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[Reifer Inhalt, keine Vergewaltigung] Alles, was es brauchte, war, eine Regel zu brechen, die sie nicht hätte tun sollen. Er war der böse Junge mit den Tattoos. Sie war das brave Mädchen mit der Brille, und sie gehörte ihm. - Als Julianne Winters beschließt, in das Studentenwohnheim der renommierten Universität zu ziehen, hat sie alles geplant, um ihren Abschluss zu machen und den Ort zu verlassen. Doch ihr Plan gerät schnell ins Wanken, als der Blick von Roman Moltenore aus der Abschlussklasse auf ihr landet. Und seine Erscheinung schreit nichts anderes als TROUBLE. "Welche Regeln?" fragte Julianne stirnrunzelnd, als sie die Seite durchlas. Sie war sich sicher, dass sie auf der Website keine Regeln für den Campus gefunden hatte. # 4. Keine Handys benutzen. # 12. Studenten sollten sich nach elf Uhr nachts nicht mehr außerhalb des Campus aufhalten. Je weiter sie las, desto bizarrer wurde es. Ihre Freundin blätterte um und zeigte dann auf die letzte Regel Nr. 29. Höre auf Roman Moltenore. "Das ist erfunden. Schau, die letzte ist sogar mit Bleistift geschrieben." Julianne konnte nicht glauben, dass ihre Freundin aus dem Nachbarschlafsaal dachte, sie würde darauf hereinfallen. "Und kein Telefon?" "Es ist wichtig, dass du dich an alle Regeln hältst. Vor allem Nummer neunundzwanzig", sagte das Mädchen in einem ernsten Ton. "Denk daran, dich nicht mit Roman einzulassen. Solltest du ihn zufällig sehen, laufe in die andere Richtung. Es gibt einen Grund, warum das hier aufgeschrieben ist." Angesichts der Regeln auf dem Campus greift sie darauf zurück, ihrem Onkel handgeschriebene Briefe zu schicken. Aber wer hätte gedacht, dass sie in den Händen eines anderen landen würden!

``` —Solo bastó con romper una regla que no se suponía que debía —Él era el chico malo con tatuajes. Ella era la chica buena con gafas, y ella era suya. —Cuando Julianne Winters decide mudarse al dormitorio de la prestigiosa Universidad, ella tiene todo planeado para poder terminar su graduación y dejar el lugar. Pero su plan comienza a incendiarse desde el momento en que la mirada de Roman Moltenore de último año se posa en ella. Y su apariencia no grita nada más que PROBLEMAS. —¿Qué reglas? —preguntó Julianne con el ceño fruncido mientras leía la página. Estaba segura de que no había visto ninguna regla del campus mencionada en su sitio web. # 4. Prohibido usar teléfonos móviles. # 12. Los estudiantes no deben deambular fuera del campus después de las once de la noche. Cuanto más leía, más extraño resultaba ser. Su amiga pasó la página y luego señaló la última regla # 29. Escucha a Roman Moltenore. —Esto está inventado. Mira, la última incluso está escrita a lápiz —Julianne no podía creer que su amiga del dormitorio de al lado pensara que caería en eso. ¿Y sin teléfono? —Es importante que cumplas con todas las reglas. Especialmente con la número veintinueve —dijo la chica con tono serio—. Recuerda no involucrarte con Roman. Si llegas a verlo, corre en la dirección opuesta. Hay una razón por la que está escrita aquí. Con las reglas del campus, ella recurre a enviar cartas manuscritas a su tío. ¡Pero quién iba a saber que terminarían en manos de alguien más! ```

'Ketika Julianne Winters memutuskan untuk pindah ke asrama Universitas yang terkenal, dia memiliki segalanya yang sudah direncanakan agar dia bisa menyelesaikan kelulusannya dan meninggalkan tempat itu. Namun rencananya dengan cepat hancur ketika pandangan Roman Moltenore dari tahun terakhir tertuju padanya. Dan penampilannya tidak menunjukkan apa-apa selain MASALAH. "Aturan apa?" tanya Julianne dengan alis terangkat saat membaca halaman itu. Dia yakin tidak melihat adanya aturan kampus yang disebutkan di situs web mereka. # 4. Dilarang menggunakan ponsel. # 12. Mahasiswa dilarang berkeliaran di luar kampus setelah pukul sebelas malam. Semakin dia membaca, semakin aneh jadinya. Temannya membalik halaman dan kemudian menunjuk ke aturan terakhir # 29. Dengarkan Roman Moltenore. "Ini dibuat-buat. Lihat, aturan terakhir bahkan ditulis dengan pensil." Julianne tidak percaya teman dari kamar sebelahnya berpikir dia akan tertipu olehnya. "Dan tidak ada ponsel?" "Penting bagi kamu untuk mematuhi semua aturan. Terutama nomor dua puluh sembilan," kata gadis itu dengan nada serius. "Ingatlah untuk tidak terlibat dengan Roman. Jika kebetulan kamu melihatnya, larilah ke arah yang berlawanan. Ada alasan kenapa ini dituliskan di sini." Dengan aturan kampus, dia beralih mengirim surat tulisan tangan kepada pamannya. Tapi siapa sangka itu bakal jatuh ke tangan orang lain!'

[Voksenindhold. Ingen voldtægt] 'Det eneste, der skulle til, var at bryde en enkelt regel, som hun ikke måtte' Han var den slemme fyr med tatoveringer. Hun var den pæne pige med briller, og hun var hans. — Da Julianne Winters beslutter sig for at flytte ind på kollegiet på det anerkendte universitet, har hun planlagt alt, så hun kan færdiggøre sin uddannelse og forlade stedet. Men hendes plan går hurtigt op i røg, fra det øjeblik Roman Moltenore fra sidste årgang får øje på hende. Og hans udseende skriger intet andet end PROBLEMER. "Hvilke regler?" spurgte Julianne med en rynket pande, mens hun læste siden igennem. Hun var sikker på, at hun ikke havde set nogen regler for campus nævnt på deres hjemmeside. # 4. Ingen brug af mobiltelefoner. # 12. Studerende må ikke færdes uden for campus efter klokken elleve om aftenen. Jo længere hun læste, jo mere bizarre viste de sig at være. Hendes veninde vendte siden og pegede så på den sidste regel # 29. Lyt til Roman Moltenore. "Det her er opdigtet. Se, den sidste er endda skrevet med blyant." Julianne kunne ikke tro, at hendes veninde fra kollegieværelset ved siden af troede, at hun ville falde for det. "Og ingen telefon?" "Det er vigtigt, at du overholder alle reglerne. Især nummer niogtyve," sagde pigen i en alvorlig tone. "Husk ikke at involvere dig med Roman. Hvis du skulle se ham, så løb i den modsatte retning. Der er en grund til, at det står skrevet her." På grund af campussets regler tyr hun til at sende håndskrevne breve til sin onkel. Men hvem vidste, at de ville ende i en andens hænder!

[Mature Content. No Rape] 'All it took was breaking one rule that she was not supposed to' He was the bad boy with tattoos. She was the good girl with glasses, and she was his. — When Julianne Winters decides to move to the dormitory of the reputed University, she has everything planned so that she can complete her graduation and leave the place. But her plan is quick to catch fire from the moment the eyes of Roman Moltenore from senior year lands on her. And his appearance screams nothing but TROUBLE. "What rules?" Julianne asked with a frown as she read through the page. She was sure she hadn't seen any rules of the campus mentioned on their website. # 4. No using cell phones. # 12. Students should not roam outside the campus after eleven in the night. The further she read, the more bizarre it turned out to be. Her friend turned the page and then pointed at the last rule # 29. Listen to Roman Moltenore. "This is made up. Look, the last one is even written in pencil." Julianne couldn't believe that her friend from the next dorm thought she would fall for it. "And no phone?" "It is important you abide by all the rules. Especially number twenty nine," said the girl in a serious tone. "Remember not to get involved with Roman. If you happened to see him, run in the other direction. There is a reason why it is written down here." With the rules of the campus, she resorts to sending handwritten letters to her uncle. But who knew it would end up in someone else’s hand! 

[Contenuto maturo. Nessuna violenza sessuale] 'È bastato infrangere una regola che non avrebbe dovuto' Lui era il ragazzo cattivo con i tatuaggi. Lei era la brava ragazza con gli occhiali, e lei era sua. — Quando Julianne Winters decide di trasferirsi nel dormitorio della rinomata Università, ha pianificato tutto in modo da poter completare la sua laurea e lasciare il posto. Ma il suo piano prende fuoco rapidamente dal momento in cui gli occhi di Roman Moltenore dell'ultimo anno si posano su di lei. E il suo aspetto non urla altro che GUAI. "Quali regole?" Julianne chiese con un cipiglio mentre leggeva la pagina. Era sicura di non aver visto alcuna regola del campus menzionata sul loro sito web. # 4. Nessun utilizzo di telefoni cellulari. # 12. Gli studenti non devono vagare fuori dal campus dopo le undici di notte. Più leggeva, più risultava bizzarro. La sua amica girò la pagina e poi indicò l'ultima regola # 29. Ascolta Roman Moltenore. "Questo è inventato. Guarda, l'ultima è persino scritta a matita." Julianne non poteva credere che la sua amica del dormitorio accanto pensasse che ci sarebbe cascata. "E niente telefono?" "È importante che tu rispetti tutte le regole. Specialmente la numero ventinove," disse la ragazza con un tono serio. "Ricordati di non coinvolgerti con Roman. Se dovessi vederlo, corri nella direzione opposta. C'è un motivo per cui è scritto qui." Con le regole del campus, decide di inviare lettere scritte a mano a suo zio. Ma chi avrebbe mai immaginato che sarebbero finite nelle mani di qualcun altro!

The Crown Prince Naxzi Thower Mier, was shot by an arrow. Afterwards, he became a paralyzed, eyesore Crown Prince. His father doesn't particulary hate him, he was only devastated when he found out that he wouldn't be able to walk again. As it was, he was still the Crown Prince, but he knew that once his father found a better option, he would kill him and throw his somewhere anyone wouldn't be able to see him. And as if written by the stars, the oldest daughter of General Zyndellia, Sencha Ahua Zyndellia, who was known as someone monster for having a different power among everyone in her family, was arranged marriage to the 'Useless Crown Prince' of the Empire. The Emperor was happy that at last, the two useless people found each other and he wouldn't bother thinking about the Crown Prince's marriage. But what if, "Crown Prince, everyone had left. Do you have any appointments?" "Let's go out." The Crown Prince was only acting that up until now he was still paralyzed! What will be the reactions if everyone were to find out about that secret? "Miss Sencha, your father had left." Sencha wore her mask and fled away. Two anonymous heroes met each other and oblivious of their relationship. Would the cold Hero Min open up to cute Hero Lanlan? Two people crossed each other's paths. Would they be able to open up to each other and unveiled their secrets to one another? Would they be able to overcome and face the struggles between the Emperor, Officials and their own family? *** "Husband, I really love your face!" "You do? That's good." "How about my face? Don't I look pretty?" "Of course. You are my wife-" "Ah! I know, I shall exert more effort so you would fall for me!" A man who had fallen in love with her before they got married, and a woman who thinks that her husband needs to see that she was sincere before he says that he also likes her. What could be their history that she doesn't remember? Was it a good or a painful one? [Cover: From Pinterest; CTTO] === Author's Note: Check out my other two books! AFTER I TOOK OFF MY TIARA - COMPLETED LATER IN YEARS OF TIME - ONGOING

Noel... Hollywood's beloved A-list darling... has two secrets: 1. He's gay. 2. He plans to retire after his final film and finally live openly for the first time in his life. But fate has never liked him. During the final scene of his tragic romance movie, the heroine is supposed to pretend to stab him. Instead... she grabs the wrong knife. A real one. Thanks to that, Noel dies on set. And wakes up inside the very movie he was filming. Now reborn as Noel Hartwell, the spoiled youngest son of a wealthy noble family in a European-styled 1900s world, he quickly realises two things: One: He is engaged to Evelina... the same obsessive heroine who murdered him, the male lead, in the film. Two: He absolutely refuses to die for romance a second time. Breaking the engagement should solve everything... except his new family won't allow it, Evelina falls even more violently in love with him, and the scripts of both fate and insanity seem determined to drag him to the same bloody ending. And then there are the men. THE MEN!!! Noel just wanted a calm retirement. A peaceful life. Maybe even a normal romantic relationship with a man... something he was never brave enough to pursue before in his original life. Instead, he gets a death flag... infested engagement, four dangerously attractive men circling him for reasons he does NOT understand, and a story that keeps twisting the harder he tries to escape it. He refuses to die like the original male lead. He refuses to follow the script. And he definitely refuses to fall in love with anyone who could stab him in the future. This time, Gay Romeo isn't dying for anybody. Not the heroine. Not fate. And especially not for some brooding hot guys with unfair shoulders and massive weapons of destruction under their zippers But he might accidentally seduce half the cast while trying not to.

"Bagiku, pernyataan cinta itu tak penting. Yang penting action!"balas Raave enteng. Tersenyum angkuh. Aira Harsena Lou, gadis manis, polos dan pendiam pemilik Toko Buku, yang menderita penyakit serius. Bertemu dengan Raave Pranaja, lelaki berparas rupawan nan mempesona. Seorang CEO Perusahaan IT paling tersohor seantero Negeri. Awalnya Raave hanya menganggap Aira, sarana uji coba Tekhnologi ciptaannya. Namun semua berubah, oleh sebuah kejadian yang seolah meluluh lantakkan hatinya. Jatuh cintakah, Lelaki yang selama ini dikenal Angkuh dan Dingin itu, pada seorang gadis polos yang sedang berjuang melawan penyakitnya? Masalah apa yang akan menanti mereka kemudian?

Slowburn espionage - this is NOT made for the algorithm. [not-LitRPG / not-isekai / not-cultivation] SYNOPSIS: In this ever-changing world built on conspiracy and technological ambition, where governments, corporations, and mafias claw for dominance, Felix is the Golden Lion’s engineered weapon — the first step in humanity’s forced evolution. Guided by their mantra to “protect the peace,” he moves through the underworld’s shifting alliances and hidden agendas, confronting criminals and companies alike, in this constant game of masks and mirrors.