Beau the Woven Ward again, knowing it was now not a gift, but a tether ensuring their destined fall.
"Oh, I' ll be there," I whispered, as Sarah was irrevocably gone, and Scarlett, the ancient Guardian, returned, ready to make them pay. Too Late, Mr. Thompson: Your Script is Burned
Mei Piaoxiang Three months pregnant, my life with Mark, a rising tech CEO, in our beautiful Charleston home, felt truly perfect.
We were college sweethearts, five years married-a fairy tale come true.
Then Mark arrived holding a cheap, wilted rose. Above his head, impossible words flickered like captions only I could see: `"The 'side piece' got the fresh bouquet, the 'starter wife' gets a pity rose?"` More chillingly: `"Only 4 more months until the 'first wife' is written off. Classic tragic exit."` My perfect world shattered.
The comments exposed his long-term affair with his intern, Brit, and my role as a disposable "plot device."
When I confronted them, Brit shoved me. I fell. I woke with an agonizing void-my baby gone.
Mark, feigning remorse, still used our funds to protect his mistress.
His hypocrisy infuriated me. The comments confirmed his manipulative strategy.
Then, the ultimate blow: Mark declared Brit was pregnant, calling it "our second chance." He even offered to make her abort that baby if I'd take him back, proving him utterly depraved.
I refused to be written off. My baby was gone, but I was still here.
The tragic script they wrote for me was now totally ablaze. I chose to fight. "No mercy," I told my lawyer.
I would dismantle his empire, reclaim my life, and write my own powerful, uncompromised ending. Six Months Pregnant: My Fiancé Buried Me
Tang Doudou Six months pregnant, my heart swelled with love and dreams for the future.
Jack, the ambitious game developer, was my world, and our baby, a girl, was going to complete our picture-perfect life.
I poured everything into supporting him, my art echoing the passion in his studio plans.
But then a phone call changed everything.
Sophia, a ghost from Jack’s past, painted a venomous lie on the tiny phone screen, accusing me of sabotaging her stream, fueled by 'jealousy'.
Jack, my Jack, turned on me instantly, his eyes colder than the Chicago wind outside our window.
‘This is your fault, Emily,’ he hissed, his voice a stranger’s.
He advanced, seizing my arm, his grip bruising despite my swollen belly.
Dragged to the musty spare room, I saw the old steamer trunk, a dark, heavy relic.
‘You’re going to feel what she felt,’ he snarled, forcing me inside.
I pleaded for our baby, for our love, as he folded my limbs into the impossibly small space.
The lid slammed down, and the metallic click of a padlock sealed my fate, extinguishing light and air.
I died there, suffocating, my last thought of our child, our innocent daughter.
He didn’t come back, even as my body decomposed within inches of his everyday life.
Instead, Sophia moved in, wearing my robes, rearranging my life, celebrating her triumph on our sofa.
My existence, erased; my memory, maliciously rewritten.
How could the man I built a life with, the man who put a ring on my finger, leave me to rot, just a few feet from where he slept?
But death was not an end, merely a new beginning for my silent wrath.
My spirit lingered, an unseen tormentor in the home where I died.
I would whisper in his dreams, shatter his carefully constructed lies, and guide new eyes to the darkness he hid.
Jack and Sophia thought they could bury me, but they would soon discover that some truths refuse to stay buried.
Justice would come, even if I had to orchestrate it from the other side. Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter
Lian Shuang Mo Xuetong has lost everything. Her mother, her child, even her servants, have been killed. Betrayed, disfigured, and alone, she dies trying to destroy the people who deceived her… …and wakes up as a child again. Given a second chance, she vows to make things different. This time she will not be a naïve child. This time she is beautiful, cold, and willing to do whatever it takes to get revenge. But her plans are disrupted when she uncovers a thirty year old conspiracy that changes everything. Will she still be able to change her fate? And even if she does, will her new fate be any better, or will her hunger for revenge destroy her? 
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