Begging me to be in love with you like the sea

When Xia Qingyi wakes up and finds herself in a hospital without any memories of her past, what else can she do other than to approach the person who had saved her? Enter Mo Han, a renowned barrister in the legal world famous for his coldness, arrogance, and competence. With no one to take care of Xia Qingyi, Mo Han finds himself with no other choice but to act as her elder brother for the time being. However, it does not take long for him to realize that there was something wrong with the girl. What’s up with her ability to read others at a drop of a hat? How is she so adept in fighting? Just… who in the world is this girl? With his world being turned upside down with the appearance of this mysterious girl whose new world has nothing else but him, Mo Han’s search for her lost memories begins… Keywords: Memory loss, "Siblings"-turned-lovers, Unknown identity, Law

They said that he's a robot - cold and emotionless. Some women find it cool and some find it annoying. In Hana's case... "Isn't it your day off today? Why are you here?" Jacob was glaring at her but she ignored him and just looked for a seat where she can see him from afar. "Are you here to sketch me again?" "Of course. Isn't it obvious? Are you becoming dumb now?" she retorted back while arranging her art materials on the table. Among all the cafe staff, she's the only one who's got the courage and guts to talk to their boss. Jacob crossed his arms on his chest while watching her helplessly. "I don't care about you sketching, drawing or painting me. But don't you fall in love with me." "Heh! Are you serious? Did you think this is some kind of novel plot where a CEO makes a contract with his girl? Seriously?" Hana rolled her eyes and started flipping through the pages of her sketchpad. "Don't worry, I can assure you that it won't happen." "I'm holding you accountable with your words." Jacob said before he left her alone and continued to do his work. "As if I'd tell you that I've fallen in love already." Hana smirked at the thought. MEANWHILE... "Your Majesty, aren't you sorry for your own daughter? What if the Queen, her highness, comes back and finds out that you've banished your daughter?" the small wind diety Airiaj, asked with concern while looking at the huge water mirror in front of them. "Hmp! It would be better if she really comes back." The Cerulean King sneered without any care that his daughter was going through difficult times. If her mother didn't ran off somewhere, Hana wouldn't have a hard time in the mortal world. She would've gotten married already! **** cover isn't mine ORIGNAL PHOTO WAS TAKEN FROM: "Holy Chef, Crazy Empress" -a comic owned by LINKSURE it's edited by a friend https://discord.gg/XkurxZGR

"Hey, tell me, what am I supposed to do with you? I want to protect you, but who will protect you from me?" Velove softly whispered those words while caressing his sleeping face. "Don't protect me from you. I will receive with complete delight absolutely anything and everything that is given to me by you, my love" the sleeping man suddenly opened his eyes, "In this life, I beg you not to reject and hide from me. Let's do the unforgivable" ---- As the only heiress of Vladimir Royal Family, Velove Van Vladimir, far wiser, and mature with an intelligence exceeds that of a normal human, has chosen to live quietly in a secluded island far in the Atlantic Ocean so as to protect herself and the people from her unimaginable powers and abilities. Lin Xiao, the Nation's Prince, is the depiction of a very charming and kind-hearted gentleman, unfortunately, born as the illegitimate son. His smile could melt every person's heart. Every woman shamelessly competes just to get his attention. Jun Kaien, as handsomely dangerous as he is, people were long told the story of how brutal he could be if offended and provoked. People picture him as the villain that was told in every story. No one wants to get near him. No one. Until she came*. The human had been warned and taught a lesson to avoid creatures that are beautiful. The more beautiful they are, the more danger they would bring. No matter whether it is animal, plants, even human. Especially human. There used to be an infamous myth. Whenever you saw an unearthly beautiful person with violet eyes, you had to run away and don't let them touch you, or else... ---------------------------------------------- Warning!! (Tho I know this is going to be useless), In the later chapters, there will be smut scenes that are not appropriate for those under the age of 18. *Well, it's not that kind of 'came' but you know what I mean. **Cover was taken from Pinterest, credit goes to the owner

# headmaster # relax When he had failed his college entrance exam, he had decided to build a magical academy with the help of the system in order to avoid being punished by his parents. The academy did not teach normal subjects like languages and sciences, but fortune telling, curses, summons, alchemies, and other magic-related subjects. At first, not many believed the academy existed and only a few had entered the academy. A few of the academy’s students were dropouts or people with childish fantasy. However, when the first semester had ended and the students had returned home for the break, the student of the Spell Department started to move objects without touching them at home. He even started fires without anything. The student of the Summoning Department started to summon pixies to help with his house chores. The student of the Alchemy Department even showed how he turned stones into gold. The student of the Fortune-telling Department hosted a live stream, and because of how accurate his prediction was, he was hailed as the Prophet. When he was interviewed, he replied, “What? A magic academy? No such thing exists. You have to believe in science. I’ll have to excuse myself first. My students want a Quidditch match with me.” He then turned around, sat on his broom, and flew away.

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

An otaku was stabbed by a kidnapper while trying to save a boy Universal god took pity and gave him a new life within his fav anime with his fav ability how will he lead his life will he try to become its hero or will he become the villain by taking everything of the real protagonist....