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When the Sutherland family reunion descends on Malvern Gardens Inn, it catches eighteen-year-old Jennalee Preece in rebellion. Daughter of the inn’s owners, Jennalee hasn’t forgiven her father for uprooting the family from a comfortable life in San Francisco and dropping them in the middle of California’s gold country, far from anything hip, or fun, or exciting.<br><br>Acting out with local boys and refusing to play the piano she loves, Jennalee finds the Sutherland hordes a welcome diversion. Amid the countless well-off families come the Laidlaws -- on motorcycles. This black sheep branch of the family seems as rebellious as Jennalee does, and she’s drawn to their punk violinist son, Harley.<br><br>Over the four-day Fourth of July weekend, the Sutherlands drink, party, squabble, and even manage to burn down part of the inn. Can Harley pull Jennalee from her rebellion and help her find emotional stability with the music they share?

Julian Navarro knows every frame of Lydia Vale’s forgotten filmography. He knows which stair collapses, which ray gun jams, and exactly when the fragile heroine is supposed to faint into a handsome man’s arms. He also knows Lydia vanished in 1967 without leaving a body. During an unauthorized midnight screening, Lydia looks through the television, calls Julian by name, and dies in a scene that never existed. A battered remote pulls him after her. Inside The Bride of Blackwater House, Julian is dressed as a dashing stranger, Lydia is forced into the role of a helpless heiress, and a cold interface gives him three seconds of Pause to change the ending. Saving her once is only the beginning. Lydia remembers every death. The films reset around her, the roles push against her body, and the thing she calls the Auteur keeps inventing worse finales. Each completed rescue unlocks another remote command Julian can use both on screen and at home. Each command also builds Static, drawing the attention of a secret media-containment office and letting the Auteur edit the real world in return. Between classes, shifts, archive thefts, and increasingly brutal pulp adventures, Julian must investigate the actress he thought he knew. Lydia must decide whether a fan who controls the exit can ever see her as a person. Before a Halloween broadcast puts her final death before millions of viewers, they have to recover her stolen identity, expose the conspiracy that made her films, and take the last cut away from the monster behind the camera.

In Realmshaper III, a dedicated gamer under the name "UwUE-kitten" with a catgirl figure has managed to grind his way into the leaderboard for top 100 assassins. However, disillusioned by the fact that he joined the game too late and has missed out all the good opportunites, he has decided to quit the game. However, to ensure everyone remembers him, he has decided to make a global announcement to give his account away. SYSTEM WARNING: “USER WILL BE TELEPORTED TO THE STARTER VILLAGE IN THE GAME IN 10 SECONDS TO RE EXPERIENCE THE FUN AND WARMTH THIS GAME HAS TO OFFER.” Do you think I will believe that? Wait, why am I actually scared right now. Waking up as a catgirl with pointed eyes and a furry tail, "UwUE-kitten" discovers that his account has been transported to the beta version of Realmshaper III. Alright, time to make up for all the regrets in my previous life in Realmshaper III.

In Semeria where humans need magic to live, magic is in the air, water, and food. Without mana, the body dies and the more magic the body consumes, the stronger and more powerful the body becomes. Magic comes from mana veins and those who own them control the world and those who want them have to take them by force. Xasha who grew up in this war-torn world wants to know, why is the world the way it is, what is magic? How does it really work? Could Semeria ever be equal?

What happens when a boy and a girl gets stuck in a movie where they are destined to die on loop? Both have dark pasts. In this paranormal romance novel,you get to see where secrets,love, trauma, suspense, abnormalities,madness and drama clash Promises to keep you glued to your screen till the very end. Shall we, lovelies? Progress Rosy

I took inspiration from literally a fanfic name similar to this but didn’t really like how they did it and wanted to write something I think is alright P.S I’m sorry for the cliche beginning I’m new and don’t feel like putting any thought into the reason he’s OP but I’ll try.P.S again don’t own any character in lookism or weak hero all belong to their respective authors.Another P.s can’t add to fanfiction for some reason

He was a humble B-rank Hunter. A healer, no less. You know, the kind who patches up the real heroes, gets yelled at for not healing fast enough, and survives by standing very far in the back. Then his party waltzed into a hidden boss dungeon. Whoops. As the Dragonoid Queen made mincemeat of his team and his intestines started auditioning for open air, he prepared to die with dignity-or at least without crying too loudly. But just before his final breath: Ding! [Hidden Skill Unlocked: "Sacrificial Lamb"] [Effect: When taking damage, reflect 50% back with 1,000,000,000% additional True damage and guaranteed crit.] [You have slain boss monster "Dragonoid Queen"] [Party Contribution: 100%] [Reward Acquired: Retry (EX)] They say every Awakener has a hidden skill waiting to be unlocked under the right conditions-some in battle, others in moments of despair. For him? It was being used as a meat shield.

Zelda Mulette thinks she is just an ordinary 13 year old girl. But how you will define "ordinary" will be different for everyone. Extraordinarily to some readers, she is born and bred into the stellar world of Hollywood, to a mother and stepfather who are talented, award-winning actors in the industry. Narrated by her bold, tell-all but loving attitude, join Zelda as she navigates her own rollercoaster of life, with which she claims is "Not like in the movies". This celebrity-inspired narrative will make you laugh, cry and think no matter who we are in this world, nobody has it easy.

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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?"