After an explosion, You XiaoMo finds that he is now a probationary disciple of the TianXin sect. However, he is one with dubious potential, so just when he starts to adapt to his new circumstances, he receives a piece of bad news. If he is unable to produce the required result after half a year to become an official disciple of the TianXin sect, he would be driven out of the sect.
While You XiaoMo is going all out to make medicines and earn money, he runs into Ling Xiao. To his horror, he later discovers that Ling Xiao is really someone cloaked in human skin.
Thoughts:
In a moment of boredom, I started reading this story. I found it by luck, browsing through recommendations, I just happened to click on the title because it sounded interesting. That was last year, around May or June 2017. I tell you that because I read over two hundred chapters in the space of one week and thought I was catching an obsession. Which I have, I think, I’m still reading it up to now, that should say something.
The Legendary Master’s Wife is not a quick story. It is a commitment type of story. I love it because You Xiao Mo starts out weak and unknowing, and slowly grows into a strong character with each chapter. I clearly speak like someone who has made a major commitment, but I can’t help it. Xiao Mo meets Ling Xiao a man with deep secrets and their relationship starts in a strange series of events that leave Ling Xiao constantly nagging Xiao Mo out of his comfort zone, and into a very passionate relationship. The characters have grown with each saga they meet. The different worlds they visit, and I think of this story as an everyday kind of story.
Be Warned, this novel is +700 chapters. But it is worth it, though once you catch up with translations, you might need to wait daily for your dose of Xiao Mo and Ling Xiao.
The first chunk of this fascinating story was translated by:
A young man is being forced to cross-dress as a bride to replace his young lady who refused to marry since she already had her own lover.
And the groom had prepared a surprise for the supposed bride, yet he was the one who got the surprise for the bride he had imagined was not as his imagined before, —personality wise.
So, the life of the counterfeit bride and ‘her’ groom began.
With both party having their own secret, how would their life like?
Thoughts:
I love a great gender-bender story. Most of the ones I’ve read/watched and loved are ladies pretending to be men, and the man later discovers the ‘he’ is actually a she. They make for great love stories. So, in Counterfeit Bride, ‘She’ turns out to be a ‘He’ and a great plot twist ensues. I guarantee this will make you laugh and root for the main character. It is a fast read with entertaining scenes.
A part of the HIStory webseries follows the story of Shao Yi Chen, a man who dies in an accident involving his boyfriend, Jiang Jing Teng. Shao Yi Chen is reborn and sent back 9 years. To save his future self he avoids Jiang Jing Teng and avoids his feelings for him. Problem is Shao Yi Chen has loved Jiang Jiang Teng for a long time and has written about him in his diary. While destroying the diary, Jiang Jing Teng discovers a few pages. Causing Jiang Jing Teng to become curious about Shao Yi Chen. Will he resist the love of the handsome man Jiang Jing Teng and save his future self, or will he fall for the same man twice and risk his life?
Thoughts:
First, HIStory is a series of boy’s love stories from Taiwan. There are about five of them at the moment, each with only 4 episodes each. Out of the five, my most favorite is Obsessed. Yi Chen works at ignoring his attraction to Jing Teng after a heartbreak that led to his death. He reincarnates and decides that in his new life he will ignore his attraction to Jing Teng. The two actors in this particular episodes have great chemistry. While the story could be longer, more developed, I love the execution of their parts. It leaves you with this great satisfaction. Not to forget Jing Teng’s convincing kisses. This was a great watch!
Set in early-20th century China, this story takes off in the port city of Tientsin (Tianjin) that is divided into lands called concessions and owned by several foreign powers. Shen Liangsheng is a charismatic and cunning playboy, a son of a rich businessman, who has profits as his top priority. He meets Ch’in Ching, an average school teacher who appears mild but actually holds a patriotic heart for his home. The two cross paths and sparks fly. But will their love hold strong through the imminent forces that will tear the country apart…?
Thoughts:
The first time I read this story, I felt shaken and felt like I had read a life-changing type of story. These two characters face good times, hard times and have a love that left them so isolated and yet together, it is breathtaking. The author explores history on such a personal level, by the time you reach the end, your heart is full, and there is so much, so much in their life together, that the words love don’t need to be said. They are felt.
Cute, easy to watch, and the best feels. If you are having a seriously bad day, check out 2 Moons and P’Pha and Wayo will lift you right up!
2 Moons The Series (Thai BL Series)
No. of Episodes: 12 Episodes
Description:
Wayo Panitchayasawad (Yo) is a freshman at a university that his long time love, Phana Kongthanin (Pha), is a second-year student at. Pha is extremely popular and the Campus Moon of last year but does not seem like the attention. When Yo gets the opportunity to become the Moon of his facility, he realizes he gets to see Pha more. Although, their relationship starts quite rough since Pha seems to pick on Yo. ~~ Adapted from the BL Novel “Two Moon” by Chiffon_cake.
Thoughts:
I started watching this on LineTV, and gosh was it cute. I mean, the plot is not overreaching. Carefully crafted to follow Wayo as he enters his first year of college. You get to know about his long time one-sided love for P’Pha. The story that unfolds from there is beautiful in its simplicity. I kept watching every time a new episode came out. I’m kinda still hoping they will have a second season. Wayo’s love is so one-track minded that you can’t help but hope he wins P’Pha’s heart.
One thing I love about these types of stories is how positive the series is potrayed. Love between two guys is so easily accepted and beautifully rendered that I’m always left so excited watching it. If you want to constantly have a wide smile (the cute scenes between P’Pha and Yo are enough to get you grinning) from episode to episode, and meeting the most supportive best friend in history. Check 2 Moons The Series Out!
Thai BL Series that has a strong BL couple. Together with Me is a story focused on Korn and Knock and how they met and all the obstacles they go through before they officially became a couple.
Thoughts:
So, it is always so hard to find a show with two gay main characters meant to be endgame. Usually, there is a pile of other characters in the story, and the Boy’s Love story is a side story. With Together with Me, you are placed upfront and center with a story focused on Korn and Knock, two men who fall in love with each other and face a series of challenges before they become a couple. I love their chemistry. I love how easy it is to see them together, and wish it for them. This is a great show to watch. English Subtitles included.
Su Yi, the great general of Qi, was captured by enemy country’s army. Faced with the downfall of his country and interest from opposing country’s king, how will he react?
War Prisoner Review
As the title states, this story is not fluff, but seriously epic. The main characters end up in very tough, and graphic situations, so if that is not your cup of tea, don’t check out this one. However, if you are brave enough, this story is seriously beautiful. Wanyan Xu and Su Yi are a couple I find quite interesting. Wanyan hellbent on creating a prosperous kingdom, while Su Yi is doing the best he can to fight for his own kingdom which is now under Wanyan’s control. There is loyalty, there is insane attraction, terrible personal betrayals, and the beginning of a love that takes Su Yi through absolute hell. Truthfully, reading this story led me on an insane emotional roller coaster. I was angry, and happy at times, sad and happy other times, still I kept reading. So, a nod to Li Huan Yan Yu who created a very epic tale in War Prisoner.
Read Translations here:
The chapters are split between sites. I hope this is helpful to you.
Translations are the most awesome stories you could read. For the past year or more, I have fallen in love with these crazy stories and I will share some of the many stories I’ve read since. Guilty Pleasures that keep my mind occupied when the plotting of my own stories pauses.
Here is the first story I’ve loved with all I have.
The top hacker was chosen by the Lord God to be reborn as hundreds of thousands of villains,
Every world ended in a dead end,
Every end is tragic.
Finally he escaped the control of the Villain System,
He decided to enact revenge, change his fate as an abused slag
Even if his every bone is rotten,
He’ll occupy the heights of morality, even if it’s just the surface.
The Break Down-
The main characters are not subject to one personality, they can be a devil, an angel, a charming villain, a loyal dog, a crazy wife
1v1, the seme is the same person from beginning to end.
蘇蘇蘇，雷雷雷，金手指粗粗粗。(Bunch of gibberish, looks like the Chinese version of 1337 speak)
Review:
The English description is funny and insane but I still love it!
What sets this story apart for me is the fact that it is a set of chapters, where the main character lives out an entire lifetime in each chapter. Lifetime, after lifetime, each one unique, different and there is magic in that. It is taking a reincarnation story and going out, far wide. The main character goes through hardships, working very hard to create a life he is comfortable with. He is ruthless while fighting to get what he is due, but he is also generous to those who show him kindness. The love he finds in his soulmate is absolutely fun to read and I couldn’t stop reading this story because of that romance.
This is a new story in development. I’m excited about it, hope you are too.
Chapter 1 –Milan Takeda Moves to the Town of Portento
Milan Takeda sat in the passenger seat as his brother drove the rental car from the airport to their new home. His family seemed unable to settle in one city. Moving was harder this time. The Takeda family had managed to stay in Turin, Italy for the last three years. Milan had loved every day of those three years. Had loved becoming part of a community and getting friends. The parents managed to lull Milan into thinking he could belong somewhere.
Until one rainy afternoon, two weeks ago, when his father came home with the big family announcement. The Takedas were moving to Portento, a small town in Colorado, USA. Milan reclined his seat and folded his arms over his chest.
Portento, the name sounded Italian. The town’s founding fathers were Italian. Choosing a name like Portento, they must have thought the town represented miracles.
Their father, Kiyo Takeda, worked hard to excite his children into the move. Kiyo was a research scientist working at Biosense, a company that developed drugs for various diseases. Their mother was the Italian in the family. Her name was Ilaria. She was beautiful, full of energy and loved to laugh. She was the reason this move happened without a fight.
“Think of it as an adventure, Milan,” Ilaria told him when he started to protest the move. “Your father is close to unlocking the key behind his research. If he does, then you will be free too, my bambino. Free to enjoy the world, as you want. Meanwhile, your father is all about i miracoli della scienza.”
“The wonders of science,” Milan murmured, tagging his jacket closed. He shivered, drawing his brother’s gaze.
“You’re cold.”
It was a statement. Ayu fiddled with the heat controls, and in seconds, Milan felt warmth start to sip into his body. Ayu pulled over to the curb, slowing down to a stop. Milan started to ask what he was doing, only to have Ayu reach in the backseat for a blanket. He covered Milan with the heavy cashmere tucking the ends around Milan’s shoulders.
“We’ll be home soon. This place is cold in December. I told Papa we should have waited to move in the summer.”
Milan held Ayu’s dark gaze, and forced a smile.
“It’s alright. I’m fine, Ayu.”
“No, you’re not,” Ayu said, pressing his palm on Milan’s forehead. “You’re feverish, and you trying to hide it, doesn’t make it better, Milan.”
Ayu shifted away, pressing a button to unlock the trunk, he opened his door and Milan closed his eyes as a wave of cold swept in. He gritted his teeth, not wanting to shiver, but he couldn’t help it. Ayu got out, closing the door fast, and hurried to the back of the car.
He was back in minutes with a bottle of water, and a brown envelope of medicine. Turning on the light above them, Ayu got two pills from the envelope and helped Milan take them. Once Milan swallowed the antibiotics, Ayu placed the envelope in the console between them, and studied him.
“I know moving is hard and you didn’t want to leave Turin,” Ayu said.
Milan folded his arms under the blanket, his gaze holding Ayu’s dark one.
“I wasn’t protesting for me. I was worried about you.” Milan dropped his gaze to his lap. “I know you didn’t want to leave Christina.”
“Milan.”
“You love her. I saw you two in the alcove before we had to leave. She was crying and so were you, Ayu. I don’t want to be the reason you left the girl you like.”
“You’re important to me, too. You are my little brother, Milan. Moving here alone would be hard for you. I’m taking a gap year, and will head to university as soon as you’re better.”
“What if I don’t get better?” Milan asked, looking up to meet Ayu’s gaze. “Mom and I, we talked to the doctor about my condition…this CVID immunodeficiency thing, I might have to manage it all my life. You can’t stop doing what you want because you worry about me. It’s not fair.”
“Milan.”
“Don’t take the gap year,” Milan insisted. “Go back and enter Turin University with Christina. Do it for me, Ayu.”
Ayu shook his head. “I can’t—”
“Yes you can.”
“But—
“I’ll be upset if you don’t go. You’ll be unhappy, and that will make me unhappy. It will make me sick, and it will be because you didn’t listen to me.”
“Your guilt tripping won’t work.”
Ayu turned off the light overhead, and engaged the car into drive.
“This move is not easy for any of us, Milan. I need to be at home with you. Dad’s always in his lab and Mom will be working now in the town’s hospital. We can’t leave you in the care of the housekeeper and nurses.”
“Why not?”
“You’re sixteen—”
“Turning seventeen in a month.”
“Yeah, well endure my presence by your side until you’re eighteen,” Ayu teased. “I don’t regret leaving Christina, Milan. I love her yes, but she’s not the one.”
Milan frowned.
“As if you know what the one looks like.”
“Do you know what the one looks like?” Ayu asked him, adjusting his seat belt, as he buckled in for their long drive home.
“I’m sure I will know when he comes along,” Milan sighed. “That is if I can live long enough.”
“Milan, don’t say that.”
Milan turned to stare out the window. It was dark outside. Their flight landed at seven in the evening. The navigation system said the drive to Portento would take an hour and a half to two hours. Milan sighed.
“I’m sorry, Ayu.”
“I’ll help you search,” Ayu said, after a while. “When we find him, whoever your one is, they’ll love you, Milan, just as you are.”
Milan closed his eyes and smiled. He didn’t know about the one, but he did know that no one had a brother like Ayu, or a father like Kiyo and a mother like Ilaria. He was content enough with their love. Their unconditional dedication was enough for him, he decided as he drifted off to sleep.
***
Their new home looked buried deep in a forest. Milan had never seen so many trees in his life. The town was at least thirty minutes away. He had hoped they would be closer to it, this way he could walk in some days and explore. Had Kiyo known his thoughts?
Milan held the edges of the blanket over his shoulders, and stared up at the three-story house. It was more modern than their home in Italy. He instantly missed the warmness of Turin, and the ancient walls that had seen millennia of history. This place was too modern, too new, too cold. Light from the tall glass windows on the top floor poured down to the front yard. Milan walked up the steps to the front door, pausing when the door opened and a short dark haired woman came running out.
Milan chuckled when she pulled him into a tight hug, bubbling in Italian.
“Cucciolo, I’ve been so worried about you. I kept wondering why I didn’t just wait before flying here. I should have been the one to come with you. I should have stayed and flown here with you. Are you okay?”
Ilaria stepped back, pressing her warm hands to his forehead. It was impossible to stop this tirade, especially when she referred to him as a little puppy. The only way to end the worry in her tone was to agree to all her suggestions.
“You are too warm for my liking. Come inside, it’s a warm shower, and off to bed with you. Ayu, polpetto, come here, let Mamma hug you.”
Milan laughed at Ayu, when he had to lean down to hug their short mother. Catching Ayu’s gaze, he mimed a meatball, and got a scowl for his efforts. Ilaria’s meatball let go of her and opened the door, stepping into the house.
“Cucciolo, you look pale. Tomorrow, I will stay home with you,” Ilaria said, wrapping an arm around Milan’s shoulders. “I’m worried the traveling will get you sick. It’s almost the holidays. I don’t want you to be sick then.”
Milan wanted to tell her not to worry, but his chest felt congested. He knew a bad cold was coming.
His bedroom was fully furnished, and on the third floor, with the tall windows showing off the trees in the backyard. The bathroom connected his room to Ayu’s bedroom. Their mother had worked hard to make sure they were comfortable.
Milan wanted to explore but he was too tired. Traveling always left him so tired. The cold was unwelcome, and he was insanely uncomfortable. The discomfort eased after a hot shower, and he wore the warm pajamas his mother insisted he wear. The potato soup she brought in with a slice of bread was delicious; it warmed him deep to the bones. Sliding into bed, Milan sat, his back leaning on the headboard watching her arrange the things from his book bag on his reading desk by the windows.
“I’ve been looking at schools,” Ilaria said. “Ayu!”
“Yes, Mamma,” Ayu called back from his bedroom.
“Come in here, polpetto. I have news.”
Milan played with the covers, still watching his mother. Ayu entered the bedroom a minute later, and came to join him on the bed, sitting on top of the covers, right next to Milan.
“Are you serious about not going to university?” Ilaria asked him.
“Yes.”
“I don’t agree with this.” Ilaria arranged a stack of Mario Llosa books on the shelf above Milan’s desk, and then turned to face them. “No son of mine will live without higher education. Yes, Ayu, there is a university close here. I got your records from Turin, and they accepted them. You only need to choose the courses you want, classes start in January.”
“What about Milan?”
“Milan has decision to make too,” Ilaria said. “Two choices, we can get a tutore, continue your studies as before, but you seemed to like school in Turin. I will do what you want.”
“How far is the high school from here?” Ayu asked.
“There is the public school. It’s not far, though we would have to drop Milan off. They offered a school bus, but I don’t think standing outside is good for your health. You need a ride into school, and someone to pick you up. I can drop you off in the morning.”
“Then I will arrange my classes so that I’m able to pick him up,” Ayu said.
“Marie is also with us,” Ilaria said, smiling when both boys grinned. “She agreed to move here, with us.”
“Oh, that’s awesome. At least there is one person we know,” Milan said.
“Cucciolo, you still have not told me if you will go to school.”
“Is it very different from the one in Italy?” Milan shuddered. “I’ve read stories, the bullying and the clicks—”
“You can choose the international school. This way everyone you find there will be different like you. You’ve been to one in Turin.”
“The international school will cost you,” Milan noted. “You have to pay for Ayu’s university now—”
“Your education is important, to your Papa, to me, Milan. You don’t worry about cost. It is our job.”
“Yeah well,” Milan sighed. “I didn’t like the international school and ended up moving to public school in Turin. It was the only way to learn the language, and get to know the community.”
Milan stared at his fingers. Life was about experience. The tutor would mean he would be safe indoors. Not have to face people he didn’t want to. The international school was a strain on his parent’s budget. They had to worry about his health, and Ayu’s university…plus, the students tended to stick to their own little communities.
“I’ll go to the public high school,” Milan said.
“Are you sure?” Ayu asked beside him.
“It will be a new experience,” Milan insisted. “A new adventure.”
“Si, it is,” Ilaria nodded. “Well, that is good news. I will drop by there end of this week. If you’re feeling well, you can visit with me if you want.”
Milan nodded, a wave of excitement and anxiety racing through him.
“Where is Papa?” Milan asked.
“Papa is busy working,” Ilaria said. “His lab is now just beyond the trees. This new investor is very keen on finishing Papa’s research. So, Papa will be home when he decides to take a break.”
Ilaria sighed.
“He is working too much again. I hope he can make it to breakfast tomorrow. It will be nice to have us all at the table.”
Milan yawned, feeling tired. His yawn triggered Ayu and Ilaria into motion. In minutes, he was horizontal on the bed tucked in tight like a hot pocket, and the lights turned down.
Ayu kissed his forehead and left, leaving Ilaria sitting on the side of the bed. She rubbed his chest, and reached out to push his dark curly hair out of his eyes.
“You’re going to be okay,” Ilaria murmured, though her tone sounded as though she was convincing herself. “Papa is close, and at least here we can find the best hospitals to take care of you if things get worse. My cucciolo, mamma loves you very much, you know that, yes?”
Milan nodded.
“I love you too.”
Ilaria leaned down, filling his nostrils with the scent of fresh citrus, his favorite scent. She pressed a soft kiss on his forehead, and then stood.
“Okay, goodnight. Sweet dreams, my love.”
“Goodnight, Mamma.”
Milan drifted to sleep in this new strange place, feeling on the edge of a new dawn.
***
That’s the start. Working on the rest, will let you know where to find this new story. Enjoy, Sui.
The Morgan Lore has been complete for a while and is available as an ebook. Check out the links below:
Rory Morgan, just coming of age at eighteen, eagerly anticipates embracing his inherited birthright. He yearns to immerse himself in the responsibilities that accompany his family’s legacy, unaware that a chance encounter is about to unravel the world he thought he knew.
When Rory crosses paths with Milan Takeda, an extraordinary connection blossoms between them. As their lives intertwine, both young men confront hidden secrets and discover the transformative power of unexpected connections.
May is swinging by to the end and I am delighted to discuss one of Sui’s e-books. The Assassin is now available as an e-book. I’ve had the privilege of reading this story, so here is a list of my favorites about The Assassin.
I’m in love with Kian Raja – He is dangerous, handsome, and makes my heart ache as he does not believe he deserves anything good that happens to him. He loves strawberry milkshake, coffee and a certain man with locks. He is breathtaking.
Daven Noland is a doctor who has gone to the darkest depths in strange corners of the world and come back braver. One of Kian’s friends calls him a man with a bleeding heart. I love how he loves, without any reservations and that’s the best thing you can hope for in life.
The Assassin sweeps you across the globe, city to incredible city. Daven and Kian’s time in Amsterdam remains my most favorite as it is both beautiful and heartbreaking, which is all I look for in a story.
The Action! Kian is badass. If I was in trouble, and needed a rescue, he would be the guy I would seek out. Of course, you have to make him care about you first to get him to move a finger, but once you do, he will take a bullet for you.
Diversity – Sui does an incredible job of mixing cultures in her stories, but with The Assassin, she’s gone ahead and created such a great cast of characters. I love multi-culture stories, and the great melting pot they create. It paints a world that is fundamentally about accepting who people love, and not where people are from, or what they are. The Assassin does that without much thought.
Daven cleaned Kian’s wound, concentrating on removing dirt from the raw skin to prevent infection. He used warm cotton balls, at times forced to scrub at stubborn bits. Kian made no sound through the process: no groan, no wince, and no sense of discomfort. Daven stared at the pile of dirty cotton balls on the napkin on the sink. By now, any patient would have cursed him out, or cried out for him to end the torture.
That level of control should have disturbed him. Instead, it reminded him of Musimbi. The young man he met in Dadaab. Musimbi was fearless, immune to pain, his heart hardened by a lifetime of hardship and political wars. Daven first met Musimbi on a field trip on the outskirts of the camp. The first vehicle in the security convoy went up in a bomb explosion and despite protests from the security officers in his vehicle, Daven jumped out and rushed to help any survivors.
Musimbi appeared out of nowhere, clutching a young woman with blood trailing down her face. ‘Help her’, Musimbi told him, his voice bereft of emotion. Daven remembered wondering who the woman was to Musimbi. He should have seen through Musimbi in that moment. Seen the cruelty behind those eyes, instead, Daven only saw the wounded woman.
Daven sighed and applied ointment on Kian’s bruised skin. Placing clean pads over the wound, he taped them into place with care.
“We’ll need to keep checking on it,” Daven said. “Taking a shower will sting, but you don’t have to worry about that for the next few hours.”
Daven smoothed his palm over Kian’s shoulder.
“Thank you,” Kian said, bending to pick up his t-shirt. He wore it in one swift shrug and remained seated on the toilet seat.
Daven washed his hands and disposed off the dirty cotton balls, wrapping them with napkins and throwing them in the trash. He closed the first aid box, and stared at Kian’s bent head. Kian’s silky straight black hair called to his fingers.
Daven frowned.
“I want to trust you,” Daven stated.
Kian remained silent.
“You confuse me,” Daven continued, leaning on the little sink. “One minute you’re pointing guns at me, pulling the trigger, the next you save me. You get hurt in the name of protecting my profession. I can’t read you, Kian.”
“You’re not meant to. I’m well trained, that’s all you should care about. Keeping you functional is a plus for me. Any minute wasted worrying about your health, be they your hands or other injuries, delays us. It makes handling you difficult.”
“Handling me?” Daven frowned at the sting growing in his heart. “I’m not a sack of potatoes—
“You are a target, one I need to keep moving.”
Kian got up from the toilet seat.
The space between them disappeared, and Daven met startling brown eyes.
“Trust is not easy,” Kian said. “Still, I only tell you the truth. There is nothing to read with me, Daven. It will benefit you to think of me as walking armor to get you to your destination.”
Kian opened the bathroom door.
“Try and sleep,” Kian advised. “Who knows what we’ll meet in Europe.”
Daven stared at the open door. Kian’s little tirade stinging more than he dared confess. Here he was, trying to connect.
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