Short BE Stories with Great Writing That Aren't All the Same BE短文 文笔好 不是千篇一律的

1. 1 不 I Won't Be Your Mortal Concubine; I'll Be a Celestial Goddess 不做你凡间妃，要做我九天仙 Eighty-Eight八拾捌Ancient Romance13k WordsCompleted I Won't Be Your Mortal Concubine; I'll Be a Celestial Maiden in the Ninth Heaven 281Reads—Score—Shelves

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   Be short story

2. 2 他 After He Took the Throne, He Gave Me to Someone Else as a Concubine 他登基后把我赐给别人做妾 Eighty-Eight八拾捌Ancient Romance14k WordsCompleted After he ascended the throne, he bestowed me upon someone else as a concubine 2.5kReads—Score—Shelves
3. 3 糖 Candy with a Tangy Bite 糖果偏酸 Luo Zhi落之Modern Romance238k WordsCompleted (The main story is complete.) The domineering, impossibly cool school bully vs. the beautiful, strong-willed, wounded little bookworm. School life, healing, and mutual secret crushes. Chutang was being bullied at school. The day she met Jihuai was the start of autumn. She was sixteen that year. Jihuai saved her, perhaps because he felt sorry for her. “You don't need to stick your nose into my business.” “Hey, I'm the one who helped you.” Desperate for a meal, Chutang shamelessly followed Jihu 45Reads—Score—Shelves

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   This book is so beautiful

4. 4 校 Aftereffects of a Campus Romance 校园恋后遗症 Chuan Shenyan川慎言6k WordsCompleted The Aftereffects of a School Romance 21Reads—Score—Shelves

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   Let's see, how about it?

5. 5 我 I Want a Complete Family 我想要个完整的家 Chuan Shenyan川慎言18k WordsCompleted I Want a Complete Family 58Reads—Score—Shelves
6. 6 她 She Built Me a Swing in the Game 她在游戏里，给我搭了一座秋千 Dreams Layered Like Light Clouds轻云叠梦17k WordsCompleted She built me a swing in the game 16Reads—Score—Shelves

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   It's the BE short story you want to read

7. 7 糟 Oh No! My Younger Boyfriend Has Me Falling Head Over Heels 糟糕！被年下弟弟反撩上头 Mango Piggy芒果猪猪7k WordsCompleted Oh no! His younger brother has me completely wrapped around his finger 1Reads—Score—Shelves

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   Sweet short story

8. 8 零 All Things Return to Dust 零落归尘 This Author Has No Pen Name该作家没有笔名Mystery668k WordsCompleted [Fantasy Romance / Tearjerker / Fate / Light Ensemble Cast] This is not a power fantasy, nor does it follow the usual tropes. There is no harem and no mindless heroine. A long-form mystery, with a light ensemble cast in the early chapters and the main plot taking center stage later. The setup takes its time, and the main story is heartbreaking, so reader discretion is advised. When sorrow congeals into an eternal night, and fate is ground to dust by the passage of time, can you still pick up th 48Reads8.8Score—Shelves

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   No routine, no harem, no brainlessness. Be aesthetics, everything is just for the final be! A strong sense of fate, as sweet as it is in the early stage, it will be as powerful as it is in the later stage! [Crying] If the price of meeting you is to fall into eternal silence, then I am willing to wither along with this vast time and space. If you are destined to be unable to keep your faith and rely on each other in this life, then I am willing to perish with you and spend thousands of years of death together.

9. 9 蝶 Butterfly Shadows Return to Dust: Sold into Prostitution by My Mother-in-Law, My Ex-Husband Searched for Me for Ten Years 蝶影归尘：被婆母卖入风尘，前夫寻了我整整十年 Ni Ah Ni Ge Ni氼啊氼个氼55k WordsCompleted The Butterfly’s Shadow Returns to Dust: Sold into a Life of Vice by My Mother-in-Law, My Ex-Husband Searched for Me for Ten Years 327Reads—Score—Shelves

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   The ceiling of sadomasochism in the Republic of China "Butterfly Shadow Returns to Dust" | "I ruined your life, but I tried to use the rest of my life to atone for my sins" - the belated confession of a villain My name is Xiao Qihao. The illegitimate son of the Zhang family and the half-brother of Zhang Zhiming. In this life, the person I am most jealous of is my brother. He has an orthodox status, a substantial family fortune, and that woman - Lin Die'er. The first time I met her was in the courtyard of Zhang Mansion. She stood among the flowers, turning her head to talk and laugh with the maid, her features and eyes were full of clarity that had never been seen in the world. At that moment, something in my heart grew completely crazy - why? Why can Zhang Zhiming own her openly? Why can I only hide in the dark, like an ant that cannot see the light? I told myself: Since she doesn't love Zhang Zhiming, why can't she be replaced by me? Once this idea takes root, it can never be uprooted. Later, she became my prisoner. I trapped her in another courtyard and tortured her day and night. I pinched her chin, forced her to raise her head to look at me, and said to her: "From now on, you are mine." I tried my best to be kind to her, made the courtyard exquisite and warm, collected her favorite snacks and treasures, and learned to be gentle and accommodating. But she never looked at me. There was no warmth in her eyes, like a pool of stagnant water. I knew in my heart that she was just waiting for my brother to save her. But it doesn't matter - as long as she's by my side, that's enough. She gave birth to a son for me. I was ecstatic, thinking that this was my flesh and blood. Holding that little baby in my arms, I felt for the first time that I had won against Zhang Zhiming. I announced to the public that the child was born to my concubine Ping'er, completely erasing the connection between Die'er and the child. I thought this would keep her by my side forever. But I don't know—the baby isn't mine. She gritted her teeth and survived, letting me raise children for her and the one she truly loved for a lifetime. Later, she was secretly sold to a brothel by my mother and there was no news from her. I searched everywhere like crazy, walking through the streets and alleys, but I couldn't find her again. During those days, I was exposed to heavy smoke and felt confused all day long. When I fell asleep at night, my arms were empty. I suddenly remembered those nights when she curled up on my chest, frowning, and muttered a name vaguely in her dream: "Zhiming..." It turned out that the person she called in my arms was always another man. It turns out that from beginning to end, I was just an outsider. Many years later, I quit smoking and made Ping'er my main wife. I held the child named Yi An in the palm of my hand and taught him how to read and write, and to remember the righteousness of our family and country. I poured all my guilt, debt and obsession into him. I believe till my death that he is my biological flesh and blood. Until news came from his confidants: Die'er was dead. While performing a mission, he blocked a fatal shot for someone else. The book in my hand suddenly slipped and I froze in place. After searching for several years, waiting for several years, and obsessing for several years, what we waited for was the news of her death. I returned to the study and closed the door for three days without eating or drinking. In her hand, she held the golden butterfly hairpin that she had left in another courtyard - it was custom-made for her by my brother. She took it away, originally thinking that if she saw an injured Zhiming on the road, she would use this most valuable possession to save him. Who knows, I will never be able to come back to him again. I think of that night, when she said to me who was out of control with tears on her face: I am just your trophy. At that moment, I finally understood. I kept saying I loved her, but I used the most despicable means to destroy her. I regard her as a trophy and a tool for revenge against Zhang Zhiming. But do I really not love her? "Die'er, I love you. Because you are you, not a trophy." It was a pity that she would never hear these words again. I devoted all my guilt and longing for her to the front line of the Anti-Japanese War. Boxes of medicine, carts of food, and pieces of cotton-padded clothes. I'm not trying to be a hero. I just want to use this method to repay what I owe her, what I owe Zhang Zhiming, and what I owe that child. Even if it's never clear. In this life, I thought I was a predator. In the end, I realized that I was the one with nothing. She never belonged to me, the child never belonged to me, and even the time I thought I had was a self-deception. I am Xiao Qihao, the villain who used despicable means to imprison her, but in the end spent the rest of his life repenting. This is my story. The wind and moon in the world cannot wait for us to stay together forever, and the shadow of the butterfly returns to the dust, and there is no return date to wait for. After finishing the book, it's hard to calm down.

10. 10 蝶 Butterfly Shadows Return to Dust: My Husband's Enemy Seizes Me by Force 蝶影归尘：丈夫的的仇人对我强娶豪夺 Ni Ah Ni Ge Ni氼啊氼个氼15k WordsCompleted Butterfly Shadows Return to Dust: My Husband's Enemy Forces Me into Marriage 29Reads—Score—Shelves

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