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At the front desk of a women's health clinic in Seattle, I ran into my college ex, Rowan Fitzgerald, freshly back from his studies at Cambridge. Rowan's gaze dropped to the abortion appointment form in my hand, his brow furrowing. "Here alone?" "Where's the father?" Before I could explain, he looked away, his voice turning cold. "Never mind. Who you're with these days is none of my business." I ignored him and turned back to my phone, only to see a new post rapidly trending on my Reddit feed: [Urgent. Just ran into my ex-girlfriend at a clinic, about to get an abortion by herself.] [She dumped me five years ago with a single text. How should I get my revenge?]

En la recepción de una clínica de salud para mujeres en Seattle, me encontré con mi ex de la universidad, Rowan Fitzgerald, recién llegado de sus estudios en Cambridge. La mirada de Rowan bajó al formulario de cita para aborto en mi mano, frunciendo el ceño. "¿Estás aquí sola?" "¿Dónde está el padre?" Antes de que pudiera explicarle, apartó la mirada, su voz tornándose fría. "No importa. Con quién estés saliendo estos días no es asunto mío". Lo ignoré y volví a mi teléfono, solo para ver una nueva publicación que se volvía viral rápidamente en mi feed de Reddit: [Urgente. Acabo de encontrarme con mi ex novia en una clínica, a punto de hacerse un aborto ella sola.] [Me dejó hace cinco años con un simple mensaje de texto. ¿Cómo debería vengarme?]

À la réception d'une clinique de santé pour femmes à Seattle, j'ai croisé mon ex de l'université, Rowan Fitzgerald, tout juste revenu de ses études à Cambridge. Le regard de Rowan s'est posé sur le formulaire de rendez-vous pour un avortement dans ma main, son front se plissant. "Tu es seule ?" "Où est le père ?" Avant que je puisse expliquer, il a détourné le regard, sa voix devenant froide. "Peu importe. Avec qui tu es ces jours-ci ne me regarde pas." Je l'ai ignoré et me suis retournée vers mon téléphone, seulement pour voir un nouveau post qui devenait rapidement viral sur mon fil Reddit : [Urgent. Je viens de croiser mon ex-petite amie dans une clinique, sur le point de se faire avorter seule.] [Elle m'a quitté il y a cinq ans avec un simple texto. Comment devrais-je me venger ?]

The night before my wedding, I saw a post on the "r/offmychest" subreddit. The title read: "I slept with my fiancée's maid of honor, but I still love my fiancée. I need to get this off my chest." The post got straight to the point: "I'm getting married tomorrow. And I'm heading to meet the maid of honor right now." "To be honest, it's purely physical with the maid of honor. The one I truly love is my fiancée." "This arrangement works for everyone. I have needs my fiancée can't meet, but the maid of honor... she's uninhibited." "Besides, she's her best friend. She would never hurt her." From their professions and the story of how they met, right down to the wedding venue—I knew instantly. The poster was my fiancé, Joel. This former Ivy League star quarterback once declared he would give up the world for me. He’d proven his love with countless passionate nights and waited three long years before I finally said yes. For the seven years we were together, he had loved me with a devotion that bordered on obsession, just as he'd promised. So much so that he could never bring himself to unleash his rougher side on me. On a whim, I pulled up the security camera feed for the wedding venue. Under the floral arch where we were meant to exchange our vows, two naked bodies were writhing in the dark. Petals rained down with their violent movements. The tattoo of my name on Joel's chest and the ugly scar on Maya's back—a scar she’d gotten for me—were pressed together in a sickening display of irony.

Simi Yi, a Reddit aficionado whose sharp-tongued comments could rival a bard's wit, found himself and his brother Sima Kai transmigrated to a realm straight out of a bad fanfiction. As they navigated this new world, a voice boomed in their head, "You, who wield words like swords, now face a quest where your tongue won't save you!" With a dramatic flourish, the voice added, "But hey, I'm not all that bad; I threw in a cheat code(I think)for fun." The brothers exchanged a look that said, "Well, this is awkward," realizing that their Reddit karma had taken a literal twist into a realm of cultivation. this is my first work so forgive my mistakes. please do suggest what I can improve. English isn’t my first language.

Seventeen-year-old drummer Amy Parks has been in band since fifth grade, is now the percussion section leader, and belongs to a garage band called The Maniacs. After her first crush on another girl at the age of ten, she swore to keep that part of herself hidden, even from herself, and never let it out again. Her band director is rumored to be gay, but other than that, Amy knows no other gay people, and thinks the word “lesbian” can’t possibly apply to her, even though her younger sister Erin constantly calls her gay and Amy has a half-naked poster of JLo on her wall. But still, she can’t be gay, right?<br><br>Then Amy meets the new girl, fellow band member Becca.<br><br>Amy is afraid of the thoughts and feelings she experiences, and thinks if she gets a boyfriend, maybe she’ll stop being so attracted to Becca. When the first boyfriend doesn’t work out, she jumps to the next guy, but is still unsatisfied. Amy begins to go to the lesbian chat room online and befriends a mentor named WhiskeyMind, who tells her for the first time that being a lesbian is about love.<br><br>When Amy finally decides to tell Becca how she feels, she must face the choice of being true to herself and losing everything, or hiding in the closet just to keep her friends and her position in The Maniacs. Is coming out the right thing to do? Is Becca really the girl of her dreams, or is there someone else out there for her?

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

Olivia transmigrated from the apocalypse to the modern era. Not only that, her dimension and superpower came along with her. She felt that the good days were about to begin. But before she could be happy for even three days, the internet was flooded with posts slandering her. Advertisers and directors want to terminate her contracts, and her company wants to blacklist her? How could this be? She wanted to use the money to enjoy modern life to the fullest. Without money, how could she enjoy anything? So, who's slandering her online? I'll find you and dig up all your dirty secrets. Who wants to terminate her contract? Terminate it immediately. After termination, she'll go on to endorse international luxury brands instead. Terminating the script contract? Good, that's great! If the contract isn't terminated, how can she film the blockbuster drama of the year and win awards with it? Modern life is so wonderful, eating and drinking every day. There's just one tiny problem. Why are there suddenly two babies growing in her belly? And who is this ridiculously handsome man who appeared out of nowhere, claiming to be their father?