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"Zhong Nuannuan, your charges have been withdrawn. The courts have declared you innocent and pronounced you not guilty for murder. You can leave prison now. Your family is waiting for you in the waiting room outside." Zhong Nuannuan was startled. She pushed the female prison guard to the side and ran toward the waiting room. She did not even bother to put on her shoes. If not for the icy feeling she felt at every step of the way reminding her that this was not a dream, Zhong Nuannuan would not have believed that she had resurrected. As she burst through the doors and saw him again, she knew in her heart, that this time she would get it right. This time she would cherish him properly and hopefully, just hopefully, turn her own fate around.

New novel "Tremble, Universe's Great Beings" is currently being serialized~ Overnight, a beautiful culinary goddess turned into the despised Little Disaster Star A rundown house with three rooms, a disabled father, a weak mother, and two skinny younger sisters to take care of What?! Her mother gave birth to three daughters just because she was hard on her brothers' lives? Her father fell off the roof and has been bedridden for half a year, just because she was playing with mud nearby? She calls her grandparents once, and instantly one falls ill and the other has an accident; even the beloved sons of her Uncle's family choke on their food because that day happens to be her birthday Humph! Uncle might tolerate it, but Aunt cannot! If I don't show my power, will they all treat me like Garfield the cat?! They think for five taels of silver, they can sell me to a sick weakling for good luck? Fine, since I'm the Little Disaster Star, let's turn your house into a disaster zone! They want to sell her sister into a wealthy household to become a slave or maidservant? She shouts, grabs a cleaver, fights the demons she meets, and slays the ghosts she encounters. From then onwards, her reputation as a wild shrew spreads throughout the village So be it if I'm wild. For the sake of loved ones, I gladly become the wild Kitchen Lady. With my superb cooking skills, I open a restaurant, become a top chef, develop new recipes, capture the hearts of food lovers, and even come up with new ways to make a big fortune, leading my whole family to wealth and a better standard of living! As for those shameless relatives licking their faces and coming back to recognize kinship, she gives a sweet smile, waves them farewell: Have a good trip. The disownment paper is already framed and hanging on the wall! As for men, well, even my little sister knows: Being handsome can't fill your stomach. A man who earns money, spoils his wife, and follows the three obediences and four virtues is a top-quality brother-in-law. Serious statement: This article is purely fictional. Please do not imitate any plots, behaviors, actions, etc. Cherish your life and live well~

After her mother’s passing, Tabitha Collins’s father marries a new wife and sends Tabitha Collins to live with a family she barely knows. There, she meets Alexander Foster, the family’s high-flying Eldest Young Master, who wants nothing to do with her. Apart from him, however, the other members of the family loves her and dotes on her. Soon, things began to change. Alexander Foster becomes intrigued by the mysterious and seemingly untamable Tabitha Collins. Who is she exactly? Initially, the girl seems to lack confidence and needs protecting, but as he finds out more about her, he realizes, he's the one with the catching up to do!

After he crossed over, Yang Song thought that his life was a bit regretful. He thought that after crossing over, with this system, he would soar into the heaven and enjoy the glory. But alas, even after so many years, there was no sign of activation at all. This year, he was almost 100 years old. Yang Song sighed gently, "It looks like I have no fate with this system in this life." [Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully activating the Immortal Cultivation System.] Hearing this prompt, Yang Song jumped up with a high spirit. One year later, Yang Song couldn’t help but sigh, “Life’s really hard.” He was already over 100 years old but still had to cultivate immortality. —————————- Note: There is a slight LGBT scene in the early chapter, but farther away from that, there won’t be any of it anymore.

*Warning: This novel contains R-18 mature context, including smut and boy x boy love* I have a neighbor, a very thirsty neighbor. Every day I am confronted with his antics, making me feel very conflicted... ************** Hunter is your typical down-to-earth, badass, gun-wielding, father-loving teenager. He likes being alone and quiet all the time. Leo, however, wouldn't let Hunter catch his breath! Leo tries desparately to seduce Hunter, but will he succeed? Also, who does Hunter's father work for and why is it starting to interfere with Hunter's life as well?!

Upon waking up, Lin Wan Yi discovered she had slept with the wrong person! The other party turned out to be the "living Yama" Gu Yanshen, who at the age of thirty, still hadn't found a partner, according to her best friend. Facing the marriage report he threw at her, the capitalist's delicate daughter Lin Wan Yi reluctantly agreed to marry. After marriage, she unexpectedly activates the ancestral Spiritual Spring Space and thereby starts her counterattack in life! With the spiritual spring in hand, the world is mine! While others are worrying about meat coupons, she uses the spiritual spring water to wash her face, making her skin as soft as cream, and causing envy and tears in the entire military compound! While others are eating chaff and swallowing vegetables, she's growing fruits and vegetables with the space, feeding the abstinent living Yama into submission! While others suffer bitterly during pregnancy, she nourishes her fetus with the spiritual spring, and even with twins, her complexion remains rosy, infuriating all the gossipers! Military compound residents: A delicate young lady marries Mr. Gu, within three days she'll be running away crying! Best friend: This is terrible! I've accidentally trapped my best friend in bed with my brother! Won't the two of them start fighting? Initially, the icy husband Gu Yanshen: only wanted to be responsible. Later, Gu Yanshen hands over all his salary and meat tickets, encircling her in his arms, and whispers with reddened ears: My life and money, all belong to you.

[Warning: Mature Content R-18+] Ren, a world-class chef with a low tolerance for idiots, didn't plan on dying. She definitely didn't plan on waking up in a jungle where the men have ears, tails, and absolutely zero concept of personal space. Welcome to the Beast World, where "courtship" usually involves a dead carcass at your feet and a very direct sniff of your behind. Ren’s goal? Survival. The Beastmen’s goal? Breeding. Armed only with a cast-iron skillet and a Gourmet Hunter System that trolls her as much as it helps, Ren realizes she has a unique problem. Her cooking is so good it cures the beasts' "Feral Madness." The side effect? It makes them incredibly… frustrated. Now, she’s stuck with four apex predators who look at her like she’s the main course. Ren just wants to open a restaurant and introduce civilization to these savages. Unfortunately, they’re more interested in glazing her buns than the ones in the oven. Warning: Contains heavy comedy, shameless flirting, accidental flashing, and a slow burn that will leave you as thirsty as the male leads. ----- Excerpt: "Put that down!" Ren shrieked, wielding her spatula like a sword. Kael, the massive White Tiger beastman, froze. He was currently naked, gloriously muscular, and holding her lace underwear between two sharp claws like it was a delicate flower. "This," Kael grumbled, sniffing the fabric deeply, "smells like you. But why is it so small? It covers nothing. Is this a courting gift?" "It’s a thong, you over-sized house cat! Give it back!" "No," Kael growled low in his throat, his golden eyes darkening with heat as he stepped closer, backing her into the kitchen counter. "If you want it back, you’ll have to take it from me. Preferably with your teeth." [System Notification: The Target 'Kael' has entered Mating Heat. Recommended Action: Run... or appease the beast.] Ren looked at the system screen, then at the eight-pack abs in front of her. "I hate this world." ** Let's Connect: Instagram: dolly_.roma Discord: DollyRoma#7887

[!]: NOVEL START: Your Girlfriend Calls Me Daddy [!]: Genre: [Isekai Transmigration] x [Academy Harem] x [Power Theft] [!]: Objective: Steal the Heroines. Copy the Powers. Rewrite the Ending. === Rome D'Angelo woke up in the body of a webnovel's disposable villain, the arrogant playboy rival designed to lose, suffer, and fade into irrelevance by chapter fifty. The system gave him two ultimatums and zero sympathy: Complete the "Harem Lord" ending in 700 days, or die. Graduate top-five at Coastline Hero Academy, or lose everything. His advantages? A face that opens doors, a fortune that closes mouths, and an SS-Rank ability the world thinks doesn't exist. [ ESSENCE DRAIN ] — Power theft through intimate contact. The deeper the bond, the stronger the copy. Registered as a "Passive Null," Rome is invisible to the system that governs this world. Which means he can break every rule, as long as nobody sees his eyes glow. The original story was a pure-love romance about an earnest hero winning seven hearts through effort and sincerity. Rome read three chapters, skimmed to the ending, and forgot half the cast. Now he has to steal those seven heroines from a protagonist he barely remembers, using meta-knowledge full of holes and an ability that turns every relationship into a transaction. His first target? Marilyn Cross: a devil girl with spatial powers, a merchant's mind, and a smile that promises trouble. The complications? Cheon Hae-Won can see his stolen abilities. Noel Stark has a childhood grudge he doesn't remember. And the original hero, Nolan Traore, is exactly as pure-hearted as advertised. Every kiss is a power-up. Every secret is a liability. Every heroine he claims pushes him closer to godhood and further from the man he used to be. Rome didn't choose this story. But he's going to finish it his way.

Time changes everything, isn't it?! The true example, I ever deemed to see was him, my Hercules who had been a boy filled with adventure to be filled with shame, then becoming an ox who would later become an alcoholic also a wife beater but suddenly, he turn out to a man of a gentle heart... A story that show's the tides of reality hits the boat of life yet how could you face the tide with an iron heart like my Hercules!

The monsoon season of Nanyang carried a humid sensuality as Liao Qiao pushed open the hotel’s carved wooden doors, only to overhear Shang Lu’s mocking sneer: “Are you following me? Still not over me?” A sharp reprimand cut through the drama. “Show some respect to your sister-in-law!” The shadow of a black shirt swept over Liao Qiao’s shoulder. Shang Yu exhaled a plume of smoke, his gaze dropping to the crumpled figure on the floor. “Take him to the Dark Hall,” he ordered, his voice like glacial steel. Liao Qiao studied the man’s chiseled profile. This was Shang Yu, the ruthless tycoon of Nanyang. He stood at the rain-soaked veranda, cigarette smoke curling around him, the faint scent of snow pine lingering in the air—a blade sheathed in elegance. Their next meeting unfolded in the underground lounge of a nightclub. Liao Qiao sipped a Mojito, watching Shang Yu stub out his cigar with a snap. “Mr. Yan requests your presence.” Before the bodyguard could finish, she sauntered into the private room. Under crystal chandeliers, Shang Lu retched into a toilet bowl while Shang Yu tapped his fingers on the marble table. “Explain the annulment yourself.” Before the words echoed, Liao Qiao leaned against the doorframe, spinning a car key between her fingers. “I heard Mr. Shang owns a Maybach. Care to lend it for a spin?” On the manicured lawns of Nan Yang Manor, Shang Yu knelt to tend to a cut on her ankle. Liao Qiao traced the mole near his eye, laughter bubbling. “So anxious, Mr. Shang? Could it be…” His hands yanked her into an embrace, his palm pressing against her wounded back. “If it hurts, bite me.” The night Shang Lu’s yacht exploded, Liao Qiao stood by the manor’s floor-to-ceiling windows, watching Shang Yu’s silhouette rigid against the lightning-flashed horizon. Thunder cracked. For the first time, she understood why her father called her “Nanyang’s curse”—she had a knack for shattering and reshaping the trajectories of those around her without rhyme or reason. When Shang Yu returned from Palma, he pressed a platinum card into her palm. “Want to see where you were born?” Liao Qiao traced the intricate engravings, finally deciphering the truth in her father’s indulgent eyes—she was never just a heiress. She was the wildfire he’d always kept burning in his palm.