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Ethan Smith gik ned ad den tomme gade med en cigaret i munden, rystede på hovedet og fremtvang et bittert smil. Hvem kunne have forestillet sig, at efter tre års ægteskab var alt, hvad der var tilbage, svig? Han svor at få den kvinde til at fortryde, hvad hun havde gjort, og lovede at sørge for, at alle, der havde været gode mod ham, fik et godt liv. Ja, det var Emily Taylor, kvinden, der havde hjulpet ham op fra fortvivlelsens afgrund, da han ramte det laveste punkt i sit liv. "Emily, det er på tide, at jeg tager mig af dig."

Hun opgav sin drøm om at stråle på balletscenen — for ham. Hun ofrede sin selvrespekt — for ham. Hun glemte sin sande identitet — for ham. Men selv efter alt det, kunne hun ikke måle sig med kvinden, der havde Ryans hjerte. Arwen Quinn, arving til den prestigefyldte Quinn-familien, indså for sent, at uanset hvad hun gjorde, ville hun aldrig vinde Ryans kærlighed. Fremtiden, der ventede hende, var et liv fanget i den endeløse elendighed af et kærlighedsløst ægteskab. Så, beslutsomt, afslutter hun deres forhold og går sin vej. Hvad hun ikke forventede var, at ved at bryde fri fra Ryan, havde hun åbnet døren for, at Aiden kunne træde ind i hendes liv — en chance, han havde ventet på. Aiden Winslow, en gådefuld administrerende direktør er ikke bare mystisk — han er beslutsom, og vil ikke lade nogen tage Arwen fra ham igen. ____ Uddrag: Aiden kneb øjnene sammen, “Er du sikker på det her?” “Hvis jeg ikke var sikker, ville jeg ikke have spurgt,” svarede Arwen køligt. “Hold op med at somle. Hvis du er uvillig, finder jeg en anden, der kan skaffe vielsesattesterne i dag.” Hans udtryk formørkedes, da han trak hende tæt ind til sig. “Når det først er tilbudt mig, er det mit alene.” Uanfægtet spurgte Arwen, “Så, accepterer du? Hvis ja, så henter vi attesterne nu.” “På én betingelse,” sagde han. “Jeg indgår ikke kontraktægteskaber. Den kvinde, jeg gifter mig med, vil være den kvinde, jeg deler seng med. Hvis du accepterer det, så—” “Ikke noget problem. Lad os gå,” sagde Arwen uden at lade ham tale færdig, og trak ham med ind i det Civile Ægteskabsbureau.

"M... Marissa! Er de mine børn?" Rafaels øjne flyttede sig ikke fra de bedårende børns ansigter. "Nej, Rafael. Det er de ikke," sagde Marissa med et falsk smil, "De er ikke dine. Kan du huske det?" hun slog vipperne ned ret dramatisk, "Vi var aldrig gift!" Marissa Aarons ældre søster Valerie Aaron svigtede sin blinde kæreste på deres bryllupsdag og stak af. For at redde ansigt tryglede Merissas familie hende om at gifte sig med Raphael Sinclair. Ironien? Hun fik ikke lov til at fortælle sin blinde mand, at hun ikke var Valerie, men Merissa Aaron. På dagen for Rafaels vellykkede øjenoperation fandt Marissa ud af, at Valerie var tilbage for at indtage sin retmæssige plads som Sinclaires svigerdatter. Marissa forsøgte at forklare sin mand, at det var hende, der var gift med ham, men han troede hende ikke. I stedet for at forsøge at overbevise ham yderligere, besluttede en knust Merissa at forlade byen uden at fortælle ham sin hemmelighed. Raphael Sinclair var den klassiske definition på drønlækker og var den eneste arving til Sinclair koncernen. Hvad ville han gøre, når han fandt ud af, at den kvinde, der hele tiden havde tilbudt ham sin kærlighed og sin krop, ikke var Valerie, men hendes lillesøster Marissa Aaron? Hvordan ville han reagere, når han fandt ud af, at han var far til de babyer, Marissa bar i sin livmoder? Ville han tage efter Marissa og vinde hende tilbage? Og million-dollar-spørgsmålet! Ville Marissa nogensinde kunne tilgive ham og elske ham igen?

Evie, a human resources professional who loves gossip, dies while trying to resolve a club fight and is transported to the body of a palace maid. However, the body is of a woman with a secret identity, trying to protect the ones she loves at all costs, even if that means that she has to get too close to the sun.

Fukuhara Kazuya, an ordinary guy who was on his way to the university entry exam, got accidentally hit by a truck and became an employee of "Divine Reincarnation" HR Company, specialized in transferring souls to parallel worlds. The ordinary Fukuhara is now being surrounded by eccentric and strange individuals, how will he maintain his mental health?

Narration: [Name Redacted], an ordinary office worker, is transported into a Xianxia world. Arrogant Young Masters. Hypocritical righteous sects. Jade beauties. A cultivation system held together by plot armor and duct tape.] The hell do you mean "Name Redacted"? I have a name. It's Caelan MacGregor. You deleted it because apparently I'm "more mysterious" this way. I watched you press Backspace. This world is a disaster. The sky is a vibrating blue square. People meditate by standing on one leg for nine hours. Every third sentence sounds like it survived six rounds of machine translation. And everyone keeps telling me I "cannot see Mt. Tai." Brother. We're inside a tavern. [System: Overpowered Cultivation System not found.] [System: Assigning — Patch Notes v0.3 Alpha.] Every plot hole. Every broken technique. Every mistranslated line. Costs me lifespan just to file the bug report. I'm not becoming the strongest immortal in this world. I'm unionizing outer disciples. Auditing heavenly tribulations. Filing workplace safety violations against sects that call child labor "discipleship." And if the Heavenly Dao is really running this universe — it's getting reported to HR. [Narration: He accepts his fate and grows stronger.] No I don't. [Narration: He accepts his fate and grows stronger.] I said no. (And no this is not a fucking translation its a original novel)

When Daniel, an exhausted engineer fed up with endless deadlines, quits his dead-end job, he expects freedom. Instead, he wakes up in the Dark Lord’s fortress — not as a warrior, not as a hero… …but as the Head of Human Resources. Now he’s stuck managing payroll for goblins, conducting harassment seminars for succubi, handling vampire “flexi-hours,” and negotiating union strikes with angry orcs. As Daniel applies his old-world office survival skills to his new demonic workplace, one thing becomes clear: Heroes won’t defeat the Dark Lord. HR paperwork will. A workplace comedy set in a fantasy world, full of absurd meetings, disastrous policies, and the one universal truth: the real evil was always corporate culture. ------ This book is a complete, standalone story told in fourteen fast-paced, episodic chapters, designed to be the perfect quick read after a long day of your own office hell. Life's too short for 800-page fantasy epics when you have deadlines to meet. Hope you loved it, and that it brought a smile your way

Synopsis I burned out so hard at 29 that I straight-up died from karoshi. One minute I'm face-down on my keyboard, the next a glowing contract pops up in front of me: Job: HR Director for the Demon King Army Pay: 7,000 souls a month + killer benefits (literally—resurrection included) I figured it was some fever dream and signed anyway. Big mistake. Or maybe the best one ever. I wake up in a throne room staring at the actual Demon King—stupidly hot, zero social skills, and looking at me with these big pleading red eyes like a lost puppy with horns. “Please,” he says. “My generals keep rage-quitting. The heroes won’t even raid us anymore because everyone’s too depressed. Fix the vibe or the whole prophecy tanks and we’re all unemployed.” Great. Now I’ve got this weird System handing me skills like Performance Review Stare (makes people spill their real feelings), Mandatory Sensitivity Training Aura (forces toxic demons to behave for five minutes), and Hostile Takeover (Of Emotions) (yeah, I can basically HR-mediate someone’s soul). So here I am, turning the most dysfunctional evil empire ever into something that actually runs—team-building in lava pools, exit interviews with archdemons who flip tables, performance plans for literal world-ending monsters. Meanwhile, the big bad Demon Lord? Turns out he’s just awkward, lonely, and kinda sweet under all the doom-and-gloom. And the more I fix his mess, the more I catch myself staring back at those crimson eyes a little too long. Fixing workplace hell was supposed to be my ticket to a quiet afterlife. Instead I might be accidentally romancing the Final Boss everyone’s meant to hate. Reincarnated as the Demon King’s HR Manager Corporate isekai where the scariest thing isn’t the demons—it’s bad management. And maybe falling for your boss.

[Irresistible MC + Farming & Entrepreneurship + Strong Female Lead + Cute Baby + Love Rivalry + Farming System + Male Competition] Deng Yuyuan wakes up to find she has transmigrated into a period novel about a "pampered group darling" — as the biological mother of the vicious female villain. The female villain has a biased grandmother, a mooching uncle and his family, a blindly filial father, and a spineless mother. She was a small-time thief as a child. As an adult, she committed every kind of evil — constantly framing the female lead — and ultimately met a miserable end. The female lead is the only daughter in another family, doted on by her older brothers. The villain targeted her out of pure jealousy. And now, Deng Yuyuan has become that villain's cowardly mother — and the villain herself is currently just an ugly, wrinkly-faced infant. The blindly filial father loves his wife, but gives all the good things to his own mother. He says to his starving wife and daughter: "Xiao Yuan, come drink some water. I specially heated it for you." Deng Yuyuan looks at her own bony frame and her tiny child — and decides to get a divorce. Goodbye, useless husband. She's going to raise this little cub with an abundance of money and love. No way she'll go astray this time. Lost one husband, gained a crowd of suitors. A beautiful sent-down youth coveted by many — she knows some self-defense and burns the midnight oil studying. With the reinstatement of the college entrance exams, she takes her child toward a much wider world. Riding the wave of the times, Deng Yuyuan works her way up to become a gaming tycoon and a cutting-edge scientist... Except — why are so many men fighting to be her cub's stepfather?

In her previous life, she took the wrong "white lotus" script, causing her to die a miserable death. Heaven has let her live again, so she shouldn't have to suffer the hardships of her past life once more! Feng Moxi sheds her weakness from her previous life. Making a new choice, she must fight! There are monsters! Kill them! There are scumbags! Eliminate them! With her meager strength, she picks up a Heavy Sword and forges a difficult path forward. Unexpectedly, that arrogant and reckless person who caused her no small amount of trouble along the way eventually becomes a comrade-in-arms to whom she can entrust her back, a companion for life. The sky fills with darkness, the Demon People emerge! The Heavenly Dao returns. One day, Feng Moxi is leisurely roasting beast meat by the river. Chaoyang, having just finished fighting a demon beast, sees the crumbs on her lips and immediately leans in. "Want some?" Chaoyang dazedly nodded his head. Suddenly, a piece of burnt beast meat is stuffed into his mouth. Chaoyang pulls Feng Moxi into his embrace, gently brushes the corner of her lips with his hand, and says, "You're mine!" Apocalypse + Cultivation + Doting Boyfriend