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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)

Olivia Chen has spent three years building her reputation as the perfect student council candidate at Westridge University-disciplined, dedicated, and determined to win. But when cocky business major Ethan Brooks throws his name into the race with nothing but charm and a reckless grin, she knows he's just another obstacle to overcome. After a heated public debate goes viral, the university administration forces them into an impossible situation: work together on the Fall Festival committee or forfeit their campaigns. What starts as bitter cooperation turns into a dangerous game when a drunken bet leads to a fake dating scheme designed to boost both their images. The rules are simple-no real feelings, no crossing lines. But some rules are made to be broken. As late-night planning sessions turn into stolen glances and staged kisses start feeling too real, Olivia realizes she's falling for the one person she swore to beat. But when secrets from Ethan's past threaten to destroy everything they've built, she'll have to decide: is winning the election worth losing the person who's made her feel truly alive?

Class E of Kings' and Queens' High School are in senior year at last. In few months time the School King and Queen will be elected.... " Ashton, forget her, you can be School King without winning her over." " If she's a challenge, I'll gladly take on that challenge." " You've got four months to win her over." " Alright it's a bet"

"I’m going to ruin you…" "Just like you ruined me." At only 19 years old, Vex had everything; Money. Power. Followers. As Jackal, Vex controlled one of the biggest and most profitable businesses to date: Dragon Races. Yet before he realizes it, Vex loses not only his crown but also every single thing he has achieved throughout the years. All because of one person; the pretty and noble Alantra Harris. After he barely manages to escape, Vex is forced to forsake his life as Jackal. Yet when the opportunity arrives, Vex realizes there is one more option for him. Sweet vengeance, best-served cold.

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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.

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 ...

[Warning: Contains mature and explicit content] Mumbai to London changes everything. Behind her quiet escape lies a storm—secrets, control, and a past she refuses to carry any longer. Determined to rebuild her life, Tara enrolls at London Business School, choosing independence over obedience… even if it means leaving behind the people who still quietly protect her from afar. London was supposed to be a fresh start. Instead, it becomes the beginning of something far more dangerous. On her very first night out, a simple accident—spilled wine, a borrowed t-shirt—leads her to Alisha Wilson: bold, magnetic, and completely unpredictable. Half-British, half-Indian, and entirely untouchable, Alisha is everything Tara avoids—reckless, charming, and emotionally unavailable. And yet… impossible to ignore. What Tara doesn’t know? Alisha didn’t approach her out of kindness. It started as a bet. A game between friends. A challenge to win over the quiet, guarded girl who clearly didn’t belong in her world. But games have consequences. Because Tara isn’t as fragile as she seems. And Alisha isn’t as unaffected as she pretends. What begins as a careless challenge slowly turns into obsession… Boundaries blur. Walls crumble. Feelings get messy. And somewhere between lies and late-night conversations— One will break. One will beg. And one will have to decide… if love is worth losing everything for.

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?"