I Cultivate Passively

I am Just a not-so-normal teenage girl who everyone thought was perfect in all way but the truth was I was only a tool---a puppet to both my father and mother, HE needed me for fame and praise, to have something to boast about infront of everyone and SHE needed me to have others pity and for my father's love.... But I ended up pushing myself off a tallest building in the whole city--the skyscraper, before I hit the ground god seemed to have taken a liking in me and liked to see me suffer even more..... I got reborn in the body of Seraphina Charlotte, A simple mob character in the novel named "the Palace internal affair" which revolve around the heroine and the 6 prince of the kingdom. I got reborn to be yet again a puppet to both my mother and father, Seraphina knew very well that she's a puppet and no one really loved her so She accidentally tripped and her head smashed against a rock, which ended seraphina's life and now I'm here... After getting reborn to a 10 years-old child's body, I began my journey in this world as a puppet and ended up as the male leads escort knight... Despite having 'charlotte' as my family name which means 'free man' I never got freedom, it's the one thing I don't have but desperately want and needed, even in my last life.

Crown Of The Forbidden Heir I was never meant to lead a kingdom,only to survive it. Born with forbidden magic and raised as a weapon, I spent my life hidden from the very world I was destined to rule. But when the Crown Prince dies and the throne falls into chaos, my name becomes the prophecy everyone fears. Hunted by kings, claimed by monsters, and bound to a power I struggle to control, I must rise not as a chosen savior… but as the new King they never saw coming. Because destiny didn’t make me a hero. It made me unstoppable.

Transmigrated unknowingly, I found myself to be blessed by the goddess of luck, But Too bad. The luck didn’t last long... Shackled to the duties of a hero that is destined to be die in battle and.. Who gets his everything stolen by the ‘protagonist’ of the story… Is this my punishment, for asking the author to.. “ Please pity the Heroes!” As my blood boiled in anger, I decided. No matter the plot, no matter the reason If I live to see the next day, I will give the author such a gruesome death, even The Lord of Hell will shrivel up in fright. But first, I have to kill the Protagonist…

If one day you've got superpowers, what would you do? Showing prowess and dominating the world? Do as you wish, get whatever you need, becoming popular and wealthy? Enjoying the lap of luxury and having a lot of beautiful women? It could be said that I Was lucky. I and my two classmates got superpowers by accident. Of course, I was delighted. I knew I could do as powerful things and dominate the whole neighbourhood. And even the whole city. But it's that what a superhuman should do? I learnt something very important concerning being a superhuman. It changed my mindset.

Modern esports is by no means a game. You can completely lose everything and even your life because of one stupid mistake. I was the top player on the planet, but after I was framed, I had to leave. Though with large debts, but alive. But the brother stayed and, it seems, contacted the wrong people. Now he's gone, and all I have is a few scant clues from the virtual. Well, hold on bro, I'm coming.

I narrowed my eyes at him and caught glimpse of a guy, standing in a corner and what’s weird is that he wasn’t dancing. He seemed different and odd for all this. He’s looking in my direction, very still and I can see him intermittently. The hat makes it harder to discern. Except for the creepy, fiendish smile, raising the edges of his mouth real slowly. I squinted my eyes at him. He tugged his hat from the right, an expression of a muted Hi! I nodded reflexively and opened my mouth to call Frank, who was busy with stuffing ice cubes in two glasses of beer. “Hey!” I called with my hurting head. “What?” he asked the glasses. “Who’s that? Someone new?” I pointed at him. Frank gave up the stuffing and looked in his direction. “Haven’t seen him before” he said with confusion. . . . Elijah Heath, an eighteen year old teenager was stalked by someone. Read to know who was he? And what made him behave this strangely. Does someone REALLY follows her? Or she's hallucinating like others say? . . . "Is someone there?", I moped around the dim-litted living room. "Guess it's just me. I'm making excuses to cease. No, Elijah! You have to finish this up!". As I ascended three steps, I realized a change in the air pressure around me, an odd creak and a clear presence of heat_ behind me. My breath abated. Just as I plucked the nerve to turn, my ankle was grasped and I slided down as some hand pulled me. My knees rubbed along the hard steps. **Caution**: Contains extremely disturbing content. Read only if you can stand murder and blood descriptions else you might feel nauseous.

[What was your sin?] "I tried saving them." [What would you gain from doing that?] "I just wanted to remove this scar." [But that scar was never gained from not saving them.] "I know. I just wanted to see if it worked or not." [And the result was?] "The one I saved killed me." The discussion between Desire and Delight took place as he sipped the tea. [What will you do now?] "The stage has been set, and the doors will be opening soon. I also need to do my part." [And what was your part?] "One Last Chance." The room was in silence as Delight looked at Desire and asked, [A sinner or a saint?] "Depends on the way of the viewer."

Having a crazy continuous dream like a drama series during my childhood, I realize I’m in the body of a character named Airis Absalom, daughter of the Absalom duchy. She happens to be an introvert, respectful and beautiful lady, but she died a miserable death, killed by the heartless mad future emperor, Aiden Alexander Ambrose. Not only her death, but also Ardiane empire’s total downfall. In order for me to not meet the same end and prevent the disaster I’ve seen, I made a deal with the hero, Azher Alexander Ambrose, the 4th prince. I promised to make him the next emperor in return for him to sponsor my world travel – trying to find a way to return. Living in this dream-reality, will I be able to return and succeed in saving Ardiane?

The last strand of patience I had snapped into shreds when she chose her ex-lover’s son over our dying daughter. Now she paraded around smiling, flaunting him like a trophy, while I was left with nothing but the cold, lifeless body of my child. This wasn’t about hurt anymore. It wasn’t even about pain. She’d stolen a soul from me — and she would feel every atom of what I felt, and more. “I want a divorce.” “That’s not happening. You and I are in this together,” she screeched, eyes boring into mine, searching for the man who always bent to her will. “You will sign the papers,” I said, every word a quiet stone. “Make me!” I stepped closer. My hand closed at her throat — delicate, trembling under my grip — and forced her to meet me. “Sign the papers,” I whispered, voice low and cold. “Or I’ll make you suffer so that even our daughter hears your screams from six feet under.”

She slipped off the engagement ring, her voice cold. “You’ll never be the man I need,” she said, walking out and leaving me broken. Years later, as I stood successful and untouchable, she begged for my help. My heart ached, but I turned away. “You made your choice,” I whispered.