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Por la noche, ya era medianoche cuando Asher regresó a casa de la cena. Sabía que Nora vendría a la familia Howe hoy. Su abuelo Howard le había pedido a Asher que conociera a Nora, pero él se negó con el pretexto del trabajo. No estaba interesado en esta prometida en absoluto, y el compromiso se rompería tarde o temprano. Después de regresar a la habitación, Asher se dio un baño y se fue a dormir. Probablemente porque bebió un poco demasiado esta noche, Asher no se dio cuenta de que había otras mujeres en la habitación hasta que se acostó. Estaba ligeramente aturdido. En la oscuridad, Asher no podía ver el rostro de la mujer. Ella se dio la vuelta y lo abrazó. La chica murmuró: "Osito bueno, no hagas ruido. Solo duerme". Asher quedó paralizado. La mujer tenía un olor muy familiar, el mismo que aquella persona... Probablemente debido al alcohol, Asher no se movió, acostándose con Nora y quedándose dormido.

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace ... Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off. That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die... But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again. Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in. That this would repeat itself for an eternity. The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword. At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. He took his first steps to break out of the cycle. And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands. ...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

The Laughing Man: A Romance of English History — Rafafederico This novel weaves together themes of social injustice and political critique against the backdrop of English history. At its core stands Gwynplaine, a man marked by cruelty — his disfigured face serving as a haunting reflection of humanity’s indifference toward the marginalized. The story opens with Ursus, a wandering philosopher and juggler, and his companion Homo, a domesticated wolf. Together, they roam from place to place, performing for the public while living a nomadic life. From the very beginning, the narrative immerses readers in a sense of loneliness and abandonment. A young child, left behind after a group of ragged travelers hastily departs by sea, becomes the embodiment of fate’s cruelty. Forced to confront solitude and survival, the child’s struggle sets the stage for a profound exploration of suffering, identity, and resilience in a world both beautiful and brutal. Ultimately, The Laughing Man invites readers to reflect on how, even amid despair and deformity, the human spirit continues to seek love, meaning, and hope.

Betrayed by his closest allies and left to die in a cursed dungeon, Dorian Grinn discovers the truth about his unique skill: he cannot die. Each death strengthens his body, sharpens his mind, and erodes his sanity. Trapped in an endless cycle of brutal deaths, he emerges from the abyss not as the man he once was, but as something far more dangerous—a laughing, unpredictable force of nature. Fueled by hatred for the weak and an insatiable thirst for vengeance, Dorian sets out to destroy the comrades who betrayed him and the system that empowers them. With every step, he builds an empire from chaos, turning misfits and monsters into his loyal army. But the gods of this world don’t take kindly to rebellion, and Dorian isn’t just fighting for revenge—he’s fighting to break the world itself. Madness is his weapon. Immortality is his curse. And death? Just another joke.

Under a moon that has begun to feel too close, a quiet world lives in growing fear of the night. Each year, mysterious Celestial Beings descend, bringing with them strange objects known as Moon Seeds—fragments of power that only a few can survive. Most who consume them lose their minds… or worse. In this uneasy world lives Yashu, a foolish, carefree cow who understands nothing of danger, power, or the sky above her. While her master Kathakar investigates the truth behind the moon and the Celestials, and his ally Ishikawa uncovers secrets best left hidden, Yashu remains an unlikely observer—laughing where others tremble. But as the truth of the Moon Seeds unfolds and the cost of power becomes clear, the line between madness and survival begins to blur. And in a world where only the strong-minded can endure… the one who understands nothing at all may become the last one left. Disclaimer: Also publish in Royal Road[ Rigu]

After a tragic yet absurd death, Keal awakens in a world where emotions have power-and gods feed on them. Gifted with the ability to see emotional threads, his laughter masks something deeper. As reality fractures and madness creeps in, one thing becomes clear: Keal isn't just part of the game. He's about to break it.

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?

Feng Qing, a top surgeon from the 21st century, wakes up in a body no one wants — married off to Rong Ling, the most powerful Regent in Dayan, a man who makes it abundantly clear: "Do you think you're worthy of marrying this king? Foolish." While he keeps his distance, she keeps herself busy, saving lives with medical knowledge centuries ahead of its time, collecting debts from those who wronged the original body's owner, and planning her exit strategy. Later, he became the New Emperor— "Qing Qing, from now on, you are my Empress." "Not interested."

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?