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Betrayed by the family that was supposed to cherish him, Lin Mo’s first life ended in misery—starved and forgotten in a locked room. Once the long-lost heir of the prestigious Lynn family, he was treated worse than an outsider, while their adopted son enjoyed the love and privilege meant for him. But death was not the end. Reincarnated with the memories of his past life, Lin Mo now sees through their lies. This time, he won’t waste his time seeking love from those who abandoned him. He will carve his own path, sever all ties, and rise from the ashes of betrayal. As he steps away from his so-called family, a storm brews in the world around him. Secrets unravel, enemies emerge, and the people who once discarded him soon realize they’ve lost someone irreplaceable. But it’s too late. Because Lin Mo has already chosen his own destiny.

Ciel hated boredom, so his pursuit in life was to find interesting things. When he died, he died. It wasn’t painful anyway. When he woke up, he found himself in the novel ‘The First Saintess’ as the main character’s obsessive stalker. The only good thing was that he was still a child. Ciel, who had become five feet shorter, contemplated life and came to a solution. “Stalking someone’s not interesting at all. Should I just leave?” Updates: Weekly, sporadic, don't worry abt story being dropped, I'm just stocking up chapters :> Warnings: There is probably going to be no romance. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ There might be LGBTQ+ side couples. Some characters including MC are pretty androgynous.

Veyne, an ordinary high school student who dreams of becoming a general, was hit by Dora, a "gift from God", one day. His life changed forever. Through passionate struggle, he embarked on an extraordinary path to become the supreme commander of mankind and the pioneer warrior of the patron saint of mankind.

His touch was so gentle, yet firm. His breath was as minty fresh as mine was. His scent was so strong and yet sweet, filling my nostrils, putting me under his spell. He was so much...he was my everything at this moment. I looked up at him, forgetting he basically towered me. He was looking down at me with his mesmerizing eyes again. Goosebumps rose on my skin as I stared up at him. He wasn’t wearing any of his show makeup, he wasn’t pretending to be anyone but himself. Right now he was mine.

Does to conceal mean not to trust? Or does it mean to protect from all the harm in the world? Gemma Smith, a lovely and lively teenager lives in Pearl Villa situated at Suburban Area of Dawn Crest City of Central Empire State, with her beloved elder sister and her only family, Ivory Smith. At one hot noon Gemma reached her big sis' workplace with just as steaming hot takeout lunch in order to have a wonderful, delicious meal together. While stepping out of elevator she overhead a conversation between two interns. She stood there frozen listening to them. She did not know what she felt. Was it anger? Or fear? Or guilt? Or all? How could a teenager who has not even stepped into the society bear bombardment of all the emotions? Hence she ran. Let us join this adventure together which starts with our Gemma's running away. What will she encounter while running? Mainly, what the hell did she overheard that she ran? Too many questions? Well, sorry for adding another.

"Hellfire Quest: Heaven's Departure" is an action-packed, supernatural adventure that explores themes of redemption, sacrifice, and the blurred lines between bad and evil.

A Zombie Apocalypse Begins in India In a city of millions, some people are chosen not because of who they are, but because of who they aren't. Kabir Ansari is a man no one would miss. A forgotten shopkeeper in the lanes of Chandni Chowk, living in the margins of Delhi, invisible to the world. He has no family, no connections, no digital footprint. He exists in the silence between moments, in the spaces where the city forgets to look. Which is exactly why they selected him. When a highly classified military experiment goes catastrophically wrong, Kabir becomes something unprecedented—a biological weapon, a living incubator for a virus that rewrites human neurology from the inside out. He is not meant to survive. He is not meant to matter. But survival, in the face of deliberate dehumanization, becomes an act of rebellion. What unfolds is not a story about heroes fighting the undead. It is a story about the systems that create disasters, the choices that amplify them, and the terrifying speed with which civilization can unravel when those in power prioritize containment over compassion. The outbreak doesn't begin with a mysterious disease or a natural phenomenon. It begins with a man who was never supposed to matter, carrying a pathogen that will force India to confront the real horror: not what monsters do, but what humans create when they believe some lives are disposable. As infection spreads from Chandni Chowk outward, as the virus tears through India's dense population centers, as the military grapples with a containment that is already failing—**the real question emerges: Who is actually infected? The ones transforming in the streets? Or the systems that engineered their destruction? A visceral, unflinching chronicle of how epidemics truly begin. Not with a bang, but with a single man, a single scratch, and the catastrophic failure of those who believed they could control the uncontrollable. This is how the world ends—not in India's cities, but in the margins. Not with the powerful making hard decisions, but with the powerless paying the price. A novel about the virus we created, and the world we deserve.

how a small boy who survived in the world thinking that it was filled with love and emotions later it was too late when he realised that eventually love had been disappeared from our world...but how a girl showed him the path of love and after being with her in the journey he realised the true meaning of life...later he realised her selfishness.

My mate Frank was caught red - handed in a seedy car with his cousin, Julia. I endured years of Frank's betrayal, leaving me heartbroken. I finally mustered the courage to leave and met Willson. As our wedding neared, Frank made desperate attempts to win me back,however it was too late.

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?"