Qin Wei
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Qin Wei's Books and Stories
Beyond the Script: My Own Path
Fantasy The dull throb behind my eyes was just the beginning. I blinked, and golden text shimmered in the air: "Divorce Day! The classic starting point for the wife-chasing crematorium!" I was Ethan Miller, a tech entrepreneur who' d just coded for 36 hours straight. But the man in the mirror was Liam Stone, a cold CEO infamous for mistreating his wife, Olivia.
A divorce agreement lay before me. The words weren't just floating text; a flood of Liam's memories poured into my mind. This man, driven by obsession for a manipulative ex, Sarah Jenkins, was destined for a miserable end. The toxic story was supposed to lead to Olivia's humiliation and suffering.
Hovering comments confirmed it: "He' s definitely thinking about his precious Sarah right now." They expected me to act like the jerk Liam was, to prolong Olivia' s pain, and then spend 200 chapters groveling. They wanted the "crematorium."
But I wasn't Liam. I wouldn't live his pathetic life. With a decisive flick of my wrist, I signed the divorce papers. "It's done. You're free." The floating comments flickered, then vanished.
The plot was broken. My phone buzzed with a call from Sarah Jenkins. The "white moonlight." I didn't answer. I blocked her number. Then I fired the head of marketing for embezzling company funds to pay for Sarah's lavish lifestyle.
My father, Richard Stone, confronted me, demanding I beg Olivia for forgiveness and threatening disinheritance. His words were harsh: "You will not see another penny from this family or this company."
"Okay," I said. "You can have the company. You can have the family inheritance. I don't want it." I walked away from everything, the chorus of confused comments a soundtrack to my liberation.
Later, at a charity gala, I watched them circle: Sarah, Mark Davies (her accomplice), and Olivia. The original story slated this night for Olivia's ultimate downfall. They had conspired to plant false rumors and even faked an accident that led to Olivia' s miscarriage.
But I had other plans. With a tap on my phone, security footage of Sarah and Mark' s damning conversation, detailing their schemes including the "accident" that caused Olivia' s miscarriage, filled the screens. "You were so quick to believe the worst of me. You never once questioned your 'best friend'. You never once used your own judgment. You let them play you like a fiddle."
I left the chaos behind. My father called, begging for forgiveness now that the truth was out. Olivia, too, whispered apologies. But my answer was cold: "The man you married, the Liam Stone who was obsessed with Sarah and cruel to you, that man is dead. He was killed by you, by Sarah, by Mark, by my father. You all had a hand in it. So don't talk to me about the past."
A few days later, Olivia showed up at my new penthouse. She wanted to understand. "My tragedy was being born as Liam Stone in the first place." I told her. "I have no love for you, Olivia...You are a stranger to me. And I'd like you to leave my home now."
I wanted peace. I wanted to build. And I would. Destined Hearts: From Contract To Love
Romance Ava Hayes, a celebrated star, was on top of the world.
Her life was a meticulously managed canvas of sold-out concerts and acclaimed films.
But one quiet family dinner shattered her carefully constructed reality.
Her parents, with somber faces, dropped a bombshell: an arranged marriage.
Not just any marriage, but a binding promise made generations ago, tying her to the powerful Grayson family.
It felt like a bizarre relic from a bygone era, an unexpected contract in an already public life.
Despite her confusion, Ava agreed, pragmatic as always; her love life wasn't a priority anyway.
She soon found herself inexplicably drawn to Liam Grayson, the strikingly handsome and intensely private CEO she was suddenly married to.
His thoughtful gestures and quiet care slowly began to chip away at her composure, making her question everything she thought she knew about their "arrangement."
Yet, doubts festered.
Liam's tenacious ex-admirer and the media's relentless speculation about her own professional ties ignited a fierce jealousy within her.
Why did it sting so much to see him with another woman? Why did she care?
Was this just a contract, or was something far more complicated-and terrifyingly real-unfolding?
Then came the bungee jump, a terrifying plunge that unexpectedly revealed the terrifying truth: Liam was her anchor, her safe harbor in a chaotic world.
His protective fury over her fabricated scandal and injury, his raw, unadulterated jealousy, finally ripped away the facade.
It was time for Ava to stop pretending, to acknowledge the undeniable force that had taken hold, and for both of them to claim their love-on their own terms. The Husband Who Threw Me Away
Billionaires I was Elara, an orphaned girl embraced by foster parents, now the wife of Julian Vance.
Our marriage, two years strong, coincided with a miraculous turnaround in Julian's health and fortune, earning me the quiet title of the family' s 'lucky charm' .
But then, my estranged half-sister, Chloe – the one my wealthy biological family kept – dramatically reappeared.
She accused me, with theatrical tears, of manipulating everyone and driving her away.
Julian, without a moment's hesitation or a single glance at my visibly rounded stomach, cast me aside, his face a mask of cold fury.
I was banished to a desolate 'wellness retreat,' a euphemism for a hellhole where public humiliation was daily bread and I endured three years of unspeakable degradation.
There, alone on a cold floor, I tragically lost our unborn baby.
Upon my return, a mere husk, I overheard Julian dismiss me as a discarded 'rabbit's foot,' and shortly after, Chloe set fire to the boathouse where she'd confined me, intending to burn me alive.
The crushing weight of their betrayal hit harder than any physical blow: I was never Julian' s wife, never family; just a disposable vessel for their 'luck,' discarded once my purpose was seemingly served.
How could Julian, my own husband, be so blind, so callous?
And what kind of monster actively orchestrates another's living hell, then tries to erase them entirely?
But I refused to be extinguished.
Pulled from the literal and metaphorical ashes by my loving foster parents, the naive victim they knew perished that night.
From the remnants of despair, a new Elara rose, transforming their small farm into 'Elara' s Harvest,' a thriving empire built on integrity and true strength – ready for vengeance, or perhaps, something far more satisfying. Not Just a Horse: The CEO's Unstoppable Revenge
Billionaires The quarterly board meeting was standard, a high-stakes, productive morning for me, Scarlett King, CEO of King Global. My phone vibrated discreetly on the mahogany, a text from my oldest friend, Maria, flashing urgently across the screen.
"Scarlett. Urgent. Check this link. I'm so sorry." The link opened an Instagram reel, and my blood ran ice cold. It was Desert Mirage, my champion Arabian stallion-a treasured legacy from my grandfather-terrified, his magnificent coat matted with cheap glitter. A woman, Tiffany Starr, brutally yanked his reins. Then, sickeningly, my husband Ethan's laugh echoed, encouraging her.
The caption seared: "Ethan says I can handle anything! Even this rich bitch's pony." My hands clenched. When I called, Ethan sounded annoyed. "Scarlett? Tiffany was just having fun. He's just a horse." He hung up, dismissing me as "uptight" to someone nearby, the line going dead.
"Just a horse." My horse. My legacy. He dismissed it. He dismissed me. He sided with her. This wasn't mere abuse; it was a public desecration of my soul's depth, my family's legacy. The humiliation was a raw, physical ache, hardening into cold, pure fury. This was more than betrayal; it was a declaration of war.
I didn't scream, I didn't cry. My mind honed to laser focus. I buzzed Marcus, my head of security. "Tiffany Starr is at the Chateau Marmont. Remove her. Publicly. Serve a restraining order. Revoke all King Global studio access." They wanted a war. They would get one they'd regret. Magical Romance: My Heart Beats To Love Rhythms
Romance The moment Wendy stepped into the wrong room, she fell into the hands of Jacob, a charming devil. What she didn't know was, he had been looking for her.
The first time Jacob set his eyes on Wendy in the bar, his heart skipped a beat. The next day, he hurriedly finished his work and went back there to see her again. But much to his dismay, she wasn't there anymore. Feeling disappointed, he walked back to the presidential suite that he booked. He was lying alone in the bed, but when he slowly turned around, she found a woman right next to him. He was in awe when he recognized that she was the woman he had been longing to see again. As his lips covered hers, he felt so sure that she was the one for him, and he was determined to make her his. You might like
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. 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.
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. 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.' 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 Maid's Revenge
Priorities I am a maid in the minister's residence and was sent to the study because of my lack of education. Just because the minister was in a good mood one day and talked to me more, and even gave me a sachet as a reward, the jealous Theresa, who is also a minister, thought that I had an affair with him. She pretended to arrange for me to marry into a good family, but actually sold me to a whorehouse. I suffered torture and contracted a serious illness, died with resentment and pain, but found myself reborn on the day I was assigned to be a maid again. Since heaven has given me a chance to live again, I will not be polite and will definitely make Theresa, the minister, taste the feeling of being trampled by thousands of people! 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. 
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