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Un reality show de supervivencia intergaláctica. ¿ESTÁS. LISTO?! Grey no lo estaba. No cuando ya tenía un cuchillo clavado en las tripas. Estaba aún menos listo cuando se despertó con una fuerte sensación de deja vu y el tiempo había retrocedido al inicio de su pesadilla. Y de alguna manera, estaba incluso menos listo que eso cuando volvió a ocurrir. Y otra vez. Grey estaba atrapado en un bucle temporal, asfixiado por los Productores que insistían en pintarlo como un loco exhibicionista, y rodeado de monstruos y traidores en cada esquina. Por desgracia, los brazos robóticos que debían aplicarle su Traje Nexis al principio de cada bucle no dejaban de fallar, por lo que no podía interactuar con el sistema de los Juegos Genesis. Sin sistema. Sin estadísticas. Sin recompensas. Al diablo si no se meaba sobre cada una de sus tumbas. [Advertencia. Gesto obsceno detectado] [Esta es tu primera advertencia. Si hay una segunda--] "¡JÓDANSE!" [Iniciando Prometeo...] [Bienvenido a Marco Titán]

Eu morri uma vez. Fui apedrejada até a morte por uma multidão porque uma garota bonita com uma auréola de heroína ficou com ciúmes da minha utilidade. A última coisa que ouvi foi a confissão dela... foi ela quem abriu os portões para deixar os zumbis entrarem e colocou a culpa em mim. Foi algo realmente tocante. A próxima coisa que soube foi que acordei em um pijama de seda com uma segunda chance. A questão de saber que o apocalipse está chegando é a seguinte: você se prepara. Esvaziei supermercados, roubei armas, enchi um armazenamento espacial com suprimentos suficientes para sobreviver ao fim do mundo. Também aprendi minha lição sobre poderes — eles drenam sua força vital, e não vou morrer duas vezes pelo privilégio de lançar vinhas por aí. Então, fiquei em casa na mansão que dividia com meu tutor e o chefe de segurança dele. Mas decidi seguir o último conselho que recebi na minha vida anterior: 'Fique em casa.' Feito. Não vou a lugar nenhum e ninguém vai conseguir me mover se eu não quiser. Infelizmente para mim, roubei a coisa errada nesta vida, e agora tenho outros dois homens na minha casa que acham que não sei o que estou fazendo. Quatro homens... um tutor bilionário, seu chefe de segurança, um negociante de armas e seu executor silencioso... todos tentaram me convencer a evacuar. Quando isso não funcionou, eles tentaram ir embora sem mim. Engraçado como as coisas funcionam quando você percebe que a única coisa estável em um mundo em colapso não vai se mexer. De repente, os planos de evacuação deles não importam mais. De repente, eles também vão ficar. Não estou aqui para salvar ninguém. Não sou a heroína. Sou apenas uma mulher que já sobreviveu a isso uma vez, e não estou interessada em repetir meus erros. Mas sobrevivência? Essa é a minha especialidade. E, pelo visto, sou a deles também, quer eu goste ou não.

Marco es un joven que trata de descubrir quién es tras olvidar la mayor parte de su vida a causa de un accidente. Con el tiempo comienza a experimentar sensaciones nuevas y extrañas para él que lo llevan en una jornada desenfrenada para descubrir qué tanto daño es capaz de hacer.

Suasana Gelisah yang masih menyelimuti perasaan Melly, "Aku harus bagaimana jika seperti ini, aku takut namun aku ingin disana, apa yang harus aku lakukan? Aku ingin mengecup keningnya untuk sekali saja, memegang tangannya untuk yang terakhir kalinya, aku ingin memeluk tubuhnya yang kekar untuk beberapa menit saja, namun apalah dayaku" Ucap mely sambil menangis disudut ruang Kuliah. Dengan suasana yang hening, tangisan Melly semakin menjadi, ditambah derasnya hujan diluar, Tiba-tiba datang sebuah cahaya dari luar kaca yang menampakkan seorang laki-laki yang gagah perkasa dengan lesung pipi di wajah dan berkata demikian "Lupakan yang membuat mu sakit, ohhhh ayo lahh, jangan takut untuk mencintai lagi dan jangan ganggu untuk melepaskan yang sudah menghianatimu, Banyak yang menyayangimu diluar sana" Seketika pria itu tiba-tiba hilang dengan cahaya terang yang menutupi penglihatan Melly saat itu. Dia pun kaget dengan sehelai sapu tangan tiba-tiba ada di tangannya yang bertuliskan "Aku akan selalu menemanimu"

and the story of a girl who becomes a fan of a singer

A ruthless mafia boss or better yet known as the king of underworld, he has it all, the fame, glory, power. But what happens when the ruthless and dangerous mafia king r better known as "the devil" finds attraction on a innocent girl who didn't knew until the time she is taken by HIM that this type of world also exists!! Well.... let's see what happens.

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?"

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

The first time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom died just as her bridal sedan chair arrived at his door. The second time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom was struck by lightning just as the auspicious hour arrived. Having been 'returned' twice, her ominous reputation spread throughout the surrounding villages, and it seemed she would be left on her family's hands. Her grandmother, who favored boys over girls, slapped her thighs and wailed, "What sins did I commit in my past life, that you can't even be sold for a single tael of silver!" Ji Huan: "...You might not believe this, but I'm destined for great fortune in the future." Yikes! There's a rule that "those who are unmarried by the age of seventeen will be assigned a husband by an official"? Not to worry, not to worry, I'll just find a fake husband to deal with it. That vagrant at the village entrance... if he cleans up, he's actually quite presentable. It'll be him!

She crashed her cheating fiancé's wedding in mourning attire and walked out with a marriage certificate from the most dangerous man in the city. Sparkle Gold thought she had it all: a booming agency, a loving fiancé, and a rising-star cousin she raised with her own hands. Then she woke up in a car speeding toward the ocean and overheard the two people she trusted most plotting her death. She survived. She kept the evidence. And she showed up at their wedding to reveal the truth! What she didn't expect? The owner of the Sanctus—cold, ruthless billionaire Evan Saint—dragging her straight to the marriage bureau. "You wrecked my banquet hall. Consider this your payment plan." Now publicly married to a man she once chased ten years ago, Sparkle has a new mission: destroy the people who stole her company, reclaim her place in the entertainment industry, and win Best Actress. --- He married her for leverage. She stayed for revenge. Neither expected to fall.