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Jasmin só queria um emprego estável, café quente e paz de espírito. O que ela não esperava era um CEO sarcástico, dono de olhos cinzentos perigosamente hipnóticos e de um talento irritante para invadir seus limites — com palavras afiadas e olhares ainda mais cortantes. Adrian Lancaster não acredita em distrações. Muito menos em mulheres com sorrisos doces e respostas afiadas o bastante para derrubar sua muralha de gelo. Mas no andar 42, segredos não ficam trancados por muito tempo. E quando a tensão entre ordens, provocações e silêncios bem calculados começa a queimar, nem mesmo contratos, sarcasmos ou traumas antigos serão suficientes para manter as emoções sob controle. Algumas portas se abrem com um crachá. Outras, com um olhar que muda tudo.

O universo não é caótico. Ele é controlado. Seis Grandes Raças governam tudo o que existe, mantendo civilizações sob vigilância constante. Cada espécie é classificada, limitada e, quando necessário, eliminada. Nada escapa à Hexarquia. Ou pelo menos, não deveria. Por mais de cinquenta milhões de anos, uma galáxia inteira permaneceu fora de todos os registros. Invisível. Intocada. Esquecida. A Terra. Escondida por uma antiga raça primordial, os Auralith, ela abriga algo que nem mesmo as Grandes Raças compreendem completamente: o Éterion. Um fragmento da própria realidade. Enquanto impérios lutam, alianças se formam e o equilíbrio do universo é mantido à força, uma verdade começa a se tornar inevitável: Nem tudo pode ser controlado. E talvez... o limite nunca tenha sido o fim.

Aiden finds himself trapped in a repeating fight—every move, every outcome, the same. But when reality begins to crack, he realizes the truth: the enemy isn’t outside… it’s within. In a fractured world where identities split into living forms, Aiden must face his own mind—fear, anger, logic, chaos, and hope. But something else is watching. Something beyond the loop. And it’s not here to save him… it’s here to break him.

Ninsun uma aventureira que escala a torre com um propósito nobre de salvar o mundo de sua destruição. Um dia traída pelos seus companheiros ela acidentalmente é teleportada para o último andar onde encontra o Boss, mas... ele é gentil? insta: bambtf

Kelgu, un joven de veinte años sin nada que perder, ha sobrevivido a la indiferencia del mundo: huérfano, traicionado por su familia y explotado en trabajos miserables, su único refugio eran los libros. Hasta que "uno lo eligió a él". Un viejo volumen de aventuras medievales —con páginas que olían a tierra mojada y tinta fresca— lo absorbió entre sus líneas, arrojándolo a un mundo donde las criaturas de los cuentos más oscuros son reales: lobos con piel de sombra, reinos gobernados por la superstición y una magia tan esquiva como peligrosa. Aquí no es el chico invisible de siempre. - Algunos lo ven como "un presagio de maldad" . - Otros, como la solución a una "profecía olvidada". - Y el libro que lo trajo… bueno sigue escribiendo su vida sin él. Con solo su ingenio y los fragmentos de un mundo moderno que se desvanece en su memoria, Kelgu deberá, aprender las reglas de un juego que no eligió jugar. Porque en este mundo, las palabras tienen peso, la sangre es tinta, y cada paso puede ser la última línea de su historia.

“Yeh kahani ek aam ladke ki hai jo apni life ke struggles, pressure aur failures se ladte hue apni pehchaan dhoondhne ki koshish karta hai. Bahar se normal dikhne wala yeh ladka andar hi andar ek badi jung lad raha hota hai.”

Lithoids: silicon based lifeforms. this is the the tale of one such creature, one with the mind created under very odd circumstances, carrying a Human Soul! yet how such creature came to possess or where it origins are mysterious to it, specially adapting to it's new form from a modern human to this new world. Will he be able to adapt and some day return to his human form and his world? or will the encroaching darkness consume him?

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!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.