Qing Nie Novels & Stories

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

Silkily she said, "Surely there is no need for such tenseness when a Senior Sister meets a junior of hers?" Xiao Chen observed the person, remembering that she was called Wen Qingyu, a disciple of the Fourth Elder, and a Cultivator of Lv 6 Qi Refining Realm. He tugged at Luo Shangyan's sleeve and simply said, "Let us leave, Senior Sister. The night is upon us soon." Wen Qingyu cast a simple look to her subordinates. At once, more than ten of them immediately leaped into the way of Xiao Chen and his companions. With a frigid voice, Xiao Chen growled, "What do you want, Senior Sister?"

Yin Yue identified. "Please butler Fu,forgive me. I sincerely apologise. I didn't do it on purpose. It was a mistake." it was one of servant girl's voice. Yin Yue couldn't identify the voice exactly, so she peeked at her secretly from the opened door. She could see a side profile of a girl who was begging infront of butler Fu. According to the side profile of her, Yin Yue identified her as Qiao Qi,a servant girl works in first young master's quarters, a little older and senior than her.

55 - Trash? Says who? Lemme Kick that Donkey in the Head! Qing Wu You is the sole heir of the Second Imperial Prince, Qing Zhuang Xiang, known as the military’s Blood Commandant, and Fairy Ling Lan, the proud Saintess of her generation under the tutelage of the Nine Cauldron Sect. His Lord Father was a fearsome cultivator and a renowned protector of humankind, while his Lady Mother was a genius of one of the best refiner forces within the Qing Blessed Lands.

Su Chen stared at the girl who looked at hi with wide eyes, his lips curled as he picked up his car keys "I'm a soldier, despite my very handsome appearance, you think I will do something that illegal?" He asked before patting her head softly "I heard Li Zhang was using something to tie you down am I right?"

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"Qing, isn't a lady's name. But safer to travel and smarter to hide. I don't care who you are or who your father is. I just need a woman to sit in this room for a month. Then I'll give you a carriage and money to crawl back to your home. Don't have any expectations like your friend Mo'lan. I will break your dreams. Do we have a deal?" Bingquing looked up at his shifting eyes as he was assessing her. She considered it, there was no home to go back to. She needed time to plan how she would find her father and information on his whereabouts. Even though this endeavor was dangerous it was a risk that would benefit her. "Master, your wishes are my pleasure to fill. If Qing can stay wit

A young man in her teen maybe seventeen or eighteen years old . The boy try to look stern but his timidnes show in his eyes . " Hey , I am Hua Lin . " Wu Lin gently said to him . " Owh... hello aunt.. I am Qing Wan . " " Where are you going Qing Wan ?" " Northeast . To my uncle's . They had gone earlier ." " Owh... how many of you on the train ?" Wu Lin ask curiously . " Six , my mother , my eldest brother ,his wife and his son and my tenyears old brother ." He answers her honestly .

"Don't worry, Brother Li. Nothing will happen to Qing Qing. I'm still waiting for her to become my daughter-in-law, so how can anything happen to her?" Daughter-in-law...? It was her? It was only now that it occurred to Long Tian that the friend whom his father spoke of was Li Chen. Inside the ICU. Qing Yue lay on the operating table, with mask and IV tubes sticking out of her arms. Her face was unrecognizable, burnt beyond repair. As was more than half of her body. The vital signs on the SmartCom beeped in sync with the rise and fall of her chest. And on the center of her chest, was a grey stone pendant that glowed with a silvery radiance. The silver radiance shone from the center of the pe