jukebox soap

After getting rejected from a hundred job applications, my only escape was an afternoon Indian soap opera called Winds from the West. I thought watching it was harmless. I was wrong. The next thing I knew, I woke up inside the story as an extra, a character with no important role, no memorable lines, and absolutely no plot armor. My plan was simple: - Stay out of the main story. - Avoid attracting attention. - Find a way back to my own world. But how am I supposed to do that when the male lead keeps noticing me? I'm just an extra. I'm not supposed to matter. He's supposed to be busy with his own storyline. So why does he remember my name? Help!!! Translation Note: This story was originally written in Indonesian. This English version is translated by the author with the assistance of translation tools and may be revised over time to improve readability and quality.

There's nothing better than a cold brew served amidst a melodic background. Yet, even when pleasure is your main craving, trouble will find a way to intrude upon it. So, what can an ex-enforcer hiding amongst a trash heap in an unknown future do? Nothing much, when all he has at hand is his 'tin can' partner and troubles aplenty. While blood runs rampant down here in the junkyard, so do the ambitions of the several factions that set their gaze up top, towards the shining light of the city above. Join us in following Rust and Scrap on their misadventures that lay them right in the middle of the upcoming battles..... **[System pending... outcome yet to be determined]**

After reading the upteenth Chinese cultivation novel, tired of the repetitive cliches, I thought to create a fan-fic of a cultivation world I would prefer. I then realized that would be a great disservice to both you and me because a.) I don't nearly have enough imagination juice to put forth a decent cohesive story. b.) It would be a waste of both your and my time aka life. So apologies to both @KingofEveryone and @whydoineedanamerly, no story from me. Also an apology about the title, it was literally the first thing I saw when I was thinking of a title. You may be thinking, "So.. if this isn't a fan-fic, what is it?" I dunno.

"In a world where love defies death and soap defies rain, follow two sisters through supernatural trials in a gripping tale of sacrifice, resilience, and unwavering sisterhood."

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Juked: A slang soccer term meaning: faked out, deceived, confused your opponent See examples Daniel Zavaro and Quincy Watson: As the rising star in Houston, Daniel has found fame as Captain of his Pro soccer team and the city’s most eligible bachelor. Daniel has everything – except someone special – and that suits him just fine. He doesn’t want, or need, complications. Quincy has baggage, and lots of it. After a tragic accident spins her world on its axis, she finds herself as a single mother, raising a newborn nephew she never knew she had. Between parenthood, her full-time job, and dealing with the suffocating grief of losing her sister, every day is a struggle. When they begin to cross paths often, an unlikely friendship starts to evolve. Feelings change. Lines get crossed. Before they know it-- they’ve been Juked. Contains explicit content and is recommended for readers ages 18+. Juked is created by M.E. Carter, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

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Reborn alongside her son, Chen Xiaobao, Chen Momo learns from the mistakes of her past life and starts a frantic hoarding spree. To survive, the mother-and-son duo each put their skills to use in the apocalypse. The lively little Chen Xiaobao quickly wins everyone's heart, and Chen Momo finds love of her own in the apocalypse too...

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.

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."