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The sun does not rise. My desolation begins here. No moon shines in the blackness. Only a pair of green eyes pierce my dark, incinerating my heart. I did not know love could be so painful before you. Tell me, will the dawn come for us one day? Will it rise inside us? Tell me, what am I? The prey? Or the killer? The sun isn't rising, Soldier. And I fear the dark. But I make you a vow: I will light up this darkness with the burning pyres of those who ruined me. The sun won't rise; the apocalypse will come. Yet, I will still look for you everywhere. For one truth remains: Even if I am condemned to eternal night, I will never forsake you.

FIRST BOOK A little orphan girl who lives in the Barrel Zone, a place where slaves and criminals reside. «A dystopian theme story about an orphan girl who's looking for her real self while fighting against people in power» WARNING ⟩ Includes Graphic words ⟩ Bullying ⟩ Weapons ⟩ Gore Author Notes: This story is only fiction only, and not factual. It cannot apply in real life. Visit Wattpad and search "Pink Punk" for latest updates Will update once a week! Pardon my English! Have fun reading

After being brought back by the Vaughn Family, I was determined to build a good relationship with my three older brothers, even going so far as to transfer all the shares under my name to them, but a barrier always existed between my brothers and me: the fake heiress who was switched with me. She just accidentally got drunk at a banquet, and my brothers stuffed my entire body into a wine barrel. They said in a cold voice. "Since you failed to take good care of Elara, then stay inside and reflect properly." They knew perfectly well that I have claustrophobia; facing the endless darkness, I could only desperately beg them for help. But what came in return was the barrel being sealed in the wine cellar, surrounded by utter silence. Leaving only me inside, struggling and pounding in despair... It wasn't until one week later that they finally softened and decided to end this punishment. But what they didn't know was that my corpse had already become a putrid sludge, with my form barely recognizable.

Three years ago they put Gareth Winter in the ground with no body and no mercy. Tonight the grave spits him back out, covered in dirt and gunpowder. One bullet left in the chamber. One name at the top of the list: the man who now sleeps at 10 Downing Street. One USB that can collapse the City of London in a single heartbeat. They turned him into a ghost. He’s about to become their apocalypse. In the next 72 hours, billions will vanish, towers will burn, and the most powerful men in Britain will beg on their knees for a death that never comes. Because the wolf doesn’t just bite. He tears the throat out of empires. This is not revenge. This is extinction. THE WOLF OF BISHOPSGATE Run. Or kneel.

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Belle is any normal 17 years old. She has friends, goes to the movies, and goes to school. What most people don't know though is that she is also BP or Bloody Princess. Second in command for the Black Widow Gang. But being in a gang is a full-time job and what happens when both job and school start to mix together? What can she do?

My stepsister, Chloe Sterling, framed me for leaking business secrets at the family's charity gala. So, my three older brothers locked me in the airtight emergency panic room of our estate. I pounded futilely against the heavy alloy door, begging them to listen to my explanation. Before activating the lockdown procedure, my eldest brother, Griffin Harrington, a Wall Street legend, pierced me with his icy gaze: "Cora, you betrayed the entire family. You can stay in here and reflect on what you've done!" My second brother, rock superstar Jasper Harrington, and my third brother, genius painter Myles Harrington, added coldly: "After everything we've done for you, you still dare to defend yourself? Just stay in there!" With that, they swept a "frightened," trembling Chloe under their wing and headed straight for their victory party. A thunderstorm knocked out the power, and the air circulation system failed right after. I felt every breath was like swallowing hot glass, and eventually, my life faded away in the suffocating darkness. Three days later, when my brothers returned from New York City with Chloe, they finally remembered me. They had no idea that I had long since died of suffocation in the very tomb they'd built for me.

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?