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Liora’s life is quiet and predictable — school days, sunset photographs, and Evren, the best friend who has always been by her side. Then on a random Tuesday, a new message appears. Rowan. What starts as a few casual chats slowly turns into late-night conversations and a connection Liora never expected. Yet something about him always feels slightly out of reach. While life continues with her friends and familiar routines, strange things begin happening online — disappearing accounts, unsettling messages, and whispers about something called The Last Seen Circle. Liora doesn’t realize it yet, but some people enter your life with a purpose. And sometimes, the most dangerous moment isn’t when someone sends a message… It’s when the screen quietly says: Typing… Typing… — a story about trust, digital shadows, and how easily a heart can be manipulated.

At 3:07Am she receives a message... from a number that shouldn't exist. Ayaan--her best friend---died three years ago in a tragic accident. so why is his name flashing on her screen again? what starts as a simple text soon turns into a nightmare. the messages know things no one else could know... secrets buried in her past but the most terrifying truth isn't that a dead person is texting her-- it's what he says next: "you died that night too." A reality begins to crack and memories start to blur, one question remain--- If she's alive... then who is she?

“Why are you still here?” “I never left.” “That’s not true. You disappeared.” Typing… Deleting… Typing again. “Then why did you keep my chat pinned?” Seen • 2:13 AM Last Seen: TYPING.....

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She was never meant to blend in, she was born to break the mold. From the streets to the spotlight, she learns that beauty begins with defiance. He saw potential. She saw danger. Together, they changed everything. Darkness was never her curse, it was her crown. Ebony spent her life being told she’s too dark, too tall, too different. Cast out and starving in the city, she was ready to trade anything for survival until a stranger stops her under the streetlight and said, “I want you.”

We all probably in one point or another have had to restart our computers, be it a desktop or a laptop. At times, there is the need to even restore our computers to an earlier state. Then there is the situation of just giving it up and just buying a new computer all together. Li Fuji too understand the idea of backing up one's files, in the case that a need to restore one's computer arises. Yet, he never would have imagined that it was even possible for such a thing to happen to a living being...much less, be that very being himself.

It's painful to become strong, it's painful to become rich, it's painful to become important. If you're not ready for pain, you'll never amount to anything. "Shinra Tensei " "REBOOT." Ability granted by the system in the face of imminent death. Abusing this ability causes the system to crash and shut down, but it gives our protagonist a new lease, not only to make better decisions , but also to rebuild his life. A life marked by pain. ♠️♥️♦️♣️ ⚠️ Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional, a product of my imagination, with a surreal plot and should be treated as such. All characters are over 18 years old.

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!"

"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.