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 I have changed names a little. Let me know If you like the previous names. I will edit it
 Friendships which children huddle each other stand the test of time. They will guard forever each other's secrets.
 This is because it is difficult for children to break their promises: to adult eyes their honesty is enviable. I was so sure that the secret that I and Charles we sharing would have been safe for eternity.
 I smiled to myself satisfied, because my plan was carried out exactly as I had imagined.
 I hesitated a lot, but at the end I had won and Charles had been a less formidable opponent than I thought: he should had to undertake more to reach my level of wits!
 &lt;&lt; Chris, what are you laughing at? &gt;&gt;.
 &lt;&lt; Eh? See Charles, for this: because we've just become friends. I'm glad! &gt;&gt;.
 I certainly could not tell him what I was really thinking! So, after having shot such a falsehood, I realized one thing: this was the first time in which I became friend with someone for convenience.
 Charles looked at me in awe and with a defiant look:
 &lt;&lt; Chris, you're laughing again &gt;&gt;.
 &lt;&lt; Come on, what's wrong?! By the way, Charles …&gt;.
 The question came to me spontaneously and, since we were among friends and no one was listening to us, no frills courtesy I asked him:
 &lt;&lt; But, what were you doing here? &gt;&gt;.
 Didn't seem like to have seen him in the ballroom: if he would had been there before, being the prince's third son they surely would have introduced him to me.
 So he was having nothing to do with the ballet which was taking place in the hall.
 &lt;&lt; I came to read a book &gt;&gt;.
 &lt;&lt; To read? &gt;&gt;.
 Judging by his answer, I realized that he must have escaped from the party too.
 Looking closer I realized that all this time he had held in his hands a thick book with a red cover, perhaps illustrated.
 I looked around: we were in the dark, in the garden, because the sun had already set long ago, and it was barely possible to distinguish our feet in the moonlight.
 &lt;&lt; How can you read? &gt;&gt;.
 &lt;&lt; I can not read anything because … it's dark &gt;&gt;, Charles replied sadly.
 Just the answer I expected.
 &lt;&lt; Yeah.. I see… &gt;&gt;.
 Probably he had come here to read during the day and thought to come back again in the evening, without realizing that with no light he would not been able to read a single word. He was just a baby! I was almost about to smile.
 &lt;&lt; Listen, Charles &gt;&gt;.
 I thought that this should have been the right moment to teach him a bit of label:
 &lt;&lt; Would you please give me that book for a moment? &gt;&gt;.
 &lt;&lt; Why? Can you read it even if it's dark? &gt;&gt;.
 &lt;&lt; Charles, keep in mind what I am about to tell you: knowing how to read is not the only talent which can be exercised through books! &gt;&gt;.
 I set the volume on my head and began to make turns, making the wheel with the skirt of my dress and laughing defiantly: the book had not moved a centimeter!
 &lt;&lt; See Charles! Books can also be used for that! &gt;&gt;.
 &lt;&lt; Wow!!! &gt;&gt;.
 It was already the second applause I received that day: I was very proud to have demonstrated to Charles that I was a well-educated girl.
 I took the opportunity to show him one last thing which I learned from Marie.
 &lt;&lt; Listen Charles &gt;&gt;.
 &lt;&lt; What, Chris? &gt;&gt;.
 I returned the book holding out my hand:
 &lt;&lt; We can hear music from here also… what about to dance? &gt;&gt;.
 &lt;&lt; What? &gt;&gt;, he asked incredulously, staring at my outstretched hand.
 Then he looked down, mortified.
 &lt;&lt; I cannot dance already, I… &gt;&gt;.
 &lt;&lt; But I can! &gt;&gt;.
 In front of his bad attitude, I decided to take the initiative:
 &lt;&lt; Come on, give me your hand! &gt;&gt;.
 Even if I knew the steps and, therefore, I knew how to dance, being seven years old only I was not allowed to perform in public, such in a party like the current one, for example: however, here in the garden, we were safe and sound. In the end we were not doing anything wrong: I just wanted to test my skills with a dancer "to my height"!
 Encouraged by me, Charles stretched out his hand fearful: I shook it with ease.
 &lt;&lt; And one, and two, and one two three! &gt;&gt;.
 Following the rhythm of the music coming from the hall and imagining that there was Marie to beat the clock with her hands, I drove Charles with the first step.
 I was not satisfied: neither our steps nor our breath were in synchrony, and the result was definitely ungraceful. It was all Charles fault who did not know how to move.
 &lt;&lt; Ohh come on, Charles! &gt;&gt;.
 &lt;&lt; I told you that I can not dance!!! &gt;&gt;, Charles said firmly, looking me in the eyes.
 In fact he was right: how could a 5 years old child dance! Sighing I kept guiding him.
 &lt;&lt; Sorry, you're right. I was wrong to compel you! &gt;&gt;.
 &lt;&lt; Watch out! We are falling!! &gt;&gt;.
 Speaking and dancing together made us lose balance - which was already precarious - and, together, we fell into a bloomed flowerbed.
 &lt;&lt; …… &gt;&gt;.
 &lt;&lt; … ouch… &gt;&gt;.
 We stood belly upwards, speechless and stunned.
 Oh God!!! What if a member of the royal family would got injured, because of me??
 I do not know why, but almost without realizing it I began to laugh out loud: not with my usual vulgar way of doing, but more gently. It was a genuine laugh, an expression of joy which I felt like getting on the bottom of the stomach.
 &lt;&lt; Ahahahahahahaha, hilarious, ahahahahahahahahah! &gt;&gt;.
 Carried by my amusement, Charles began also laughing his socks off: our naive laughter echoed in the garden. I don't know how to explain what had just happened, the fact is that we found it too funny to be able to hold us back. We kept laughing that way, lying on the floral mantle.
 After I do not know how many minutes, maybe 2 or 3, we finally managed to stop and get up. With my hands I wiped dirt.
 &lt;&lt; So, bye Charles. I must go now &gt;&gt;.
 I checked no dirt was left on my dress and no leaves were still in my hair, and with a quick comb I put the latter back in order.
 &lt;&lt; … Are you leaving? &gt;&gt;.
 &lt;&lt; Yes. See you Charles! &gt;&gt;.
 I tried not to make me soften from the sadness expressed by his voice. I could not stay there anymore: my father would soon have come for me and, at that point, all my efforts to look the perfect daughter who he wished would have been vain.
 I began to move away from the garden with a firm step, directed to the ballroom, not caring about the sorrow which I was causing to my new friend.
 &lt;&lt; Hey Chris! &gt;&gt;.
 I felt again his voice calling behind:
 &lt;&lt; We will meet again, right? &gt;&gt;
 In front of that hopeful question I answered with a smile:
 &lt;&lt; You can be sure! &gt;&gt;.
 Although I knew that he was a member of the royal family, I turned to him proudly, widening the shoulders. My certainty was based on a very precise reflection: being the daughter of a duke and having the same age as the young prince, we would certainly meet again in the future.
 Also, Charles and I were linked by a much deeper fate, perhaps dating back to our previous lives, those described in "The Maze of Destiny."
 &lt;&lt; Do not forget it next time we meet, Charles! I am Christina Noir, sole heir of the ducal family Noir, and your friend! &gt;&gt;.
 After getting laid off as well, I moved on and walked toward the ballroom.
 Without being seen by anyone I came into the hall, still repeating in my head the name of my new friend.
 Charles Eduard.
 Third son of the royal family, blue blood was flowing in him. He could be one of three men who, in my previous life, have been linked to Mishley.
 Or…
 &lt;&lt; Or he could just be my betrothed! &gt;&gt;.
 Charles Eduard could also be the betrothed of the wicked daughter of the Duke, who was me: Christina Noir.
 Since that story's images - mostly dating from the mid-10s - were ruined, I had not realized it immediately, but when I heard his name i remembered all.
 Charles and I, as decided by our families, were promised to each other and, as recounted in "The Maze of Destiny", this would have represented an obstacle to the love between him and Mishley. In the book was also written that I would have killed myself with poison after the marriage between the two. May it be that the meeting of that night with Charles could have changed our fortunes?
 I smiled thinking back to his happy face when I told him we certainly would have met again.
 Maybe even I would have never been able to change fate but, for some reason, at that time I felt so happy.
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 Upon meeting the girl who would become her adopted younger sister, the duke’s daughter Christina regained memories of her previous life. Through those memories, she learned that her new sister, Mishuli, was the heroine of a certain story. And though the story depicted a Christina who abused her sister, the real Christina turned into a siscon who spoiled Mishuli to no end.
 Unfortunately, one day, Christina realized something. The best future for Mishuli depended on that story’s ending. And by following that story, whether it was execution, suicide, or exile, nothing fortunate would await Christina.
 Even knowing this, Christina would not waver.
 It was all for the sake of her sister.
 This is a story about a siscon girl who ignored her own destiny, to bring happiness to her sister.
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 Lu Mingshu had never believed in fate.
 She hadn’t believed in it when her father had remarried and caused her family to break into pieces, nor had she believed in it when she’d been thrown into a valley to perish.
 She hadn’t believed in it when she didn’t have any resources to cultivate with, nor had she believed in it when she’d been condemned by everyone.
 She climbed up little by little from dust, while her reign soared into the sky, which caused the world to look on in fear!
 If justice doesn’t come, I’ll personally obtain it.
 If fate disregards me, I‘ll open up a way to survive.
 No matter what fate throws at me, I will surely become a phoenix!
 “What a ruthless woman. I’m willing to risk my life and limbs for you, willing to be calculative for you – I’m even willing to be an enemy of the entire world for you. Aren’t you moved even a little?”
 “That’s right, since I‘m such a ruthless woman, what exactly is it that you like about me?”
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 A part-time job contract. He became the cold CEO’s imitation boyfriend. He merely wanted to earn a few small bucks and live a comfortable life, but a pity, he was in constant turmoil since then. Well, life had something else for him despite his wishes.“That… beauty, will there be an increase in wages for conversion from ‘boyfriend’ to ‘husband’?”
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 Mo Yi was pulled into a survival game. He need to survive in each world till the time given by the game ends.
 Before meeting Mo Yi –
 Participant No. 1: fell into a trap and died.
 Participant No. 2: solve the mystery and died.
 Many players touching the taboos and died
 After encountering Mo Yi-
 Silly participant n + 1: “Big God! Big God! Save my life!”
 Mo Yi: “…” He calmly solves the problem.
 After traveling through the horror game, Mo Yi encountered two problems. First, everyone is stronger than him and second, he got a strange teammate.
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 [ Book 1: Completed ]
 Tristan Davis, the playboy CEO of the Heavenly Star Enterprize, was forced to marry ANY WOMAN within one month, or else... his glamorous title and position will be stripped off of him.
 NOOOOO!
 How could he seduce those beautiful women if he became poor and no longer a CEO?
 Alright, he will find a woman and marry her to please his demanding grandfather. Who cares if it's a weird strange woman he met on the mountain while going camping. Right?
 Wait.. What!? She is NOT HUMAN? She is the demon god's daughter?
 Did you say... DEMON?
 But she looks so angelic, beautiful and innocent. Tristan couldn't even look at any other women after this demon god's daughter becomes his wife.
 Ha. He might as well keep her around since grandpa seems to like her so much.
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 Zhen-Zhen, who had the bloodline of the demon god, was being targeted by the guardian warriors. Ever since she was a child they tried to kill her many times but failed. With no other choice left, they sealed her in the Divine Mountain.
 But after 100 years, her seal was accidentally broken and so, her Protector found the chance to send her to another world inhabited by purely ordinary humans- no supernatural beings, and no magical powers.
 In this new world, she met the Naughty Handsome CEO, who proposed a marriage to her on their first meeting.
 But wait... Marriage? Becoming his Wife? What does it mean to become a Wife?
 Though the demon god's daughter was clueless about what is meant of becoming a wife, she excitedly accepted his proposal!
 "Yes! I want to be your wife!"
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 Zhen-Zhen: "Tristan, why are you laughing even though you are sad? I can feel it. You are in pain, right now."
 In his drunken state, Tristan could still absorb her words.
 Tristan: "Hey, my Zhen-Zhen. You will be my wife, right?"
 Zhen-Zhen: "Yes…"
 Tristan: "Then... make me happy. Come closer… and kiss me."
 She leaned closer to Tristan as she pressed her delicate warm lips into his cold lips.
 Zhen-Zhen: "Are you happy now, Tristan?"
 Tristan shook his head and pouted.
 "No! Zhen-Zhen, that one could not be considered as a kiss! You just pressed your lips into mine." He complained to her exasperatedly.
 “Come here, I’ll teach you!” Tristan held her face then he began to kiss her passionately.
 Tristan pulled her head closer as he deepened the kiss. After a few seconds, Zhen-Zhen responded and returned his kiss with equal intensity as his.
 'Damn, she's a fast learner.'
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 [ HOT+Funny+Fluffy+Mature ]~ This is a story of the demon god's daughter and a naughty handsome CEO...
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 Qin Zhaoyue, a hundred-year-old Soul cultivator and famous artifact refiner, dies and transmigrates into a body of 16-year-old Xi Zhaoyue, who was killed on her wedding day.
 The unlucky previous owner of the body was an illegitimate daughter of an influential family and was forced to live her whole life in the orphanage. However, at the age of 16, her Guide glands were awakened and as fate willed it, Xi Zhaoyue happened to have the highest compatibility with the youngest, bravest, most handsome Major General of the Empire, a dream husband of the whole Outer Space! Finally, a loving family she so longed for was within her reach… Yet, at the wedding ceremony, her Mental sea was invaded and she died.
 Once Zhaoyue figured out the situation she landed herself in, she vowed: she wouldn’t be a proud and self-respecting cultivator, if she didn’t strive for independence, for the right to live the life freely! Cultivate, refine, get stronger! Become your own person!
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 An ordinary boy travels back in time to the Chongzhen period of the Ming Dynasty. He has been fighting for the world since ancient times, and the one who laughs last laughs best.
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 Encountering a car crash, the King of Silver Screen, Ye Sinian, was bound to a Cannon Fodder Counterattack System.
 After reincarnating for hundreds of lives, he has finally earned enough “travel expenses” to go back home.
 However, he didn’t think that the system would suddenly malfunction, making returning back home from then on hopeless.
 With the shackles of a millennium broken, Ye Sinian aggressively counterattacked!
 Reversing fates while hugging the mentally ill* Lord Seme, he walked towards the apex of humanity!
 *Mentally ill – Schizophrenic
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 My name is Lin Luoqing. Today, I transmigrated into a book but I’m not panicked at all. It is because I know the direction of this book very well. I can definitely use the plot advantage to reach the peak of my life and become a winner in life!
 Hey, what is with that child over there who is peeking at me? How did he show up at my house? He is looking at me with three parts sadness, five parts dissatisfaction and two parts complicated.
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 Yu Younian, a third-year student from Izumo High School in Izumo City, died in a fire. Unexpectedly, Yu Younian not only survived, but also traveled to a different world and was regarded as a naughty and unruly member of the Lin family, a family of immortal cultivators. The third son, Lin Qingyu. 
 With the thinking of a science student in the new era, Yu Younian regards practice as a learning behavior, collecting resources and learning exercises in a scientific, effective, systematic and standardized way. Moreover, his body has its own ideas and can absorb various Various kinds of spiritual energy, when injured, the body's energy will give priority to repairing the damaged body. 
 Coincidentally, in the reality of Lingzhou's spiritual veins with poor spiritual power, all forces are ready to move, and Yu Younian will write his own story.
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 After being heavily wounded on a mission, the dying commander of the special forces Qin Xiao was brought back to the mountain base on the back of a tiger. According to the rumors, that day, it was an extremely beautiful Persian cat that called out the guard soldier and found the commander.
 This strange event was transmitted throughout the base, and it became a sensation in the whole place.
 After transmigrating into a cat, Bai Xia Xia has been extremely worried. She could understand beast language, eat fruits, and catch fish, but it was useless, her beast friends did not eat cooked food. For half a year, she did not eat a mouthful of cooked meat at all, and everything was so plain that she was going crazy.
 She deliberated and pondered, thinking seriously about Cat’s remaining life—being a house cat is good, there will be a poop shovel officer (a pet owner) to serve me. A suitable poop shovel officer was not easy to find, living conditions were not guaranteed, and the risk of becoming a stray cat was high.
 Therefore, she found an iron rice bowl (a lifetime employment), working for her home country (in a governmental position).
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 An advertising director is reborn in 1988 Hollywood as an eighteen-year-old blond-haired westerner named Eric Williams.
 From then on, he starts writing movie scripts and television songs, becomes skilled in directing every kind of film, wins over all kinds of female celebrities, and takes the road to become a Hollywood legend.
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 A cultivation story about how a declining sect is restored by a narcissist, a troublemaker, a meanie, an idiot, and a wimpy kid.
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