The CEO's Woman - Chapter 437 Crumble in Her Hands

There are 5 books on the 6 sworn brothers in a serial called streamer (流光系列). ‘They are rich, handsome and powerful. These book are on various types of love as well as on the bond and mateship between the brothers. Book on youngest 6th brother.

Chen Yu Bai (3rd brother) & An Xiao Yi – Chen Yu Bai is a sharp, domineering & cool man whereas An Xiao Yi is a foolish, childish & innocent girl. He is her boss & she is his secretary. He bullies her yet at the same time will not hestitate to protect & shelter her. Thus, she can always rely on him. Their relationship is a funny one on how opposite attracts.

Li Wei Ran (5th brother) & Qin Sang – Li Wei Ran and his cousin Qin Song fell in long with Sang Sang who is An Xiao Yi’s best friend. Sang Sang sees Li Wei Ran as a good man. He is polite, patient and passionate whereas she is independent, intelligent and interesting. They are a perfect pair but she is afraid to love so he has to work hard to convince her he is worthy of her love..

Short sequel on their children.

Noah was once the King of Kings. He shaped laws, ruled countless realms, and commanded reality itself. Then the Author rewrote him out of existence.Stripped of his throne and cast into the Abyss, a realm where power is stolen and gods are reduced to myths, Noah is forced to begin from nothing. No army. No crown. No authority. Only memory.But memory is dangerous.He remembers what it feels like to rule. He remembers the structure of fate, the weight of narrative, the weakness hidden inside destiny. And this time, he refuses to be a character in someone else’s story.With a chaos-born princess at his side and rebellion rising in his wake, Noah begins his ascent. Puppet kings will fall. Sacred scripts will shatter. The very threads that bind the world will be torn apart.The Author believed he could erase a king.He only created a hunter.And when the last page turns, the one who holds the pen will learn what it means to be rewritten.

Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, fading,I held on without surrender.Through each repeated day, running toward tomorrow’s light,I became a knight, resolute and bright.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…