This series features a collection of short stories about courageous women who confront their fears head-on and retaliate against their enemies. Life presents countless perils, but they stand tall as mighty queens. There are no tearful compromises or burdensome endurance here. Instead, witness the powerful strikes of fearless heroines. They love fearlessly and hate fiercely, refusing to be manipulated or exploited by anyone-be it their best friend, boyfriend, father, or even the underworld. Weak male, Strong female. Both strategic... With double the passion and unconventional challenges, these captivating stories unravel before your eyes. The heroines' hidden depths can never be fathomed.
Author:Bai Kuang Liang Tai Zi
The person who bullied me at school became my brother.
He pushed my head into the toilet bowl at school to humiliate me.
In the evening, he rubbed my head and smiled gently in front of my parents.
My nightmare continued from school to home.
1
At one o'clock in the morning, he entered my room.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked at me curled up in the corner of the room, with satisfaction.
"Good girl, you didn't lock the door tonight."
...
Yesterday, I locked the door and didn't let him in. The next day, he cut off my bra straps in the bathroom.
In the night, he walked up to me leisurely.
That face, which could be called perfect, looked like Satan from the endless abyss in my eyes when it put on a smile.
He pinched my chin and then skillfully unbuttoned my shirt.
His hand lingered on my collarbone.
The strange heat on his fingertips made me subconsciously shrink back. Instead, he smiled playfully at me.
He leaned his body and whispered into my ear.
"Here."
An unfamiliar temperature instantly spread throughout my skin.
"Have my name tattooed, will you?"
I pushed him away in fear.
He straightened up and smiled indifferently.
"I'm just kidding."
... However, every joke from Loren Albertine turned into reality for me.
He casually glanced at my clothes rack and then pointed at a dress.
"Wear this tomorrow."
Yes, after my dad remarried, he became my brother.
He decided what I wore every day.
2
Loren hated me.
I knew that clearly when I first saw him after transferring to the new class.
He was the president of the student union and one of the top 10 students.
He was handsome and popular.
Therefore, it was too easy for him to bully someone.
At first, it was the isolation of my classmates.
After learning that he disliked me, almost no one was willing to talk to me.
Then, they began to resort to violence.
He didn't like to attack me physically.
Nevertheless, he had many ways to crush my dignity so that I could never hold my head high again.
He cut my long hair, which I had been nurturing for a long time, into pieces, then pressed my head and forced me to look at my own desperate face.
He had someone write disgusting words on my desk with paint that wouldn't wash off; everyone in the class laughed.
I so was harassed by them, I couldn't focus on my studies.
A group of people waited for the test papers to be handed out and reported my results loudly.
Therefore, when I discovered that the son of the woman my dad Jack was going to marry was Loren, I felt my whole world was about to collapse.
...
3
"From now on, he is your brother."
Jack patted him on the shoulder and pushed him in front of me.
Loren curled his lips and smiled gently at me.
"Loren's good at studies.
"So you should ask him if you need any help."
Hence, at night, in my room, Loren "tutored" me with my homework.
He stood behind me, leaning over the table and rubbing his fingers against my paper, seemingly unintentionally.
On the surface, he was a "good brother" who cared about his sister's grades.
In fact, his knuckle was protruding against my waist.
"Of course, you can tell your dad what I've done to you.
"But you should be able to guess the consequences, right?"
...
The next morning, I didn't wear the clothes that he had required.
Loren raised his eyebrows at the dining table and said nothing.
One thing was that he would always pretend to be a sensible and well-behaved child in front of his parents.
Then when we arrived at the shoe rack where no one could see us, Loren kicked my shoes and said unhappily, "Didn't I tell you to wear that dress?"
...
...
...
I pursed my lips and looked up at him.
"Why do you have to do this to me?"
I didn't know him at all before I met him.
His hatred for me was very direct and inexplicable.
However, he couldn't be bothered to answer my question. He lowered his body and looked at me seriously.
"Did you talk back to me? You're finished."
...
4
I thought that as long as I stayed in the class and listened to the class like everybody else, I would be able to avoid being teased.
In the end, I underestimated their tricks.
After I returned from the bathroom, I wanted to take out a pen from my pen bag.
Nevertheless, I touched something, squirming.
I looked inside and directly flung the pen bag away.
What I feared the most were bugs.
There were a few wriggling caterpillars in my pen bag just then.
Some things could crush me both physiologically and psychologically. I would feel goosebumps all over my body just by looking at bugs.
I was so scared that I stepped back and made a loud noise at the back of the classroom.
I was really, really scared.
That being said, soon, a cringing me became the laughingstock of everyone.
"Fuck, that scared me."
"Mason, what did you put in her pen box? She's terrified."
Loren happened to come back from outside the classroom with a test paper. Seeing me like that, he squatted down in front of me.
"Hey, you're crying."
His fingers gently rubbed against my eyelids, but I turned my face away.
That action obviously annoyed him.
He pinched my chin and turned my face around.
"You're so fucking timid."
...
The afternoon after that, a group of guys wandered around my seat, intentionally or otherwise.
I was afraid that they would come back with some other strange insects, so I lay prone on the table all the time.
"Hey, you..."
When school was over, Loren walked behind me.
"You're mad?
"I thought you wouldn't get angry no matter what we did."
He brushed against the charm on my schoolbag with great interest. I took a deep breath and stood still to look into him.
"Loren Albertine, what have I done to deserve this?"
"Why did you do this to me?!
...
His arched pupils reflected the sunset.
He smiled gently and considerately.
"You're so cute."
...
Pervert.
5
My dad raised me by himself. He always said I was very gentle and didn't tell my family anything.
Yes, in fact, I have a very tolerant character.
You could tell I didn't take them seriously since I was emotionally stable, with Loren bullying me for two years.
However, the insect thing got under my skin.
Therefore, I didn't talk much to him after I returned home.
He could no longer maintain his "good brother" image.
I thought he would lose his cool, but he just walked into my room after showering.
He asked in an ambiguous tone, "Hey, are you really mad?"
I looked down to solve a problem, ignoring him.
"I didn't put the bugs there. If I had known that you hated them so much...
"I would have sent them to you in a more thrilling way. Hmm? What do you think?"
... It was like a devil's whisper.
The devil even smugly rubbed my head.
"You've got the wrong answer to the fourth problem. No wonder you are stupid."
...
Frowning, I scratched off all the formulas on the paper in annoyance.
In return, he let out a mocking chuckle.
My boyfriend went bankrupt and wants to break up with me. I don’t agree. He said, "Well, are you brave enough to get married to me?"
Do you believe in love at first sight? The moment I first met Mingyuan, I had that feeling. I cautiously accommodated him, maintaining his pride with my humility—warm yet hypocritical, like the fake flowers welcoming guests at a restaurant’s entrance. Until one day, I was utterly exhausted and chose to give up. I encountered another person during a time of chaos in my life. "So I showed up." To be honest, he awakened my desires. He saw through my games with words, understanding that I was greedy, selfish, and prone to avoidance, yet he still held my hand tightly, as he always did. I received a constant stream of messages from Mingyuan, but they no longer mattered to me. I should be someone with a strong capacity to endure and process my emotions. During the time I was Mingyuan's girlfriend, I tried my best to dissolve negative feelings within myself—without confiding or disturbing anyone. I once tried to act cute, hoping he would comfort me, thinking that just a few kind words would suffice. But he looked at me with great difficulty, saying, "I really don’t know how to comfort you. The ways of comforting girls are just tricks of scumbags; I don’t want to be like them." At that moment, I thought to myself that it was normal for a straight guy not to know how to comfort someone, and I could slowly teach him. The boy I liked would love me in his own way. The blindness of love made me completely overlook the obvious logical error in that statement. Until this moment. Last night, late at night around midnight, sharp pain in my lower abdomen jolted me awake from a rather unsettled sleep, shocking my nerves. Menstrual cramps. I was breaking into a cold sweat, curling up in bed in the hot summer, tightly closing my eyes, hoping that if I just held on, it would pass. The endless pain dulled my reason; this time, the intensity of the cramps seemed more severe than ever before. I struggled to get out of bed and, to avoid waking my roommate, stumbled around in the dark searching for ibuprofen. It should be fine now. I comforted myself with that thought. But the pain didn’t subside with the medication; in fact, I felt a churn in my stomach. In a hazy moment, I remembered the doctor's advice: it’s best not to take ibuprofen on an empty stomach and to take it half an hour before cramps start... The sound of me vomiting in the bathroom woke my roommate. She turned on the light, just as I was stepping out. She was startled by my state and nearly called for an ambulance, "Oh my God, your lips are so pale." She poured me a cup of hot water and waited with me until the pain slowly faded. When I woke up the next day, I momentarily felt as if I had been reborn. I hesitated for a long time, holding my phone, but I still wanted to tell Mingyuan about it. He was very busy with work and didn’t like being disturbed, so I didn’t dare call him and chose to send a message instead. I was really feeling a bit unwell, wanting some comfort, even just from Chatime. As dusk approached, he finally replied. "What should we do?" "Go to the hospital." When I saw the message, my emotions were somewhat flat. At that time, there were a thousand kilometers between us, and I knew that distance made care seem pale and powerless. As a modern, independent woman, I also shouldn’t be that fragile. But he, it seemed, had never cared. He had never comforted me or offered much consolation. All of this, I had never taught him. By sheer chance, I scrolled back through our chat history. The time had always...
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I woke up in the middle of the night and felt someone next to me. In the moonlight, the man dressed lightly appeared in my bed again.
Here's the translation of your text into English: "My stepson's son and I secretly had a romantic relationship for a while. It ended in a particularly ugly way. Later, when he was drunk, he cornered me in the bathroom and said, 'I’m just someone who loves being tortured; we’re meant to torment each other until we grow old. What are you going to do about it?'"
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