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When the System arrived, Marcus Hale was assigned a Class nobody understood: Obituarist. He can kill any entity by writing its obituary. The rules are absolute. Every word must be true. Every line must be professional. Write one lie, and the death redirects to him instead. Marcus doesn't fight. He witnesses. From his Portland funeral home, he treats every ending with the same care he practiced for twelve years as a mortician. A community forms around him. No warlord dares attack the man who might one day hold their pen. Supported by an Actuary who sees Marcus as an ERROR and a Paramedic who holds death at bay, Marcus begins a thousand chapter journey. He will write the ends of goblins, kings, and eventually the System itself. Marcus will be the one to write the final draft for a universe being harvested. Every word true. Every line fair. He writes the ending. The universe handles the rest.

Jesse Gray can’t get more unlucky. His roommate left him and he gets kicked out when he can’t afford the rent. Next, the owner of the fast food joint where he works part-time suddenly tells him he no longer works there. Jesse still has a job as a PA on a movie set but the pay will never be enough to afford even the cheapest room in Hollywood. There’s only one place left to stay the night -- in the park.<br><br>Trey Miller is the star on a TV series where Jesse works. They bump into each other one night while leaving the set, and Trey thinks Jesse is much too good-looking to only be a PA. When he learns of Jesse’s financial condition, he offers a place to stay at his house. Having no other options, Jesse reluctantly accepts the offer, but what’s the catch?

I transmigrated into the body of Zara Voss, the most hated woman in a web novel. Cold empress. Scheming villainess. Dead by chapter three.   Fine. I know the story. I know every move the plot makes. All I have to do is survive it.   Except the system tells me something nobody is supposed to know: the saintly, beloved heroine of this story is also a transmigrator. And she has been rewriting this plot for years before I arrived.   Her name in the real world was Lena. My best friend. The girl I watched die the same night I did.   She built this world around herself like a throne. She made herself untouchable. She gave the most powerful man in the empire, the cold and terrifying Crown Prince Cael, every reason to love her and every reason to destroy me.   But Lena did not bring me here by accident. She brought me here because she is trapped. Because the story she rewrote has become a cage she cannot escape alone. And the only person who has ever known her well enough to find the lock is me.   Now I am standing in the middle of her empire, wearing the face of the villain she built to take the fall, falling for the prince she designed to hate me, and trying to save the girl who might not want to be saved.

Jesse is used to Valentine’s Day passing without finding his own sweetheart. But suddenly he starts receiving gifts from a secret admirer.<br><br>With encouragement from his too-sexy roommate Gilbert, Jesse opens himself to the idea that someone is actually interested in him. Though he has his doubts, Jesse can't help but wonder if his admirer could finally be the man of his dreams.

Nobody believed in Jesse But slowly Jesse proved to the jungle he is worthy to be the king Jesse goes through many difficulties but he overcomes it.

Kai Muren doesn't hunt demons. He doesn't cultivate power or chase immortality. He writes obituaries. For people who haven't died yet. The moment his pen touches the page, the universe reads it. And the universe always finishes what it starts. For eleven years he's worked alone — no teacher, no order, no explanation. Just names that appear in his notebook overnight, and three days to finish each story before the ink fades and someone dies incomplete. Then a stranger breaks into his apartment at 5am with a dead man's notebook, his mother's name on the last page, and sixty hours before the pattern completes. For the first time, Kai has to do something he's never done: stop one. The Last Obituary Writer is a dark fantasy psychological thriller about death, memory, and the stories we leave unfinished — and the one man tasked with finishing them.

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Majesty Day wants to find her true self. She's always felt like just a piece of a bigger picture. Growing up, all that mattered was school, and everything else was second. It never occurred to her how much she needed to grow. Getting out of a rough breakup, she wants to focus on herself, make her grandma proud, and become someone important someday. With her love life on the back burner, she was not expecting to meet such a peculiar man named Arthur J. Collins aka JC; she could not stay away. Follow Majesty on this journey of finding herself through the dramas of life, relationships, love, and all things adult.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.

One day, a strange hand suddenly appeared inside Chi Wan’s interdimensional space. Its owner claimed to be living in the apocalypse—starving, desperate—and begged to trade anything he had for food. Chi Wan stared at the pile of Imperial Green jade, oversized diamonds, and dozens of kilograms of gold bars he offered… and fell into deep thought. …Wasn’t this a little too profitable? From then on, her connection to the apocalypse only grew stronger. The mysterious man—who turned out to be a powerful figure—used his Wood Ability to help her revive rare orchids, cultivate endangered plants, and even harvest zombie crystal cores for the country. As for Chi Wan? She only had three responsibilities: feed him, feed him, and keep feeding him. Somehow, without realizing it, a group of extraordinary men began to gather around her: A genius research scientist. An aloof, abstinent CEO. A cold and ruthless Soldier King… In front of Chi Wan, they were gentle, attentive, and impeccably polite—each trying to outshine the others. Behind her back? They were one step away from tearing each other apart. Meanwhile, on the other side of the spatial link… The so-called King of the Apocalypse clenched his teeth in silence as he listened to these men compete for her attention. As for Chi Wan? “I’m busy getting rich and supporting my family,” she said calmly. “A battle royale of suitors? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Until one day— An absurdly handsome man appeared at the gates of her villa… carrying a sack filled with gold and jewels. “I’m here to marry into your family,” he declared. Chi Wan glanced at him, then at the newly connected wasteland world inside her space… …and once again fell into deep thought.