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What would happen if a black woman and a white man fell in love in the middle of the 60s in the United States? *Notice: This story was not made for the purpose of hurting a group of people or discriminating against any belief, on the contrary, it promotes respect and peace among society. Segregated (All rights reserved)

It is when you lose someone that you know how much you cared about that person. In my case, I did everything I could to get rid of that person even if it meant paying a high price. Regret is the only thing I have left after what I did. Is it possible to forgive ourselves when we are reminded of our bad decisions, when we are hated by the person we love most in the world?

Ryan used to bully his classmates in particular Elliot. But when his parents died he started living with his aunt, after that he changed. Know that he is grown up he went to his home town to finish university but there he find Elliot friend who is being friendly. But when he finds out what that friend wants he schoked

Depois de ter feito sua escolha, Alanis acabou sendo morta pelo homem que amava por ter causado a morte de sua irmã, agora, depois e voltar no tempo para o dia em que fez sua escolha, ela decide mudar as coisas e aceitar o pedido de casamento do príncipe louco. Um contrato surge entre eles e só a Deusa da lua pode dizer como o futuro irá se desenvolver dessa vez, porque tudo está mudando.

Born and broken within the confines of Project Nemesis, Sylvester Blackthorne emerged from a brutal experiment aimed at stripping children of their humanity, transforming them into living weapons. He endured the frigid halls of the Cryo Facility, the relentless drills, and the suffocating pressure to evolve into something beyond human something inhuman. Now, years later, he roams the immaculate corridors of Saint Halstead Academy, the country’s top-tier school. To everyone else, he’s just a polite transfer student with average grades. But for Sylvester, this place represents his final sanctuary a chance to bury his past, live a quiet life, and finally experience the normalcy that was once denied to him. Yet, shadows have a way of creeping back in. Old instincts, hidden rivalries, and unseen foes threaten to pull him back into the very game he vowed to leave behind. Is peace a luxury Sylvester can truly claim… or will it come at a cost he never anticipat

PROJECT FUTURE A book appears. No author. No publisher. No origin anyone can trace. Its price is greater than the wealth of nations, and its claim is impossible: it does not predict the future—it already knows it. To prove itself, it reveals two events before they happen with absolute precision. A deadly virus no scientist has imagined. The collapse of a government no intelligence agency believes possible. Every word comes true. Within weeks, the world descends into chaos. Governments race to seize it. Intelligence agencies hunt for it. Billionaires, religious orders, and criminal empires wage silent wars to possess the one object capable of rewriting history itself. Yet amid the global obsession, almost no one asks the only question that truly matters: Why did the book appear? Hidden behind humanity's greatest crisis is a conflict far older than civilization—one that has quietly shaped history from the shadows. As the book moves toward the person destined to wield it, the balance between fate and free will begins to collapse. Because the greatest threat to the future is not the book. It is the one who learns how to read it. In a world where every decision can already be known, every rebellion anticipated, and every victory erased before it begins... How do you change a future that has already been written?

After saving a little girl, the protagonist gets hit by a truck and awakens in a white "room" in front of a goddess that tells the excited him that this is just a procedure before his soul dissipates, but something unexpected happens and the goddess is shocked to discover that the protagonist's identity is...

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"