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Nothing would have prepared Rhiannon Clark for what she was about to witness on that fateful night. "Why are you asking me why? Isn’t it obvious or should I tell you?” Kaylee asked. Her stepsister’s word hit her like a brick making her world spin in circles, unable to believe her eyes as she tasted the face of betrayal from the two closest people in her life. she stared up at her fiancées face, silently hoping he’d step up to her and tell her all this was all but a prank. He not only did not even look at her but also sneered and showed him his true face. They locked her up in the house and set it on fire. “Help me...” came the faint whisper as she looked up at the man towering above her. “Anyt... I’ll give anything in return...please...” She passed out. "Sir, what should we do?" the driver asked. The man who had been seated at the back seat got out of the car and walked towards her. "Don't regret what you have said when you wake up!" Rhiannon Sander had to keep her word as she vowed to make the scumbags regret everything they did to her!

Strange talk, a strange thing that uses cognition as food, information as weapon, and information as currency. They are neither living nor dead, existing in the lore of men, living in the shadows of the world. "Does this mean that I will become a monster?" In ancient times, they were worshiped as gods and powerful according to their beliefs. "Then I am a god!" In ancient times, they were feared as monsters and fed on fear. "I will become the master of ghost stories!" But under the scouring of the times, they gradually disappeared, leaving only paragraphs of texts that were regarded as nonsense. "It is my duty to recast the glory of the ghost story." But you are not a ghost story, um, not a human being either. "Well, it's considered a success if you become a monster." (china novel not mine. repost)

I woke up in the body of a villainess destined to die miserably—the adopted heiress about to be disowned for a crime she didn’t commit. But I have two advantages the original Cassandra never had: I’ve read this novel before. And a mysterious System just offered me impossible paths to success. They call me a villain? Perfect. I’ll be the villain who conquers the world. With an Angelic Voice, songs from another universe no one here has heard, and pure determination, I’ll completely rewrite my destiny—one viral hit at a time. The protagonist can collect his harem. I’ll build my empire. After all, revenge isn’t a dish served cold. It’s served on stages, with millions watching.

Sameera a young nurse, arrives to take care of an ailing bedridden elderly lady, Mrs. Malik in a desolate house. The former is needy, clutching at a reluctant lover Guddu the latter, a stunner in her time.[7] The lady's son is supposed to be taking care of the old mother for the duration between the change of nurses, but he is not around. Mrs. Malik tells Sameera that her son is sleeping in the next room, but no one is there. Later, it is revealed that her son never turned up and she died of starvation three days ago. As the camera moves away from Sameera, she stares blankly into the distance with a knowing look in her eyes. The viewers are left wondering if the ghost of Mrs Malik has inhibited Sameera's body.

Some say that officialdom is a game of power, full of deception and scheming, more sinister than the underworld. Liu Fusheng believes that officialdom is a game of emotion and law, black and white, truth and lies, and is the righteous path of the world. In his previous life, he was submissive and only sought stability, but was framed and died in depression. In his new life, he ...

When Arun is summoned to another world, he receives an F-rank class no one wants — Archivist. No combat skills. No magic. No weapons. Just a system inventory that can’t store items. Instead, it logs conditions. Fatigue. Fear. Pain. Bleeding. Emotions others can’t see — or control. At first, Arun uses it only to survive. Removing fear to stand up. Suppressing pain to keep moving. Logging injuries before they kill him. But as he experiments, he discovers something terrifying: Conditions can be reapplied. Transferred. Amplified. Combined. While others grow stronger through levels and skills, Arun grows dangerous through understanding. And the more he uses the system in ways it wasn’t designed for… …the more the system starts watching him back. A slow-burn weak-to-strong progression fantasy where power doesn’t come from killing monsters — but from mastering the invisible states that control everyone else.

A scientist have successfully invented a portal to another world. What would his story be like?

In a world divided by hate,control,and segregation. Who will rise up and defend the weak? Save the poor? Dethrone the government? Abi is only trying to be a good girl for mother. Will she betray her teachings? Will she join the rebellion? With her crazy vision and words from friends, she is more confused then ever. No longer care free or full of ignorance. Will Abi stand by and do nothing?

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My corpus luteum ruptured, and my life hung by a thread. My husband, however, was in the adjacent hospital room, meticulously caring for the "white moonlight" of his heart, who just had a cold. My heart finally died. I slammed a divorce agreement in front of him and resolutely walked away. …… Later, as suitors blossomed around me, he was driven mad with jealousy. He tried every trick in the book to cut off my romantic prospects, grabbing my wrist domineeringly, “Holly Sinclair, I never signed the divorce papers. You are still my wife. You dare to cheat on me? Just you try!” And then, pinning me in a dark corner, he whimpered his confession in my ear, “Wifey, I was wrong. Please don't leave me. You are the real white moonlight of my heart…”