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Kit and Kat are childhood friends growing up in the United States of Arizona, a state not historically known for embracing other cultures. Will their friendship survive? Or will Kit be pulled back into his white washed world while Kat gets pulled into her safety by numbers Latino neighborhood.

Someone -- or something -- is causing magical blizzards at Fairleigh Hall. The estate is suffering, and the Earl has requested assistance.<br><br>Constable Kit Thompson, of Bow Street’s Preternatural Division, isn’t especially thrilled to be sent out to the country. At least the assignment gets him away from fashionable London society and his own unwanted celebrity after successfully solving a notorious case. Of course, he’s now trapped at a country estate due to closed roads, snowstorms, and magic, but Kit’s always liked solving puzzles. He’s good at using empathic skills for investigations, and this is definitely a challenge. Besides, the Earl’s younger brother is an irritating and delicious temptation, all blue eyes and muscles and boundless enthusiastic optimism. Kit wants to either shake sense into him or kiss him senseless -- and can’t trust him, either, because if someone’s genuinely sabotaging the weather, everyone’s a suspect.<br><br>Harry Arden, younger brother of the Earl of Fairleigh, has never met a Preternatural Division constable before, much less a famous and celebrated one. He wants to help. And he wants to make that attractive but cynical constable smile, at least once. But the estate hides a family secret, and Harry knows perfectly well Kit doesn’t trust him ... and for good reason. Still, Harry offers to do what he can to assist with the investigation, and if that means spending more time with Kit, that’s a bonus. <br><br>When Harry and Kit end up caught by those magical storms, snowed in together at the old hunting lodge, they’ll have to trust each other with their secrets ... and their hearts.

Lamp oil poured down the throat. Incense ash packed into the nostrils. Nine-year-old Chen Nian'an lies on a pyre, still breathing. The village shaman says he must burn before sunset. The nail on his left pinky is gone—borrowed by the Nail Borrower, an ancient spirit in red who takes children's nails at dusk. His mother, Xiulan, refuses. She pulls him from the fire and offers her own nails instead. Ten nails for her son's life. The Nail Borrower accepts. But Xiulan soon uncovers a darker secret: the village shaman has been collecting nails for fifty years—ninety-eight of them, each from a child who was burned. Nian'an was meant to be the ninety-ninth. Now Xiulan must break a cycle that has lasted half a century, using the only weapon the Nail Borrower cannot defeat: a mother who can grow back what was taken. The village says he must burn. His mother says he will live. One of them is wrong.

Kit is torn between two lovers and some dangerous people are after her.

the world entered an apocalypse and 100,000 people are dragged into a 'game' where they will have to build a shelter capable of withstanding all kinds of natural disasters and radioactive monsters while they themselves increase their strength. [the conditions to be returned to their world are to survive for two years while increasing their strength and reinforcing their shelter or die on the way].

Genres: Historical, Girls’ Love (GL) Title: Dream of Returning Origins – by Trieu Kit Genres: Historical, Girls’ Love (GL), pseudo-history, fiction, love–hate relationships, cross-dressing (female disguised as male), angst, etc. Characters: Trieu Khoi Kiet, Do Ngoc Khanh, Duong Phi Uyen, Trang Tinh Lan, Ly Du, … Description: This story features a one-top–multiple-bottom dynamic, inspired by a historical figure the author deeply admires. However, it develops into a completely different narrative, with a more intriguing and gentler progression and ending compared to that figure’s real historical fate. Originally, the author intended to write a heavily angsty story, putting the characters through emotional turmoil. But recently, Trieu Kit’s writing style has taken on a more satirical tone—making it difficult to keep readers from laughing even in tragic moments—so the story has been adjusted to feel somewhat lighter instead. In short, if you enjoy stories with a historical vibe, give it a try. But if you’re looking for a deeply romantic or emotionally intense love story, this one might not be your cup of tea.

My husband’s mistress thought I was his secret lover. "I’ll send you and your bastard to hell!" she screamed as her fists flew. She left me bleeding on the floor, my face ruined, my baby gone. Through the pain, I heard my husband on the phone. He was soothing her. “My poor baby, are you hurt? Did you chip a nail?” But when he realized the “bitch” his mistress had destroyed was me. He shattered.

Winlu took his time finishing up his routine software development work in his home office. He had completed this week's contract deadline on time, but when he fell asleep, he transmigrated. He woke up in a cultivation world. But there seemed to be something different about his situation. His virtual desktop and IDE tools followed him to this new world and mutated. Follow him as he tries to handle the challenges this new situation brings him.

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When the world shattered and dungeons erupted across London, Arjun Mehra didn’t awaken a powerful class or a rare mark—he tripped, fell, and accidentally killed a dungeon boss. Now he’s stuck with a mythic legacy no one understands, a cursed system that only activates when he defeats final bosses himself, and a glowing crown mark that keeps attracting attention he really doesn’t want. Worse? He can’t even enter dungeons solo anymore. Teamed up with powerful (and weirdly interested) Awakened women, Arjun just wants to survive, steal the kill, and maybe get lunch afterward. But with each victory, he inherits the terrifying power—and memories—of ancient Dungeon Kings. London’s dungeons are getting deadlier. Arjun’s powers are getting stranger. And his harem? Completely accidental. He’s not a hero. He’s not a leader. He’s just the guy who keeps accidentally becoming both.