vedal and camilla

Camilla Smith lost the most precious memories of him and moved on without looking back. Her family decided to help her bury that past so she wouldn't suffer again. Chris Huntsman the man she had left in her past had laid his eyes on her again and this time he wasn't ready to let her go like the last time. Her memories had gone but her heart and body still remembered his touch and Chris was ready to bring back his old Camilla. The love between a well-known chef and a billionaire heir.

Nevetharine's memory about her former life has eluded her ever since she first woke up in Vudreigh, an evil fortress in the charge of the sorcerer, Magnus the Mad. With Magnus planning to unleash swarms of demonic armies on the dead, barren world that is Narana, it all looks hopeless for any human race that might have survived his torment. But Nevetharine soon discovers that Celestial Souls, powerful beings that control much of the universe, are more than just a legend. With the encouragement of her best friend and the help of a strange woman known as "the Witch", she is led on an adventure to seek out the Celestial Souls and their aid. She is particularly interested in the Soul responsible for the wellbeing of Narana. Why has she stopped supporting life on the world? Why hasn't she fought against Magnus? Has she lost her interest in humanity? This journey will lead her to discover the truth about the Souls - and about herself - that has been hidden from her memory...

This is the tale of Camilla of Roy.

They said the gods had turned their faces from Vael Thareth, and in the quiet that followed, the Vexelyrs learned to pray to themselves. Maevor’s prayer was forged of steel and dragonbone, and he spoke it in every language of war. In the markets of Nyxmere, his name was traded like a coin — not spent lightly, for fear it might be heard. To the court, he was a weapon too sharp to sheath; to his enemies, a tide that left only ruin. Yet even the cruelest tide can be caught by a single shore. She had no crown. No sigil. Only a voice like twilight and the unflinching gaze of someone who had survived far worse than him. It should have been nothing. It became everything. And when Maevor Vexelyr wanted something, the world had a habit of burning.

Angela grew up in the streets where they lived in a tin shack behind the railway line. She lived with her grandmother who had taken care of her since her parents died in an accident when she was barely two years old. The only thing she had left from her parents was a beautiful locket that Angela never removed from her neck. The only person who had ever seen it was her grandmother who insisted that she should never reveal the locket to anyone. When she asked her why, her grandmother told her it was for their safety. The streets had taught her that to survive she had to fight her way through anything she wanted; nothing came easily for people like her. One day she bumped into a rich, handsome greek god who takes her on a journey full of mystery, myth, fairy tales and drama.

At 26, a young man looks back on a life that tried to break him but instead forged him. Raised in a destitute home, where survival came before dreams, he discovered early that his mind was his escape. From primary school through high school, he was a quiet genius, impressing teachers while hiding hunger, fear, and longing behind borrowed smiles. A sponsored bursary carried him to the University of Cape Town, a world far removed from where he came from. But brilliance alone was not enough. Pressure, identity loss, and poverty followed him there. Slowly, the boy who once led classrooms began failing exams and doubting himself. Eventually, he walked away from university, carrying shame heavier than his suitcase. Only one person never walked away from him; Thando, his lover, anchor, and believer. While the world measured success in degrees, she measured it in courage. Through rejection, empty pockets, and broken confidence, she stayed. Choosing writing over despair, he turned pain into pages. What began as survival became purpose. Through many setbacks, he rose into one of the country’s best-selling authors, proving that sometimes the story you fail to live becomes the story you were born to tell.

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This shit has been removed my friends and uploaded on another account. The book's still there though, with the same name.

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?"

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"