4 Book(s) Related to Thought

One poor man had acquired an extraordinary system of thought. From then on, his wish was fulfilled, and he rose to his golden peak!

Famous University President: These are the most talented students I have ever met!

An executive: Whoever gets him will be able to control the next 10 years of competition!

Chairman of a certain group: If he is willing to work, will give him half shares at once!

Let's see how a boy from that poor class can reach the top of the world step by step!

I and Gavin had known each other for four years, been together for two. We were about to get married. But we had this huge fight when I was trying on my wedding dress, so he went out to sea to clear his head. Unexpectedly, he was caught in a maritime accident and his body was never found. I was heartbroken and couldn't believe the truth.

Until I heard Diego and Luis talking in Portuguese. They were Gavin's business partners.

"Cara, olha como ela chora." Diego's voice drifted over. "Me sinto mal por ela. Quando o Gavin vai voltar e dizer que está vivo?"

My breath caught. Every muscle froze.

Look how she's crying. I feel bad for her. When is Gavin coming back to say he's alive?

"Cuidado, não é bom falar disso aqui," Luis warned nervously.

"Relaxa, ela não entende português."

Relax, she doesn't understand Portuguese.

But I did. I understood every fucking word.

My grandmother was from Lisbon. I've spoken Portuguese since I was five. And these idiots just told me: my fiancé faked his death.

Thirteen years. That's how long I loved Reid Holloway.
When he said he was being bullied, I believed him. When he kissed me on that rooftop, I thought he felt the same. When he asked me to transfer schools with him, I said yes without hesitation.
Then I heard him bragging to his friends: "She'd save her first time for me. Hell, she'd still be thinking of me on her wedding night."
The bullying was staged. The kiss meant nothing. He just wanted me gone—so his new girl could feel more comfortable.
He thought I'd beg. He thought I'd cry. He thought I'd never actually leave.
I left the country.
And ran straight into his stepbrother.

Three years ago, my Luna was driven to the edge of a cliff by an enemy pack and forced to fall.
After that, I all but lost my mind. I tore through forests, rivers, ravines—every place a wolf could reach—but in the end, I had to face the truth: she was gone.
During that first year without her, hatred was the only thing keeping me alive. I wiped out the pack that killed her so completely that even my own son started to fear me.

In the second year, I planted lilies in every corner of our territory—her favorite flower.
By the third year, the strange illness hit me hard: fevers out of nowhere and blood I couldn’t stop coughing up. Every healer failed, and no one realized I was being eaten alive by grief.

Then one day, a healer walked into our pack, half her face hidden behind a white mask.
The moment I saw her—the way she breathed, the quiet in her eyes—something inside me cracked open.

I shouldn’t have held on to that impossible hope.
But before my mind could deny it, my soul had already spoken her name.
She was Lily. My Lily.