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Zhao Feng arbejder hårdt for at bevise, at han er bedre end sine jævnaldrende på Kampkunst-træningspladsen, men netop som han er ved at give op, smelter en mystisk, sort, marmorlignende genstand sammen med hans venstre øje og giver ham de gamle guders kræfter. Med sine nyfundne kræfter begiver Zhao Feng sig ud på rejsen mod at blive den største kampkunstner nogensinde.

Jeon Jungkook dan Jeon Hyena adalah saudara kembar. Karena suatu alasan Hyena harus menggantikan Jungkook dan hidup sebagai seorang laki-laki.

"If I ever got a chance to kill you, believe me you won't see me even a slight bit of hesitant." "Well, then keep on trying...I wholeheartedly wanna see you succeed if that helps me get rid of you forever." Her emotionless eyes lifted up to meet his cold gaze which didn't seemed to be even a little bit affected by whatever left her lips. His cold gaze and venomous hatred towards her felt like sinking through he, piercing and wounding her deep inside as if a sharp knife being stabbed on her already miserable wound even more forcefully, yet the forming smirk on his face made her want to spit on him or atleast slap the thing off his face. The smirk on his face started to vanish away slowly as she saw it, and it seemed as if he was just bound to offend her and that's the least he could do, He wasnt supposed to do much if all he wanted was to hurt her, He was lucky, Just a few words and the way it pierced her soul was enough to pray for an early death. "D-do you really–hate me t-that much?" She felt a lump in her throat before words left her lips unconsciously, asking him; stammering in between. It wasn't that she didn't knew the answer she would get...maybe she just wanted to convince her growing feeling for the last time to shut down and stop taking over her because she wasn't someone deserving of being loved to begin with... "Yes I do, I hate you so much, I hate you to the extent where I despise myself for being your best friend once." He loathed her in sight, turning her to look at him with a repressed smile. "C-cool! I hate you too–I hate you so much."

A tale of a bitter, political and embattled romance between a noble son SEUNGHYEONJEONG and the Grand Prince of the kingdom of Geosan in a continued rise to power through the most turbulent times.

When you too have a arranged married from you partner and you too study in the same college

Zeolta Is a very quite person to everyone he meets. He was created by a world that did not treat him right and now he has finished with his revenge and now Has decide to join a group that was sent to dispose of 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.

"You should get up from where you fell down. Wifey, don't you want to hold your head high and show off in front of them in this life?" the man whispered close to the woman's ear, his tone full of temptation. "Are you really that kind?" The woman took a wary step back, completely unwilling to fall for it: "Those people aren't just anybody. Aren't they your dearest parents and siblings?" "Wifey, I am clear on who is close to me and who is distant. From now on, you and the children are the ones dearest to me." A pained look flashed in the man's eyes; it took him a lifetime and a painful price to finally understand—if he himself doesn't know how to fiercely protect his own wife and children, how can he expect others to hold them in any regard? This is actually a story where both the male and female leads are reborn, one after the other, and the male lead, after learning from his painful experience, ultimately undergoes a Cultivation to become a "loyal dog." With a spatial dimension and a superpower, see how Gu Nuan Nuan brings her mother along for a magnificent reversal in this life!