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Apa yang aku dapat dengan balas dendam? Cinta!! Ya aku mendapatkan cinta. _Vanessa Summer Griffin_

Vanessa, a young actress struggling to make her mark in Los Angeles, has a one-night stand with a mysterious stranger while she was on a break from her abusive boyfriend. She soon discovers that the stranger is none other than Liam Carson, the married billionaire heir to Carson Enterprises and CEO of Carson Hotels—who also happens to be her boyfriend's childhood friend. As Vanessa attempts to rebuild her life and rekindle her relationship with her now-repentant boyfriend, she is hit with an earth-shattering revelation: she's pregnant with Liam's child. To make matters worse, she works as a waitress at the opulent Carson Hotel, bringing her into close, daily contact with the very man who now harbors an unexpected love for her. Caught in a web of secrets, forbidden love, and impossible choices, Vanessa must navigate a dangerous path where her heart, career, and future hang in the balance. Can she keep the truth hidden, or will the weight of her secret bring everything crashing down? Hello Readers This is my first novel, thank you for giving it a try. I promise to update daily, so that you won't miss out Vanessa and Liam's love story. Please support this novel by commenting, adding to your library collection, gifting and voting massively with power stones and golden tickets.

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"In the world of art, colors are just a tool… but in my world, pain is the only pigment that never fades." Ian was called the “miracle of his generation”—a brilliant painter with the ability to capture human emotions in his works with terrifying precision. But his talent attracted the greed of the “snakes” who ruled the city. Four figures of power—a critic, a billionaire, a corrupt general, and an unjust judge—destroyed his life in a single night. They burned his studio with his family inside, and with cold calculation, they severed the tendons of his left hand and dragged him into prison on a false charge. They wanted to kill the artist within him—but instead, they created something far more terrifying. After five years of darkness and isolation, Ian returned from hell. His body was covered in scars, his left hand permanently bandaged, but his right eye no longer saw the world as humans do… it saw them as “unfinished canvases.” Thanks to his “Hyper Artist’s Eye,” Ian could see the sins of his enemies flowing through their veins like liquid colors, waiting to be extracted. Now, Ian has opened his secret studio beneath the ruins of his past. He will no longer paint landscapes. Every victim among his enemies will become the “primary color” of his next masterpiece. He will cut, dissect, and arrange their bodies into breathtaking artistic compositions that leave the police in a state of terror and disbelief. As the detective Suleiman hunts this “phantom” who turns crime scenes into horrifying art galleries, he finds himself questioning: Is Ian merely a deranged sadistic killer? Or the only honest artist in a world of lies… an artist who writes the truth in blood? “Welcome to my private exhibition… prepare yourselves, for your role in the canvas has begun``

Vanessa Valence is a top celebrity from a lineage of ancient cosmic warriors called the Alkaia, bound to protect humanity from the malicious entities known as the Baleful. The most malign of these entities were the Grakanians, led by a mind-control god hell-bent on enslaving the entire human race with his mind. Vanessa must fight him against all odds to bring down his evil plans.

The day I miscarried, the day I nearly bled to death, my parents were ambushed by a rival family while rushing me to our clinic. Lying on the operating table, I signed their death certificates with a hand drenched in my own blood. I lost my baby. I lost my parents. Meanwhile, the man I couldn't reach on the encrypted line was posting a celebratory social media update. His post read: Congratulations to my muse. After a night of hard work, the gallery is finally reborn. With a trembling hand, I liked the post. A private message from him arrived instantly. Two words: Delete it. I sent him the clinic's encrypted location. "Come to the safe house. I need to talk to you." "I'm tied up with something important for the Family. I can't get away. Have your parents go with you to the check-up. It's not like they have anything better to do." "Is this 'something important' her gallery's ribbon-cutting ceremony?" "Why has pregnancy turned you into such a possessive harpy? Can't I support the arts without you losing your mind?" I didn't have the strength to argue. Fine. If he wouldn't come to me, he could talk to the family's lawyer.

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Welcome to the Amygdala Gallery. To the world, it is an institution for the avant-garde and the obscure. This is a carefully maintained fiction. In truth, the Amygdala is a clandestine organization that identifies and contains Axiomatic Malignancy Glitches. This is a glimpse into their reality, a chronicle of the protocols, the observations, and the quiet horror of maintaining order in a universe that is not always stable. --- This is my first work here. If you like New Weird Fiction (Think of SCP, Lobotomy Corp, Remedy's Control video game) I hope you'll also like this.

The world has come to an end. There's a plague of Disasters, poisonous fog, bloodthirsty monsters and more. But first, let me take a selfie. Proof that taking photos during an apocalypse does come in handy...

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?"