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  1. Hero Academia Sun God FanfictionOngoing This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated. ReadsFlowersTickets
  2. My Fox Fairy Apprentice Martial Arts & Cultivation1k WordsOngoing This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated. ReadsFlowersTickets
  3. Things About My Time Travel FantasyOngoing Just write This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated. ReadsFlowersTickets
  4. Doomsday Survival Murloc Raid Urban RomanceOngoing Urgent notice! Urgent notice! All coastal cities are now blocked. No, let me out! ! ! A man in a white shirt knelt down at the blocked intersection. In front of him was a dam tens of meters high. He was mentally shattered. He had no idea that the flood was rising at a speed visible to the naked eye. Wow! A dark shadow came over, and the man disappeared in front of the dam... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated. ReadsFlowersTickets
  5. TFBOYS Has Been Around for Ten Years Female-Channel FictionOngoing Holle, you can call me Baby Mint. It's my first time writing a novel. If it's not good, please give me a shout and take care of me. Pretending not to see it, But I scanned it thousands of times with my peripheral vision. Your hall is darkened, You are missing me in your life. There are no little monsters in Aotuman, But I won't lose you. Sweet article, not a Mary Sue. What I thought. . . . This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not b ReadsFlowersTickets
  6. TFBOYS Female-Channel Fiction2 WordsOngoing The chirping of cicadas is the sound of the countdown outside the window The scores on the test paper are like climbing vines Have the butterflies I drew on your palms flown away? The white clouds are kites flying in the blue sky Youth is us running on the playground Don't worry about getting hurt and bravely pursue your dreams. I still remember that I was waiting for you to finish class and I was holding the flowers I wanted to give you. Everyone who passed by was smiling because the flowers we ReadsFlowersTickets