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Book 3 of the "Alexander the Caracal" Series When Alexander comes face to face with the lynx that roams the estate that he calls home, the caracal finds himself wounded and experiencing things he never could have conceived possible.

When 98 demons slaughter the knight who protected his coop, Clucksworth — a humble chicken — awakens a power stitched from grief. Armed with a plush lance, cotton armor, and a toy horse, he sets out to avenge his fallen master. Cute? Yes. Deadly? Absolutely.

Zephyr, daughter of Mercy Gold and Luke King, forges her own path as an elite assassin. Despite being a CEO, like her parents, she also happens to be a very good lawyer. Queen of the Underground, she’s neck deep in shady crap, but she has her own set of morals and never crosses her set lines. She knows what she wants and she goes directly for it. Shameless and brazen, she’s the world’s best lawyer. But those two traits can only get her so far before she has to realize that it’s okay to slow down sometimes. Raphael Robinson is Deputy Chief of the Police Force. His father is the Chief. Raphael is a calm, patient, and extremely moral man. He’s very good at his job. But when he gets assigned to find the Queen of the Underworld, does he take it? Yes! Of course! The rumors were that the old Queen stepped down for her daughter, but will looking for the new Queen be any easier? Nope! However, Raphael will not give up. When Zephyr falls head over heels for the man pursuing her criminal identity, what does she do? She helps him of course! Leading him in circles while slowly making him fall in love with her! The perfect plan! But with people and hidden organizations targeting both their families, do these two have time to find themselves? Find the threats not just around them... but in them? With a prophecy hanging over Zephyr’s head, and partial will taken from Raphael.... Let’s just say it won’t be easy... *** A shadow... An assassin... Eyes cold as ice and glacier-blue... Swift movements atop buildings... Jumping... Running... Ready. One person defined as many things. Merciful not among the list. Through the alleys, a man was running... Panting... Praying... Caught. *** “Well,” Zephyr said, smiling, “all it took was an accident and some amnesia, but you finally fell for me.” Raphael sighed, smiling as well. “Yes, and I promise I’ll never leave you.” “Oh, I’m not worried about that,” she said, walking towards him. “I’d be worried about what happens when I catch you TRYING.”

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?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

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—"

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?"

"You should get up from where you fell down. Wifey, don't you want to hold your head high and show off in front of them in this life?" the man whispered close to the woman's ear, his tone full of temptation. "Are you really that kind?" The woman took a wary step back, completely unwilling to fall for it: "Those people aren't just anybody. Aren't they your dearest parents and siblings?" "Wifey, I am clear on who is close to me and who is distant. From now on, you and the children are the ones dearest to me." A pained look flashed in the man's eyes; it took him a lifetime and a painful price to finally understand—if he himself doesn't know how to fiercely protect his own wife and children, how can he expect others to hold them in any regard? This is actually a story where both the male and female leads are reborn, one after the other, and the male lead, after learning from his painful experience, ultimately undergoes a Cultivation to become a "loyal dog." With a spatial dimension and a superpower, see how Gu Nuan Nuan brings her mother along for a magnificent reversal in this life!

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.

Gu Shengsheng transmigrates into a parallel world and wakes up as the long-lost “real daughter” of the Gu family—brought back solely to bring good fortune to the powerful Lu family through a ceremonial marriage. Just when she thinks she’s been dealt the worst possible hand, she unexpectedly binds to an [Appraisal System] and unlocks an attribute panel. From that moment on, her life turns legendary. Day One. At a livestreamed stone-gambling event, she casually picks out a top-grade jadeite that even seasoned experts overlooked—earning three hundred thousand in a single day. Day Two. Digging through scrap metal at a junk market, she uncovers a rusted teapot artifact. After restoring it, she sells it for three million. Day Three. At a flea market, she buys an old Nokia phone on a whim. The memory card contains footage of a crime. She helps solve the case and receives a ten million reward. Day Four. Dragged into the lawless borderlands, she appraises treasures and rakes in three hundred million. Along the way, she uses the System to rescue hundreds of trafficked victims—and wipes out the criminal syndicate behind it all. Day Five. She travels across foreign lands, retrieving stolen cultural relics and sending them back home. Day Six. She establishes her own private museum. — Just as her life reaches new heights, she’s asked during an interview: “As a successful woman, what do you think makes a good husband?” Gu Shengsheng replies calmly, “Rich, never comes home, and dies young. Just like my late husband.” At that exact moment, her “late” billionaire husband, Lu Shijing, walks in. Lu Shijing pulls out a health report. “Dear, my body is perfectly healthy—and my physical fitness is excellent.”