8 Results in the "Romantasy" category
Definition: romance set in a fantasy world with magic, kingdoms, etc.
Action (35)
Adventure (23)
Betrayal (32)
BL (21)
BL (16)
Body Horror (1)
Comedy (5)
Dark Fantasy (1)
Dark Romance (5)
Demons (13)
Demons (9)
Depression (9)
Domestic (1)
Dragons (7)
Drama (1)
Eastern (3)
Enemies‑to‑Lovers (4)
Epic Fantasy (3)
Face slapping (1)
Fairy Tale (1)
Family (14)
Fantasy (62)
Fiction (32)
Friends‑to‑Lovers (1)
Ghosts (2)
Ghosts & Spirits (9)
Historical Fiction (8)
Horror (24)
LGBTQ+ (23)
Literature (1)
Martial Arts (16)
Martial Arts (1)
Military (12)
Mystery (21)
Office (5)
paranormal (2)
Period Romance (7)
Police Procedural (6)
Psychological (9)
Rebirth (20)
Retold (5)
Revenge (13)
Romance (108)
Romance‑heavy (1)
School Life (3)
Slapstick (1)
Spirit (1)
Supernatural (48)
Survival (12)
Survival Horror (3)
Sweet Love (32)
Thriller (23)
Uncategorized (21)
Vampires (6)
War (3)
Wuxia (3)
Xianxia (4)
YA Fantasy (1)
YA Thriller (7)
Young Adult (9)
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"Yuxin, want to go to the grocery store after class?" my best friend Xiaomei asked as we tossed our books into our bags at Minghai High. "Nope, nope," I replied without hesitation, not bothering to look up as I packed away my pencils. "But the shop owner just adopted a new kitten, a little cream ball," Xiaomei pleaded, knowing all too well my weakness for anything soft and furry. But this time, she miscalculated. "You go ahead, I’ve really got something to do," I explained, clutching my bag a…-
9.6 K • Ongoing
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He left me an address. Told me to wait there. A cabin in a forest valley. Sparse. A bed, a table. The faint smell of pine. On the table, roses. Black roses. Dark, velvety, rich as spilled wine. They reminded me of him when I first saw him: a black rose in Armani, sharp-featured, languid, with women fluttering around him. A cream card lay among them, his handwriting:"To my little jasmine." Pinned beneath was a note in the flower shop girl’s hand:"I saw you on the news. Was she the one you…-
5.3 K • Completed
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Another year passed. In that year, Zhao Yichen burned every hour, every heartbeat, feeding evidence to police, fueling investigations, stoking fire. The system resisted. Zhuxin’s networks ran deep. Arrests mounted. Scandals broke. But power still rooted itself. And one shadow lingered: Wang Yue. Wang Sheng’s cousin. Declared missing. No report ever found him. Yichen never spoke of it. Silence was its own confession. Then came the day Wang Sheng, shielded by bribes and influence, walked…
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5.3 K • Completed
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Not all grief is loud. Yichen’s grief was sharp and lucid, the kind that slices open quietly over years. At first, after my death, I told myself I’d stay beside him for a while, then let go. I thought if I watched him throw himself into workninto his new company I could leave content, knowing he’d survive. But every night I drifted above him, I saw the truth. His insomnia. The pills beside his pillow. His chest clenched with pain as if it would tear itself free. His life didn’t continue.…
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5.3 K • Completed
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The next day, I waited at the cemetery. From sunlight into dusk, and from dusk into the bruised silence of night. He didn’t come. Rain fell hard, lightning tearing the sky apart. Of course he wouldn’t risk driving out in weather like this. But then he came. Out of the storm’s curtain, Zhao Yichen emerged. Wrapped in a black raincoat, carrying a black umbrella, he looked like a shadow among shadows. But in his hands was a pure bouquet of white jasmine. Though he had never set foot here…
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5.3 K • Completed
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I was an orphan. No parents. No relatives. The police couldn’t find anyone else to claim my body. In the end, it was Yichen who signed the papers, Yichen who stood in that freezing morgue peeling back the sheet from my corpse. He didn’t cry. Not once. Instead, he touched my nose lightly with his finger and whispered, almost amused,"I wonder if you think this end was worth it." Even then, so calm. Too calm. He told the officers everything about me, my favorite color, my profession, the star…
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5.3 K • Completed
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When I died, Zhao Yichen was busy flirting with the owner of a flower shop. For that ridiculous betrayal, I haunted him for three years. Every time I revealed myself and scared off another girl he dragged home, it never failed. The girl would clutch her purse, trembling, and whisper:"Your place is haunted." Yichen never flinched. He only smirked, tilting his head in that lazy way of his, and replied:"Yeah. Haunted by a beautiful ghost." The girl screamed, called him insane, and bolted for the…
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5.3 K • Completed
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- When I died, Zhao Yichen was busy flirting with the owner of a flower shop.
