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This is an Isekai styled story, written from the point of view of the protagonist. Discover the secret of the new, unknown world with Peter, as he sets his first steps in an empty, ruined city. Meet new people from all around the globe. Fight, laugh, and cry.

Lionel adalah CEO Muda sukses, Tampan namun dingin sikapnya. Ia memiliki banyak musuh akibat persaingan tak sehat di antara dirinya dan para pebisnis lainnya, tak jarang Lionel babak belur akibat pertarungan dengan orang-orang suruhan musuhnya dan membuat Mama Farah tak tega melihat putra semata wayangnya terluka hingga tak sadarkan diri. Mama Farah langsung membuat keputusan, memanggil wanita muda usia di bawah Lionel yang bernama Ayumi. Mama Farah menunjuk Ayumi sebagai bodyguard Lionel, tugas utama Ayumi hanya menjaga putra semata wayangnya itu. Namun agaknya Lionel tetap tak setuju, apalagi bodyguardnya seorang perempuan yang Lionel pikir hanya akan merepotkan dirinya bukan malah membantu dirinya dalam menghadapi musuh-musuh di luaran sana.

==Dropped. Apologize for the hype.==

Clara was a brilliant scientist, wife to the charming Nathaniel, and a loving sister—until the day she ignored her sister’s warning. Trusting her best friend was the biggest mistake of her life. It cost her everything—her marriage, her family, and even her future. But fate gives her an impossible gift: a second chance. Reborn years in the past before she lost everything, Clara refuses to repeat her mistakes. This time, she’ll repair her relationship with her husband, protect her sister, and maybe deliver a few satisfying slaps to her treacherous best friend for good measure. Yet as she peels back the layers of her family’s mysterious disappearance, Clara discovers that not all betrayals come from outside—and the truth buried in her past might be far darker than she ever imagined. She doesn't slap her best friend till later in the chapter and she also slaps her emotionally not just physically.

[Hello everyone, I will be on HIATUS. Please don't buy the privilege until I'm back.] “No! I don’t want to die and give you my money!” “I will die with you so you don’t have to worry!” At the last moment of his life, the stingy and stupid Shao Chen still considered his money and felt relieved after knowing that other people won’t use his money. His soul flew away with peace but…. ‘Hm? I’m still alive?!’ --- He was transmigrated into a pretty man’s body name Yao Yusheng. Without knowing why, his new family was murdered by the emperor and he decided to go into the palace as a harem girl to get revenge. But, even though he had managed to go inside the palace…. ‘What is harem?’ ‘What should I do to get my revenge?’ ‘What exactly is revenge about?’ How did Shao Chen get his revenge without any clue about it? --- This is a story about a stupid and stingy man that transmigrated into a pretty man’s body and the emperor of the kingdom Xin who was easily blinded with love. A story full of the MC foolishness while trying to get his revenge against the emperor which giving headaches to everyone around him and some mysteries behind the nobles. This is my first time writing in English and I’m still learning so please give me constructive feedback. -- Check my other stories: - This is Your Baby, Mr. Incubus! [BL] (Indonesian) Follow me on: IG: aoishana8 Discord: AoiShana8#5682

"Congratulations, Host! Your mission is to survive, thrive, and make the Villain Duke fall in love with you!" Ivy Everhart, a bookstore owner with a passion for bad endings, would have preferred to stay dead after getting shot. Instead, she wakes up as the other Ivy—the pathetic, hated canon fodder wife destined to be executed by the world’s most ruthless man: Duke Lucien Ashburn. According to the original plot, the Duke is supposed to cast her aside and end her life. According to Ivy? Not on her watch. Armed with nothing but a sassy, glitchy system and zero survival skills, Ivy decides to trade her "spoiled noblewoman" act for maximum chaos. She isn't just trying to survive; she’s trying to rewrite the script. The problem? The Duke isn't playing along. Lucien was supposed to be cold, brooding, and indifferent. Instead, he’s watching her every move with a terrifying, possessive intensity that definitely wasn't in the original book. Between accidentally flirting with the villain and surviving assassination attempts from the plot itself, Ivy realizes that staying alive is hard—but staying away from the man who was supposed to kill her is proving to be impossible. Survival Rule #1: Avoid the plot. Survival Rule #2: Steal the Duke's heart. Survival Rule #3: Try not to die in the process.

"Stop." His voice is low and controlled and furious underneath both. "Whatever you're doing in there the books, the reading, the tucking in — stop." "They asked me to read to them," I say evenly. "I don't care what they asked." He takes a step toward me and I hold my ground, which seems to make it worse. "You've been here for just less than two weeks, and you're already in Dorian's room, touching his things, letting them climb all over you like you're" He stops, jaw tight. "You're not their mother. You're on a twelve-month contract." "I'm aware of what I am," I say. "Are you?" Something sharp enters his expression. "Because from where I'm standing it looks like a woman playing a very long game. Soften up the children, charm the staff, make yourself indispensable — and then what? You think I don't see it?" Something cold moves through my chest, but I keep my face neutral. "You think I'm doing this to get to you." "Aren't you?" He says it like it's obvious, like I'm naive for pretending otherwise, and the contempt in it is so clean and practiced that for one second I almost believe I deserve it. "You should wake up from that delusion. Whatever you think you're building here — it won't work, you will never have me." He moves before I register it, closing the distance between us in one smooth step, and then his hand is at my neck, warm and deliberate, his thumb pressing lightly against my pulse like he's checking whether I'm afraid, and the answer my body gives him is humiliating. His mouth drops to the curve of my neck and shoulder, not rough — slow, purposeful, his lips dragging against my skin like he has all the time in the world and knows exactly what he's doing with it, and I shudder despite everything I know about this man and this moment and exactly what he's trying to prove. "This," he murmurs against my skin, his voice low and terrible and close, "is all you'll ever get from me." ********* Sloane Carter had her work stolen, her body broken, and her heart shattered in pieces. Then a truck ran her off the road on a rainy night, and she woke up inside the worst romance novel she had ever read. Wrong century, wrong country. Wrong body. Twelve-month contract marriage to a man carved from ice, three feral six-year-olds, and a dead man's secret buried so deep the whole empire is rotting from the root. In the novel, the heroine smiles gently, loves quietly, and dies before anyone notices she was worth saving. Sloane has bruised ribs, a stolen career, years of swallowed rage and absolutely no intention of following the original script. The cold CEO didn't bargain for a woman who'd already survived the worst he could ever be. Neither did the man who put her in that car. He thought killing Sloane Carter would silence her. He had no idea it would set her free.

The boy born with cursed eyes, said to be the traitor of all races. Discriminated against all his life will he fight back, or be consumed by hatred? Or will he learn to rise above it? In the world of magic... the Order of Arcane, filled with seven top races, all united by one thing: hating the color of his eyes and a certain name. This kid shall pay for a crime he never committed, etched with seven mythical curses by who? Who knows. How to release them? Solve the seven Akashi riddles. Will he win? Or just become another forgotten page in the history books of Eldarado? There are three primary types of magic: Normal. Racial. Unique. He awakens all of them. Normal: Well maybe not so normal for him. Racial: ?? Unique: ?? And one final question whispered in the shadows of forgotten history Who is the true, declared heir to the Obsidian Throne.

"The gods are losing, and they’re throwing disposable heroes at the problem. I’m just the latest fool on the list." When Daion wakes up in a void, faced with a sarcastic, all-powerful "god," he quickly realizes two things: He’s dead. His afterlife is a joke. With no memories, no blessings, and no choice, he’s dumped into a dying world overrun by corrupt monsters, where the gods are losing a war they refuse to fight themselves. The so-called "heroes" sent before him? Dead. Useless. Forgotten. Armed with a cursed gauntlet he can’t remove, a sword that radiates something… wrong, and a power system he doesn’t understand, Daion must navigate a brutal world where the strong exploit the weak, summoned ones are feared more than revered, and the gods treat mortals like pieces on a board. No destiny. No prophecy. No divine protection. Just a cruel game where survival is the only rule. But if the gods think he’s just another disposable pawn… they’re in for a surprise. Enjoyed this story? Early chapters & extras on Patreon: patreon.com/DanielJNoble

The stupid, ugly daughter of the Meng family jumps into the river for the sake of a man. When people find out that she survived, everyone despises her. “As the saying goes, the scourge would live for a thousand years. She is going to act silly again.” However, she is only daring for the attention of one person. "Hubby, my legs are weak. I want you to carry me." "Hubby, my mouth hurts. I want a kiss." The silly girl is no longer ugly anymore! She is even deemed a "goddess". The silly girl is no longer silly anymore! Look at her unscrupulous and sharp expression. Wait a minute, who is the man that the silly girl is holding onto? She had actually fallen in love with someone else! "Hehe, that man is just a freeloader who has good looks." "Marrying the daughter of the Meng family will save him more than ten years of hard work." "If the shoe fits I guess he'll wear it." Hold up, isn’t he the richest man in the world? ... The first year after their marriage—“Hubby, you look so handsome. Muah!" Mrs. Mu wheedles. "Stop right there, don't come over!" Mr. Mu cannot resist her enthusiasm. The second year after their marriage—Mr. Mu is exasperated. "Wifey, look at me." Mrs. Mu waves her hand impatiently. "What's there to see? Don't block my view of the handsome boys." "That's not what you said back then." “That’s why it’s important to be a person with broadened horizons.” “...”