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Os vastos mares estão repletos de recursos abundantes, mas também são o lar de numerosos demônios marinhos, tornando-se um lugar difícil para os cultivadores humanos explorarem. Um dia, Lu Li atravessa para o vasto e ilimitado reino marinho de cultivo imortal, carregando consigo um pote mágico de refino de bestas que pode se transformar em vários monstros marinhos, permitindo-lhe vagar pelo fundo do mar. Enquanto os cultivadores nas ilhas lutam por uma única erva espiritual, Lu Li já construiu uma base de fazenda espiritual subaquática. Veja-o traçar estratégias passo a passo, deixando uma marca a cada movimento, enquanto ele se torna uma potência de alto nível no mundo do cultivo imortal. Olhando para trás após incontáveis anos, os dias passados lutando contra demônios marinhos, refinando espíritos malignos e caçando tesouros no mar profundo permanecem vívidos em sua memória...

Tendo transmigrado para uma novel como uma personagem bucha de canhão com um Valor de Fertilidade 0 e poder espiritual de rank F, Shi Lan decide mudar seu destino aceitando um emprego como Diretora da Prisão de uma remota prisão interestelar. A prisão abriga as figuras mais poderosas do Império — especialistas de alto nível levados ao limite pelo colapso espiritual. Um após o outro, os Diretores da Prisão anteriores fugiram derrotados, deixando para trás nada além de um manual de gerenciamento da prisão coberto de avisos em vermelho e negrito. Shi Lan se prepara para uma vida de dificuldades intermináveis. O que ninguém lhe diz é que cada detento é um bichinho fofo enorme. Cela Nº 1: Um majestoso Leão Branco, o General de Divisão mais amado do Império. Gentil e confiável na superfície, mas a portas fechadas— "Lanlan, você pode olhar um pouco mais para mim? Eu também preciso do seu consolo..." Cela Nº 2: Um Pássaro do Paraíso deslumbrante, um dos jovens mestres das Quatro Grandes Famílias do Império. Arrogante, narcisista e obcecado pela própria beleza— mas que secretamente realiza danças de cortejo elaboradas, "Shi Lan, você gosta?" Cela Nº 3: Uma Pantera Negra fria e taciturna, o ex-Príncipe Herdeiro e herdeiro do Império. Com rumores de não ter interesse em mulheres. Na realidade, "Lanlan, eu também sei dar cambalhotas." Cela Nº 4: Um fofinho gato de Pallas, também um dos jovens mestres das Quatro Grandes Famílias do Império. Que só late, mas não morde, constantemente mostrando os dentes e agindo de forma feroz. No entanto, no momento em que ela o acaricia— "Lanlan, se tiver coragem, me toque de novo... awoo..." Cela Nº 5: Uma magnífica Raposa Vermelha de nove caudas, o ex-líder de uma infame frota pirata interestelar antes de ser recrutado pelo Império. Temido por ser implacável e insondavelmente astuto. No entanto, ele apenas sorri gentilmente e pergunta, "Lanlan, algum dos outros Homens-Fera tem nove caudas para você tocar como eu?" Enquanto os Diretores da Prisão anteriores viviam na miséria, Shi Lan se vê completamente sobrecarregada enquanto os fofinhos competem descaradamente por sua atenção...

The Oscar Gang is a group of teenagers who are trying to find their identity, the most comfortable home for some of its members. For them to go home when they received a relentless blow from God. Oscar Gang with a million stories and also wounds that never heal. There are Laskar and Sella with different beliefs and different tastes. There is Raka who will never get Rara’s love. And finally there are Irza and Jeri with all the regrets that bind them both. Will they be able to face the world with all its pain, or will retreating be the best solution for what is still a short journey? Who knows.

Bazt West is the number one detective—brilliant, relentless… and secretly the most wanted killer: Smile X. Behind a mask of justice, he hides his true identity, solving cases with surgical precision to keep suspicion off his trail. Every case he cracks is the perfect alibi. Every clue that could expose him vanishes without a trace. But be warned… if anyone gets too close to the truth, they won’t live to tell the tale.

In my past life, my husband, Ricardo Whitman—a celebrated fintech prodigy on Wall Street—died from what was reported as “sudden anaphylactic shock” after a charity gala. What he left me, aside from a chasm of grief, was a massive two-and-a-half-million-dollar debt. For the sake of my son, Connor, who was still in high school, I sold my proudest creation—a penthouse loft I had designed myself. I moved into a basement in Brooklyn, working three part-time jobs a day to pay off what were supposedly "investment losses." The long-term mental stress and overwork took their toll. My body finally gave out, and I succumbed to illness in that squalid rented room. On my deathbed, I overheard my son, by then in college, on a video call. On the other end of the screen was his father, who was supposed to be dead. In that moment, the truth sliced open my heart like a scalpel. The so-called debt was nothing but a cryptocurrency money-laundering scheme orchestrated by Ricardo and his lover and business partner, Selina Ford. My husband had faked his death to pull a vanishing act. And my son, Connor, was a knowing accomplice from the very beginning. He watched as my life was drained away, all so he could one day inherit that ill-gotten wealth without any burdens. With a heart full of burning resentment, I took my last breath. When I opened my eyes again, I was assaulted by blinding spotlights and the scent of champagne. I was back at the gala, at the very moment Ricardo collapsed into my arms and stopped breathing. The day my world fell apart.

Oscar has been coming to the beach house his father had since he was a child. One summer when he was spending his vacation there, Oscar came across a young merman that he named Mer, who was wounded and needed help. Due to the loss of his family, Mer was mute and so Oscar took it upon himself to learn and teach sign language to help them communicate. Their friendship grew over the years as they helped each other deal with different trials in their lives, bringing them closer together as friends and a spark of something else that neither of them were quite sure of. That is until the day that Oscar finds Mer in an interesting situation that could make or break what relationship they have with each other or could make in the future. Oscar will have to face an issue he never thought he'd find himself in and also face feelings he never thought he'd have to address. Will friendship be enough?

En mi vida pasada, mi esposo, Ricardo Whitman —un célebre prodigio de la tecnología financiera en Wall Street— murió de lo que se reportó como un «choque anafiláctico repentino» después de una gala benéfica. Lo que me dejó, aparte de un abismo de dolor, fue una enorme deuda de dos millones y medio de dólares. Por el bien de mi hijo, Connor, que aún estaba en la preparatoria, vendí mi creación más preciada: un penthouse que yo misma había diseñado. Me mudé a un sótano en Brooklyn y tuve tres trabajos de medio tiempo al día para pagar lo que supuestamente eran «pérdidas de inversión». El estrés mental a largo plazo y el exceso de trabajo me pasaron factura. Mi cuerpo finalmente se rindió y sucumbí a la enfermedad en esa sórdida habitación alquilada. En mi lecho de muerte, escuché a mi hijo, ya en la universidad, en una videollamada. Al otro lado de la pantalla estaba su padre, quien se suponía que estaba muerto. En ese momento, la verdad me abrió el corazón como un bisturí. La supuesta deuda no era más que un plan de lavado de dinero con criptomonedas, orquestado por Ricardo y su amante y socia, Selina Ford. Mi esposo había fingido su muerte para desaparecer por completo. Y mi hijo, Connor, fue un cómplice consciente desde el principio. Él observó cómo mi vida se consumía, todo para poder heredar algún día esa riqueza mal habida sin ninguna carga. Con el corazón lleno de un ardiente resentimiento, di mi último aliento. Cuando volví a abrir los ojos, me asaltaron las luces cegadoras de los reflectores y el aroma a champán. Estaba de vuelta en la gala, en el preciso instante en que Ricardo se desplomó en mis brazos y dejó de respirar. El día en que mi mundo se vino abajo.

#WSA 2022 Kisah yang sederhana, tapi mampu untuk memukau semesta dengan cara yang sempurna.  Kinandari Tiffany Anindya adalah gadis cantik bermanik mata teduh yang berhasil mencuri detak jantung milik panglima tempur Oscar Geng, Chandra Kumara Aji Setiawan.  Manusia diciptakan hanya karena dua tujuan, yaitu dicintai atau direlakan. Namun Kinan adalah keduanya, harus dicintai dan direlakan di saat yang bersamaan. “Selamat, sudah menjadi manusia paling hancur di muka bumi ini, Chandra Kumara Aji Setiawan,” ucapnya pada diri sendiri.

I ran into a pregnant she-wolf on the forest path. Though I apologised, she still clutched my arm, refusing to let go, her sharp claws digging into my skin and leaving bloody marks. "Do you know whose pup I’m carrying? Alpha Oscar's!" "This is his only bloodline. If you hurt it and he comes after you, can you handle the consequences?" "Alpha Oscar said once the pub is born, I shall be Luna. Shouldn't you show me some respect?" I asked, "Which pack does Alpha Oscar belong to?" The she-wolf lifted her chin proudly, "Why, Alpha Oscar of our Blood Moon pack, of course." My companion and I exchanged a look. For Alpha Oscar, leader of the Blood Moon Pack, was my mate.

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"