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Books by Potato103
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From the Fanqie books we index, matched on the author's name.
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Horror Game: I Burned a Trillion Netherworld Coins for Myself 惊悚游戏之我为自己烧了万亿冥币
A new story is out! Come read my work on Tomato Novel. I hope you enjoy it. Your support is what keeps me writing, and I’ll do my best to tell every story well!
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The Laid-Back Heiress and Her Overbearing CEO 摆烂千金与她的霸总
The office door bursts open, and Lin Lan rushes in, drenched, pearl milk tea dripping down her lazy slippers. Her cat, Baitiao, arches its back and hisses. The translator suddenly blares in a mechanical voice: "Abnormal Host heart rate detected. Immediate action recomme-" "Shut up!" She snatches up the cat and stuffs it into her bag, then raises her phone with a cold laugh. "Fu Sinian, you hacked my phone's location and froze my milk-tea fund. What's next, locking me in a milk-tea prison?" The m
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One-Sixth of a Love Story 六分之一的专属爱情
My new work is out! Come read it on Tomato Novel. I hope you'll enjoy it. Your support inspires me to write, and I'll do my best to tell every story well!
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The Bone Bell Curse 骨铃咒
Last night... She died after dancing the “Jinghong Dance” in the Heavenly Prison, still murmuring, “Xie Heng, you lost.” Shen Zhao swayed slightly and lifted her gaze toward the window. Rain of blood poured down, but the sudden fall of glassy snow stabbed straight into her eyes. Her heart felt as though it had been struck by a heavy hammer. The love and hatred of the past, the piercing pain of losing Xie Heng, and the resentment in Chancellor Xiao’s dying taunt surged up like a tide and swallowe
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A Tangled, Torturous Romance Across Three Lifetimes 三世虐恋之缠绵
During the Wu Zhou period, Li Tang prince Li Wuchen was placed under house arrest, and the general Wu Shao was ordered to guard him. The two went from enemies to confidants, but fell into a desperate situation because of Wu Jiu Si’s schemes. Li Wuchen died with regret, while Wu Shao went into hiding under an assumed name, leaving behind endless sorrow. In the chaotic years of the Republic of China, young marshal Xie Jinglan fell in love at first sight with renowned opera performer Shen Zhibai an
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The Laid-Back Heiress and Her CEO 2 摆烂千金与她的霸总2
“Next time you want to fake being sick...” “Or ‘flop’ into my arms...” “Remember to book an appointment in advance.” “I’ll personally...” “Teach you how to make it more convincing.”
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Bone-Deep Heartache: Her Revenge and His Eternal Grief 蚀骨替身：她的复仇与他的永殇
Shen Qingqiu wakes again from the same nightmare. In the dream, she is always falling. In her ears, Gu Yanzhi screams in madness and pain: “Why couldn’t it have been you who died?! Give me back my Weiwei!” And there is the cold contract that drags her straight into hell: “Sign it. From now on, you are Lin Wei.” Cold sweat soaks her silk nightgown, and her heart pounds as if it might shatter her ribs. She jerks upright and instinctively touches her face. It is warm and whole. But the next moment,
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The Reborn Legitimate Son: The System Helps Me Claim the Heirship 重生嫡子：系统助我夺嫡
The imperial dungeon was dark and damp. Two guards held Zhao Yan by the shoulders as Second Prince Zhao Heng sneered, a cup of poisoned wine in hand. “The Crown Prince’s study companion? A poor scholar like you dares get caught up in the fight for the throne. This cup will send you on your way.” The poison burned as it went down, its fiery sensation spreading from his throat to his innards. The last thing he saw was the Crown Prince, chained in iron and wearing a look of utter despair, before hi
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Anti-Japanese Merchant: Traitor to the Nation? 抗日商人：商界汉奸？
In the winter of 1938, snow fell thick and fast over Beijing's Dongcheng District. Standing behind the counter of Shen's Cotton Shop, I dug my fingers into the tattered edge of the ledger. On the counter lay the Japanese army's “final ultimatum,” written in plain black and white: I had three days to sign the cotton procurement agreement and manage the Imperial Army's cotton trade in North China if I wanted to keep my shop. If I refused, not only would the shop be shut down, but my six-year-old d
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