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On the day she went to get her marriage certificate, she got dumped! Her love rival pompously gloated about their live with lewd photos. In a fit of anger, she dragged an unmarried middle-aged man into the civil affairs bureau. “Mister, they said I have a flat chest?” “It’s alright as long as I like it.” “...” “Mister, they all said you like fair-skinned curvy and long-legged beautiful women?” “I like flat-chested short-legged women.” “...” He was Jin City’s ruthless and resolute business tycoon. He was cold-blooded and emotionless, yet he doted on his coquettish wife that was ten years his junior! People asked, what is your secret method to doting on your wife?” “Lover her, love her, passionately love her!” “...”

[Completed] "Husband, I want..." "What do you want?" "I want..." Before she could finish, Chi Zao Zao lunged at him. In her eyes, this man, whom outsiders see as cold, arrogant, and ruthlessly decisive, belonged entirely to her. So, every night, she could torture him in all kinds of ways. He is the President of Tian Yu Group, cold-hearted, indifferent to women, but he is completely at her mercy. Forced into marriage, then pressured into having children after marriage, one child is not enough, so they had another one. Finally, Mr. Ye couldn't stand it anymore, "Chi Zao Zao, now that we have a son, am I useless in your eyes?" Mrs. Ye chuckled, "No, you're not. Tonight, I'll make sure you're put to good use. Hurry up and get cleaned up, we're having another one." "...." Mr. Ye was left speechless with exasperation.

Ousted by her stepmother and overshadowed by her envious stepsister, the fallen heiress embarks on a contract marriage with a tycoon who holds the key to reclaiming her rightful place. As family feuds escalate, she fights back with her reluctant ally, turning the tables on deceit and securing her mother's safety. The plan was a clean break after a fake wedding, but he clung on and refused to let go. Staring at the man beside her, she felt a throbbing headache: "Sir, we really don't match..." "I don't think so!" He raised an eyebrow and backed her into a corner. The next day, she fled with a sore back. He made a call: "The little wild cat has run away again, lock down the airport immediately!"

A Story of Forgotten Bonds, Unspoken Feelings, and an Unexpected Romance Tamaki Nanase has always been at the top—graceful, intelligent, and a natural leader. As the student council president of Seirei High, she upholds perfection in everything she does. But when she reunites with Rem Kotsuki, an infuriatingly indifferent yet undeniably talented classmate, her carefully balanced world is thrown into disarray. Rem isn’t just an annoyance—he’s a mystery. He never tries yet excels at everything, his teasing demeanor gets under Tamaki’s skin, and worst of all, he refuses to take her seriously. Their clashes are legendary, their rivalry the talk of the school, and yet… Tamaki can’t shake the strange sense of familiarity he brings. Unbeknownst to her, Rem is "Kotsu"—the childhood friend she once adored, the boy who had been her escape from a strict and demanding upbringing. But after years apart, he is no longer the same carefree boy from her memories. Having hidden his true self behind an easygoing façade, Rem watches Tamaki from the sidelines, torn between the past they shared and the rivalry they now live. As the two navigate student council duties, school festivals, and an increasing number of stolen moments, their relationship shifts in ways neither of them expected. A heated argument, a lingering gaze, a whispered confession in the moonlight—before they know it, their rivalry turns into something neither of them can deny. From childhood friends to bitter rivals, and now… something much more complicated. In a battle of pride, hidden emotions, and meddlesome friends, will Tamaki and Rem finally face the truth about their past—and their hearts? A love story filled with playful banter, intense rivalry, and the undeniable pull of fate.

The words escape the pages of a popular webnovel, and the peaceful everyday has been corrupted in calamity. In simpler words, there's a damn apocalypse occurring. And in a particular building, overlooking the chaotic streets, two idiots flirt. "Do you want to rebel against your destiny?" the voice is firm and confident in its careless allure, promising a deal among the rubbles of this disaster. The man's lips curves dangerously, and he tilts his chin. "Then I'm in your hands, Joker." *** One sentence summary: In which an apocalypse has begun, and a certain delinquent 'accidentally' seduces his boss. Even shorter summary: deadly insulting machine MC x face looks good to punch (lovingly) ML

Lucia Watts was once the golden daughter of Tomasso City, born into an illustrious family, raised in love, and destined for brilliance. But at seventeen, she made one fatal mistake: she brought a stranger named Anna Smith into her home. That mistake destroyed everything. Betrayed by the woman she trusted, Lucia’s father was framed and sentenced to life imprisonment. Her family collapsed overnight. Her father died under the wheels of oncoming traffic. Her mother lost her sanity. The hospital that carried her family’s name was stolen. Lucia died that day. And Emma Wilson was born. Four years later, Emma returns as the elegant and untouchable director of a Swiss cosmetics empire. Beautiful, ruthless, and patient, she has only one purpose: to drag Anna Smith and everyone who helped her into hell. Her path of revenge leads her straight to Ricard Anderson, Anna’s fiancé, a powerful CEO, and the perfect weapon. Lucia approaches him knowingly, seduces him deliberately and lets him fall in love with her step by step. She uses his desire, his influence, and his devotion as pieces on her chessboard. Ricard knows the truth. He knows she is using him. He knows her love is a lie. And yet, he chooses to stay. “I know I’m just a pawn,” he says. “But I’m willing.” As secrets are exposed, traps are set and blood debts are repaid, love becomes the most dangerous variable. Lucia wins her revenge but at the cost of everything else. Because some love stories are never meant to be saved. And some women choose revenge over redemption. ... Umee say that: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

Vinny’s life is a cycle of guilt, shame, and failure. Trapped between a disappointed mother and a future he can’t face, even stepping outside feels unbearable. His only escape is Griffin, a magnetic, beautiful chef he has never met, yet knows almost intimately through his videos. To Vinny, Griffin is perfect. Too perfect. His obsession runs deeper than attraction, it’s a hunger he can’t confess, not to his family and not to anyone. One morning, locked in his room, Vinny gives in to his forbidden fantasy. But when the rush fades, he’s left with the same crushing truth: Griffin will never know him. Or so he thought. Because soon, Vinny’s obsession will no longer be one sided, and when their worlds collide, neither of them will ever be the same.

After three years of marriage, Evelyn finally got pregnant. She thought it would be the happiest day of her life until her own husband’s hands pushed into hell her. Evelyn went to the company to inform Alain about her pregnancy, only to be met with the sight of him having sex with his secretary. Alain had betrayed her. “Let’s get a divorce,” he said, the three years of affection crushed like worthless paper. He showed no shame as he continued his affair right in front of her, under the guise of nakedness. “Fine,” Evelyn agreed. She looked proud and aloof. She swallowed the news of her pregnancy, holding it tight in her throat without uttering a word. But as she turned away, she burst into tears. She returned home, prepared the divorce papers, signed them, packed her belongings, and left. But on the way, Evelyn fainted because of her foetal derangement. A kind man took her to the hospital and left her with a beautiful wish. Other than that, she knew nothing about him. Five years later, Evelyn had a successful career and a peaceful life with her young son - Dennis. But one day, her son brought a strange man home, none other than Alain! Evelyn was stunned. Her ex-husband had returned, shamelessly begging her for forgiveness, wanting to regain her and Dennis. He wanted her to come back to him. But Evelyn didn’t agree. Despite Alain’s coercion, she refused. And at that moment, “he” suddenly appeared, unexpectedly and silently as he did five years ago. He pulled her up from the depths and slapped her ex-husband directly in the face with one sentence: “You’re not worthy of her.” ... Umee: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

When he was presented as an omega, Eugene left his home to escape his father’s discriminatory ass. After years, he finally got his life together despite having a child out of a random and whimsical one-night stand with a stranger and raising his daughter as a single parent. A production house even offered to turn his award-winning short story into a featured drama. Under his friend’s persuasion and the need to save money for her daughter’s future education, he agreed to this plan and attended the meeting with the producer. But… “Why is there an alpha here?” “Why? Are you the type of omega who can’t stand alphas?” “That’s…” …not true—was what he wanted to say. The problem was…the alpha in front of him was the father of his daughter, and…that alpha didn’t know anything about it! With a mix of fluster and a high ego, Eugene replied harshly. “Yes.” And thus, a string of misunderstandings started as Eugene tried his hardest to hide the little carbon copy of the alpha, while said alpha tried his hardest to follow the traces of scents his memory kept conjuring whenever he was in Eugene’s proximity. The memory of a man he desperately wanted to identify but couldn’t due to his neurological disorder. A thrilling and romantic hide and seek with a child in the balance!

Naruto's life hit an all-time low. Laying in the chilling rain outside the orphanage she was kicked out of, Naruto runs away. And one lucky encounter changes her future forever. Disclaimer- I do not own Naruto or the cover. This is purely fanfiction for enjoyment. Cover credit - Who Made Me A Princess Manhwa.

In Magnolia, a mysterious art thief moves between the city’s elegant art scene and its brutal underworld. As a detective closes in on him and a possessive protector refuses to let him go, the hunt quickly turns into something far more dangerous. Whispering Frames is a dark MM romance filled with art magic, hidden identities, obsession, and intense cat-and-mouse tension.

The last thing Amara Okafor has time for is love. At twenty-one, she's juggling journalism classes, overnight shifts at the campus café, freelance writing gigs, and crushing hospital bills to keep her mother alive. Every day is a battle to stay enrolled, pay rent, and hold on to the dream of becoming ESPN's first Nigerian-American female lead sports broadcaster. One missed paycheck could cost her everything. Then one humiliating assignment changes her life. Forced to cover the university's nationally ranked volleyball team, Amara clashes with its untouchable captain, Ayo Adeyemi—the campus legend known as the Volley King. Cold, disciplined, and impossible to read, Ayo wants nothing to do with reporters chasing headlines. Amara thinks he's arrogant. Ayo thinks she's just another journalist looking for a story. They're both wrong. As Amara uncovers the man behind the fame, she discovers that Ayo is hiding a painful secret of his own: he is the abandoned son of one of America's most powerful billionaires, a man determined to reclaim the family he walked away from decades ago. But powerful families don't welcome inconvenient heirs. When Amara becomes the one person Ayo truly trusts, she finds herself caught in a ruthless battle of wealth, legacy, and public image. Billionaires can buy silence, rewrite headlines, and destroy reputations—but they underestimate one determined journalism student with nothing left to lose. With her mother's life hanging in the balance, her future slipping away, and her heart leading her somewhere she never expected, Amara must decide whether to keep fighting alone... or trust someone willing to stand beside her. Sometimes the greatest victory isn't winning the championship. Sometimes it's finding the courage to let someone love you before life takes everything away.

This is a high school kdrama like story a girl who shifts in small village from seoul city starts living very simple life in village after her parent's divorce. she stops her school to take care of her sick mother. when her mother's health get worst she has to shift in city for her treatment there she take admission in school and meets a boy who is her benchmate and very popular at school. she also meet her stepsister who loves her benchmate boy falls for her kind and Clam behavior but she never wanted to fall in love with anyone after seeing her mother's situation join their love story to know how he make her fall in love believe in love and more intresting things, plot twist about story

[Mommy Villainess (The Lady with the Crab Mallet)] *** [Original book cover. Artwork by Artist Michiro for WN Author sola_cola.] *** In Tilly's past life, she was a villainess who neglected her husband and son for power. Then, the "real woman of the prophecy" came and took them away from her. When she failed to seize the throne for herself, she was executed for all the crimes she committed. Then, came her rebirth. She wants to meet her son again so she vowed to be a good person this time. Good enough to seduce Captain Kiho--- her husband in her past life. But soon, she realized that flirting with the captain is the least of her worry. After all, she discovered that her "evilness" in the past was caused by the true villain--- someone who wanted her dead to steal the special power that she didn't know she possessed. Power that has something to do with the Four Ancient Beasts of the Moonchester Empire: The Red Phoenix, the Blue Dragon, the Golden Tiger, and The Black Serpent. Apparently, she's the Beast Priestess... ... and her lineage isn't supposed to exist anymore. Because of her blood, there are people who want her gone. So now, aside from having a happy life with Kiho and their son, she has a new goal: to burn down the b*tches who want to ruin her family again. *** [EXCERPT] *** [‘Why am I so horny tonight?’] Tilly thought to herself while sucking the crab leg suggestively. And then, she noticed that Captain Kiho gulped while staring at her mouth. [‘Ah, I’m not the only who’s hot and bothered here.’] She didn’t know if it was the alcohol in her system or her desperation to have a child… … but she suddenly felt like flirting with him. They were bound to get married and have a child together anyway. “Captain,” said Tilly as soon as she pulled the crab leg out of her mouth. “I can clearly see that we’re both attracted to each other. Shall we spend the night together?” Kiho remained pokerfaced but she saw panic cross his now glowing yellowish eyes. Ah, the captain was flustered. “My lady, you seem to be really drunk.” She walked towards him and when he didn’t move an inch, she stood in front of him and looked up at him with a grin. “Captain, are you the type of man who will only sleep with his betrothed?” “That seems to be the case, my lady.” He said that as if he was forcing the words out of his mouth. Plus, she could see in his eyes that he was conflicted– that it was hard for him to reject her. [‘Aw, I didn’t know that I have this kind of effect on my ex-husband.’] Or perhaps she just didn’t pay attention in the past. “Captain, I have a solution to your problem,” said Tilly in a playful voice. Then, she stood on her toes and whispered in Kiho’s ear. “Let’s get married.”

After years of running from his abusive father, Jessie Humphrey returns to New Orleans—not for nostalgia, but because his father has just died. Leaving behind his life and boyfriend in New York, he comes to bury him, confronting a past he thought he’d escaped. While there, he reconnects with his best friend—and former lover—Sebastian De La Rosa. Old sparks ignite the moment their eyes meet. One night, drunk on memories and wine, they reminisce… until Jessie is attacked by a massive beast and killed. But Sebastian refuses to lose him. With a desperate, fateful kiss, he brings him back—but Jessie is no longer human. He has become a Nytheri, a supernatural werecat, gifted with extraordinary strength, speed, and agility. Sebastian introduces him to a hidden world he never knew existed. But danger lurks: a deadly beast is hunting Nytheris across New Orleans. Together, Jessie and Sebastian must uncover the creature’s origin and stop the slaughter—while navigating the intense, unbreakable bond that now ties their lives together forever.

— YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!! The day had barely started, and that sound echoed through the entire neighborhood. And knowing Harumi Osawa’s track record… here are a few completely normal possibilities for what just happened: — She dreamed she was being chased… by documents and paperwork. (Yes. Papers. Chasing her. Let’s just ignore the fact that she literally WORKS in the ID office.) — She saw a bug. (She’s not afraid of tigers. But she has nearly destroyed her own house because of a tiny insect. More than twice.) — Or she got woken up by a pillow attack from one of the kids she picked up at a market on some random Monday and brought home along with their younger sibling. No plan. No instructions. No regrets. This is a chaotic story. NOTHING about it is normal. Where the question isn’t “what’s going to go wrong”— it’s “how are they still alive?” Welcome to Harumi’s chaotic life!

The Avatar stood on a tall hill, looking at the gate of Ba Sing Se slowly being opened. Armies poured out of the gap, with endless soldiers and steeds readied to march upon the corpse of a fractured realm. If a divided Earth Kingdom must bleed to rectify the mistakes of a nation torn asunder, so be it. -Special thanks to Kkachi95 for the cover art! -Feel free to visit (https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12974291/1/The-Mandate-of-Heaven) for earlier notifications on latest chapters.

'Is the happiness moment when I'm with you part of reality or just my imagination? ' said Bilya to Barat who was standing in front of her. Bilya didn't expect that her past trauma would make her suffer from schizophrenia. where she cant make difference between her imagination and her reality. because of her condition, she had difficulty for surviving. but one day she fell in love at first sight with a man named Barat, and she decide wrote her first love letter to Barat but she felt confused, because inside her head there were two scenes going on. one scene that shows Barat accepting her love but at another scenes shows Barat rejecting his love and in her mind she see that barat hate her. So what do you think? which one actually happens the reality?

She has never lost a case. Not because she defends the innocent— but because she understands something no one else does: Truth can be constructed. Seo Hae-in is the most feared defense attorney in the country. Elegant. Unreadable. Untouchable. When she takes on the most disturbing case of the decade— a father accused of violating and murdering his own child— the public turns against her instantly. The evidence is flawless. The crime is undeniable. Even the man believes he did it. There’s only one problem. He remembers nothing. Not a blur. Not a mistake. A perfect, unnatural void. As Hae-in begins to dismantle the case, she uncovers something far more terrifying than guilt— A mind that didn’t break… but was used. Because this isn’t just a murder trial. It’s proof that a human being can be turned into something else— …and never remember becoming it.

Two opposite nations, one magical and mystic, other industrial, full of machinery, fought for generations against each other, the never-ending war reaching its pinnacle of destruction and death. And yet, instead of going for peace, some choose to mess with things that should have been kept dormant for eternity… …What? What side am I? Well, I’m on the winning side of course… The abomination’s side. ~~~~~ ML: Sit. MC: F* you! ML: Hand. MC: F* you! Scram! ML: Belong only to me. MC:… MC:… Tsk, I guess I don’t have a choice have I? ~~~~Warning~~~~ Mature content, including gore, explicit smut, swearing, relationship between men. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This book contains some misspellings that are being edited along the way. ~~＠ノ"