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For money, Jin Jumo "signed" herself to the business tycoon Rong Mochen, for a period of one year. Upon their first meeting, the man's voice was icy, "I like women who keep their place, understand?" "Yes." Jin Jumo nodded lightly. So, Jin Jumo always adhered to her place, tightly locking her heart away, never crossing the line. If there was anything in her relationship with Rong Mochen that Jin Jumo hadn't anticipated, it would be... --- "Mr. Rong, our contract expired a week ago." Jin Jumo lightly curved her lips, giving a smile that didn't reach her eyes as she looked at the man in front of her. "So?" "So, Mr. Rong, are you playing rogue now?" Jin Jumo gritted her teeth. "Hmm..." Rong Mochen frowned, leisurely raising his head to look at Jin Jumo, "Is my daughter behaving well in your belly?" "It's not even two months, how do you know it's definitely a daughter..." Wait... Jin Jumo's eyes widened in terror, she hadn't told him she was pregnant... Rumor had it, a car accident targeting Z City tycoon Rong Mochen resulted in the death of a seven-month-pregnant woman. Rumor had it, after the accident, the Rong Family's president underwent a drastic change, becoming ruthless and fierce from being coldly indifferent. Rumor had it, the person killed in the accident was the person closest to Rong Mochen's heart. --- Four years later. "Brother, do we really need to find a new boyfriend for Mommy?" The little bun bit his chubby fingers, looking at the little boy beside him who was slightly taller. "Yes." The boy squinted, his gaze coldly fixed on the televised global sensation of the Rong Family's president's luxurious engagement ceremony. "But didn't Brother say that the old man named Rong is our real dad?" Jin Jumo, who had just stepped into the house, was nearly collapsing inside. How did the two little guys know Rong Mochen was...

Strong? Handsome? Savage? Badass? It's all about the intelligence quotient, my friend. ———— PS: Mutation shouldn't be mistaken for enlightenment.

The first meeting was at a small bar. A friend nudged his arm, smiling somewhat suggestively: A woman like Daisy Ginger should be kept in a vase, constantly admired, and toyed with at any moment. At that time, she seemed to be drunk and was persuaded by her friend to take to the dance floor and perform a dance. He propped up his face, watching the glamorous woman with casual indifference under the dazzling lights. Daisy Ginger. The name is spicy enough. The figure. Also spicy enough. * Banyan City’s young Master Wen, afflicted with a severe illness, was deemed by doctors at birth to not live past the age of thirty. He lived capriciously up to the age of twenty-five, never imagining he’d encounter such a dilemma in his lifetime—if he were to die, what would happen to the little demon at home who creates chaos and mischief without his protection, and ends up bringing harm upon herself when he’s no longer there to shield her?

If one day, everyone becomes smaller, a piece of bread can be eaten for half a month, a bottle of Maotai can be drunk for several years, taking a bath with milk is no longer a dream, and driving a toy car around the house. Doesn’t it sound cool? However, cockroaches, mice, and even ants have become deadly threats. How can people protect themselves?

Su Qinglan sad med krydsede ben på græsset og holdt den mest buttede tigerunge, hun nogensinde havde set. “Nååh… Se nu dig,” hviskede hun og prikkede til dens lille næse. “Så sød, at jeg kunne spise dig...” En pludselig skygge tårnede sig op over hende. “Hvad er der så fantastisk ved denne stinkende unge?” spurgte en dyb, munter stemme. Hun blinkede op... og stivnede. Højt over hende stod en høj tiger-dyremand, hans gyldne øjne smalle i et dovent, rovdyragtigt smil. “Lad os få vores,” sagde han. Su Qinglans hjerne kortsluttede. … Vores? VORES?! Før hun kunne nå at bearbejde det, blev hun i næste øjeblik hejst op på hans brede skulder som en sæk korn og båret direkte mod hulen. Su Qinglan var så overrumplet af pludseligheden i det hele... at hun helt glemte at klage. *** Su Qinglans knæ slog mod hinanden, da hun stirrede op på den enorme slange. Dens kolde, røde øjne blev smalle, og dens tunge svippede ud for at smage på luften mellem dem. “S-Spis mig ikke,” stammede hun og krammede sig selv. “Jeg... jeg smager ikke godt... virkelig, jeg er senet og fuld af... øh... dårligt kolesterol.” Slangens hoved sænkede sig, til det kun var få centimeter fra hendes ansigt. Hendes ræveører spjættede vildt. Og så, før hun kunne nå at blinke... glimtede dens massive krop, skæl blev til solbrun hud og slanke muskler. Foran hende stod en mand så betagende smuk, at Su Qinglans stakkels ræveøjne løb i vand bare ved synet af ham. Su Qinglan sank en klump, og hendes hale buskede sig i panik. “Jeg... jeg...” Hendes stemme knækkede. Okay, nyt problem... slangen er hot. Hun klemte øjenene i. “Hvis du... hvis du virkelig vil...” røg det ud af hende, mens hendes ansigt brændte, “...s-så kan du... tage mig.” *** Det ene øjeblik kæmpede Su Qinglan mod zombiekongen af al sin magt. Bum! Det næste vågnede hun op i en bizar bæstverden... i kroppen på en doven, forkælet, fed lokal tyran, som alle hadede. Den “oprindelige” Su Qinglan havde været en arrogant, intrigant skurkinde, der brugte sine dage på at mobbe svagere beastkvinder, jage smukke hanner og terrorisere stammens børn. Nu, takket være skæbnens forskruede humor, havde Qinglan arvet kroppen og det dårlige rygte. Men helt ærligt? At være fed i en bæstverden var stadig bedre end at sulte i apokalypsen. Her kunne hun i det mindste spise. Det eneste problem? I denne verden var mænd ikke bare mænd, de var dyremænd. Høje, stærke, farlige... Og tilsyneladende blev enhver beastkvinde forventet at have flere ægtemænd. Hvad var hagen? Den “oprindelige” Qinglans narrestreger havde skræmt enhver anstændig han væk inden for en radius af ti mil. Bevæbnet med sine apokalyptiske overlevelsesinstinkter, en skarp tunge og et mystisk system, der pludselig blev aktiveret... "Binder til vært…" "Tillykke, vært, med din vellykkede ankomst til bæstverdenen." Qinglan besluttede, at hun ikke ville græde over skæbnen. Hvis hun skulle bo her, så ville hun leve stort, bogstaveligt talt.

When she discovered the reason Julian Sinclair adopted her, it marked the beginning of him pushing her into the abyss with his own hands. She was most afraid of being abandoned, yet in the end, she was abandoned by him. He was most afraid of losing control, yet time and again, he went crazy for her. Julian Sinclair: "Promise me, never trust anyone, including me."

Ava, a hardworking young girl, finds herself in a real dilemma after her mother, a drug addict, took out a large loan from loan sharks and fled, leaving Ava to clean up her mess. Ava has one week to pay off her mother's debts or she will be forced to become a mistress to the loan shark, which forces her to sell her virginity to Mason. Mason, on the other hand, wants more than just her virginity; he wants her to be his wife.

Nathaniel Adikusuma secara sembunyi- sembunyi menjalin hubungan dengan sesama pria sejak dirinya menempuh pendidikan di new york. Khawatir akan penolakan dari orang- orang terdekatnya ia pun menutupi jati dirinya tersebut. Sekembaliannya ke kampung halaman Nathan langsung dihadapkan dengan kedinginan keluarga yang memang sejak dulu dirasakannya. Hingga ia harus bertemu Maxime Nandara, sosok yang dikenalnya secara terpaksa hanya karena kesamaannya sebagai calon pewaris tahta. Nathan yang diharuskan orangtuanya untuk selalu bersikap ramah pun akhirnya tak dapat membendung kekesalannya pada Max yang mulai ikut campur dalam permasalah keluarga dan percintaannya. Semua bertambah rumit saat hubungan persahabatan dan cintanya yang saling membentur satu sama lain. Max yang seperti tak gentar untuk mendekatinya pun membuat hatinya sedikit goyah. Akankah Nathan akan tetap setia dengan Rian Fahreza, kekasihnya sejak awal itu? Ataukah pesona Max yang begitu dominant hingga malah bisa membuatnya berpaling? Ataukah Nathan lebih memilih menjadi anak baik dengan menikahi seorang gadis?!

Jin Yeong was just another office worker—forgettable, unremarkable, and stuck in a life that never went anywhere. He wasn’t strong. He wasn’t talented. In a world of ambition, he was just… there. Then, the sky cracked open. A voice echoed across the world, mocking humanity’s weakness. A system was given. A chance to survive. People awakened powerful abilities—fire, lightning, super strength. Jin got this: [Limitless Weapon Mastery] "Any weapon you wield is used at its maximum potential." No fire. No magic. No enhancements. Just a simple skill? But soon he and the world will learn a simple truth: It’s not about what you wield. It’s about how you wield it.

[WARNING : MATURE CONTENT] Every each person holds a dark and deep secret in their hands. And hers is a crime. ... Veda Ambrose, a supermodel who has gained both fame and wealth. She is a dream that every man desires and every woman craves to be. But who would have thought a perfect woman like her has been veiling the bitter secret in her palm the whole time? She messed with the wrong person in the past. Veda Ambrose committed a murder. A crime which she could never run away from forever. She even changed her name, moved her house and switched her car, just to hide from that perilous man, Edward Gable. Unintentionally, she killed his lover. It was not purposely. It was a mistake. But what she had done could not be changed. So she got an option to run away from him only. Still, he managed to discover her always. Not to mention the fact that Edward Gable is one of the crime lords. Now he has appeared in front of her after five years. He has come to make her repay for the crime she has wronged. However, Veda Ambrose refuses the fate and asks for help from another man instead. The man who can rescue her only in this tough situation, Lucius Ford.