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When a mysterious black notebook appears outside the Krusty Krab, cashier Squidward Tentacles thinks it’s just another piece of trash—until he reads the instructions. Write a name. Picture their face. Watch them die. Fed up with his soul-crushing job, his hyperactive sponge neighbor, and a life of unrealized dreams, Squidward gives in to curiosity... and writes his first name. What starts as a joke quickly becomes a grim reality, plunging Squidward into a spiral of power, guilt, and moral decay—with the body count to match. Enter Lurala, a sardonic, decaying shinigami with a twisted sense of humor and a front-row seat to Squidward’s descent. But Bikini Bottom isn’t ready for a God of Death with a clarinet hobby and a passive-aggressive streak. As suspicions rise and the sea grows darker, Squidward must decide what kind of world he wants to create—and whether he's still the victim… or something far worse. Sinister. Satirical. Sponge-killingly sharp. You've never seen Bikini Bottom like this.

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Rheese looked at his face once again, she thought he is just joking but the stern look on his angelic face is telling her it is true. He grabbed the drinks from the bartender and ordered some more drank it all in one gulp. Put it down and looked at her once again. He stood up and walked away. Rheese never thought of him walking away from her. "Go chase him but you may not win back his heart the bartender advised." "20 dollars for your honesty," Rheese answered. She walked towards her car then suddenly she heard the ambulance racing the road as if someone just met an accident. She hurriedly reached for her phone and called Mike, but he did not answer. She was about to chase the ambulance when she saw right in the corner Celine hugging him tightly. Her heart crushed. She felt her knees tremble. She hid herself. Her glaze followed Mike's car as it moved out from the building... She only heard a voice shouting "That lady! help! someone help!

4 years had passed when Seigaku won as champion in the National tournament. Time passed by and alot happened. But when Ryoma came back to Japan, will Sakuno be able to say her unspoken love for the prince this time? or will she still keep it all to herself?

Mason Wilson, a former Red Squadron operative from DEVGRU, after leaving the service, enters the clandestine and political world of the CIA's Special Activities Center, specifically joining the Ground Branch. He ends up becoming involved with Kaitlyn Meade.

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

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."