successful sweep stories

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)

it was a pain full story and last was a very impressive

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.

One is her father’s commerce accomplice. The other is her brother’s enemy…Before Sawyer Religious administrator, I was guiltless. He was my coach and my father’s trade accomplice. He was never implied to be my lover.The to begin with time Sawyer touched me, I was twenty-three. It felt great to do something taboo and off-base. I needed to be wrathful for a change.Between us lived a billion privileged insights, a billion stolen looks, and a billion lies.I was a trick. Sawyer was as heartless as the rest of them. I never implied to drop in adore with him, however he had this exceptional control over me. I would have given him anything. He was my to begin with cherish, my to begin with foe, and the to begin with man to break my heart.But he might not break me. And presently that somebody else has come along, he’s changing the rules of the diversion.

Kill a man. Get paid. Don't ask questions. Vince's life in Celda City is simple. But when his latest target turns the tables, Vince wakes up a prisoner of Adam Silver, head of a black-ops corporate division. Silver offers a deal: become his weapon, avenge a fallen mentor, and get rich. The catch? Everything Silver says is a lie. Forced into a fake family with two other lost souls, Vince must navigate a web of corporate betrayal where the only truth is the bond forming between them—a bond that will be tested when they discover the real enemy is the man who created them.

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 ...

Lin Feng transmigrated into the world of cultivation, becoming the lowest-level Spirit Farmer in the Profound Heaven Sect. Each month, nine-tenths of his spirit field harvest was extorted. His gravely ill sister had no medicine for a cure. On the brink of death, he bound the **Bountiful Harvest System. While others needed a decade of bitter cultivation, he only needed to plant one acre of spirit rice. When his supreme-grade spirit rice shocked the entire sect, and the Alchemy Hall Elder knelt begging for seeds... The steward who once bullied him knelt in the mud of the field ridges, **kissing dirt** in abject apology. During the Sect Grand Competition, spirit vines he casually tossed out shredded the magical treasures of prodigious talents. In the Immortal-Demon War, a hundred thousand demonic soldiers were drowned in a sea of man-eating flowers. Immortal Realm overlords recoiled in terror upon discovering that the humble farmer with a hoe over his shoulder... ...had planted his spirit plant warriors across countless worlds!

The path of True Love is never smooth. That goes double if you're an underage boy in love with a rampanatly sexual Dominant who just happens to run a hair salon. Trenton Vittelli meets Clive when he is only fourteen, just beginning to awaken to his own sexuality. Love at first sight, at least on Trenton's part. Clive isn't exacty uninterested, but his scruples are toughter than the leather he wears, and he won't touch the boy till he's of age. In the meantime, Clive encourages Trenton to explore the world, and life. On a trip to Paris, there are some very unpleasant results. Will Trenton and Clive finally find true happiness? As Clive would say: "Good God, Precious, I'm not going to tell you! Read the damn thing."

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"