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How much is your life worth? $50,000? $500,000? Or just a one-way ticket to Hell? After losing everything, Danny Wong took the only job left for a man desperate enough—selling haunted houses. The money is unbelievable. The risks? Even worse. For every house he sells, a life disappears. And every commission he earns pushes him one step closer to a fate worse than death. Now, the next house isn’t just haunted… it’s waiting for him. Ready to make a deal with the Devil? Enter the Fate Exchange—where homes come with ghosts… and your soul might be the final payment.

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.

One soul running from a life that was never their own n shattered by cheating boyfriend and the other refusing to take chances to be happy. Two souls and a chance encounter causing one to reawaken feelings thought gone and the other to know what it means to be cared for. This leads our two to discover themselves and what love can truly mean.

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

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?"