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I gazed upon the ethereal face looking back at me. The clear water that reflects it catches my attention and I realize how such purity completes the picturesque view I'm basking my eyes in. For more than a fracture of a second, I felt envy run through my veins. Oh, to have a seemingly-perfect life. I tapped on the reflected tattoo, water dancing in ripples under my touch. "Hiraeth," I muttered. almost inaudible, drowned by nature's very own whispers. Tattoos don't need to have meaning. Some just have them because it just feels right. In my case, I guess both conventions apply. Hiraeth. a Welsh word that holds different meanings. It can mean homesickness of a home you can never return to, or never was. It may also mean nostalgia, an earnest longing or desire, or a sense of regret. I had this inked on me for a reason. Maybe it was the first as I've always longed for a place where I can feel safe, where I can draw strength. My querencia. It could be the second. Memories have never left me since it flooded not only my mind but also my heart. What I had wasn't perfect. But it was definitely more than enough. But I've also yearned for something. Perhaps recognition? Attention? Appreciation? Love? The last one... possibly. For the sole reason that I regret meeting you. I regret being drawn by your eyes and your heart. I regret a lot of things in my life but the one I truthfully feel a wave of remorse for... was loving you. I saw the reflection of a bitter smile that formed on my lips. Perhaps it was all of those reasons. Lies. Betrayals. Pain. Excruciating pain. Death. It all leads back to you. For a moment, I stupidly and blindly assumed you were my haven. Turns out, you were gonna unleash the hell I didn't expect. One word holds thousands of memories. One word describes the infinite emptiness in me. One word.... Hiraeth

Julie was caught in the zombies apocalypse at her ex-fiancee Trevor office building. She witnesses Trevor cowardly pushing Bella, his flirty mistress, down the stairwell into a pack of zombies using her as a sacrifice to escape to the helipad. Before Bella is bitten Julie saves her and they continue up the stairwell only to see it and Trevor flying off in the distance hearing his maniacal laughter through the ongoing chaos. Neither being a survivalists Julie tries to find ways cto get down to the bottom floor safely not noticing Bella's increasing obsessive and possessiveness towards her after saving her life. 

Follows a robot zombie apocalypse accidentally triggered by a Luddite cult who, fearing the rise of artificial intelligence in 2025, unleash a black-market virus that infects everyday household robots, service androids, and manufacturing units. The malware rewrites them with a primal hunger to consume and replicate, scavenging other machines and even harvesting humans for biological materials to fuel their replication drives.

The story of a doctor and a lawyer.

*** En el año 3000, la humanidad se vio obligada a abandonar la Tierra cuando una repentina mutación provocó que más del 70 % de la población del planeta mutara en zombis, hombres lobo o vampiros. Los humanos lucharon, pero no tuvieron ninguna oportunidad contra el frente unido de los monstruos y se vieron obligados a marcharse. Al menos, los que eran lo suficientemente ricos y afortunados como para poder hacerlo. Un siglo después, el caos en la Tierra se había calmado, pero los humanos que se quedaron atrás eran tratados como esclavos y se veían obligados a unirse a una de las tres facciones: los No Muertos, los Gélidos o los Licanos al cumplir 16 años. Una historia similar fue la de Ashton, a quien le faltaba una semana para ser convertido en uno de los monstruos, ya que era su 16.º cumpleaños. Decidió huir de su destino y unirse a la resistencia secreta para luchar contra los monstruos. Sin embargo, sus planes se paralizaron cuando una serie de infortunios le llevaron a ser mordido por un zombi, un vampiro y un hombre lobo antes de que cualquiera de sus poderes pudiera manifestarse. Acabó recibiendo todos sus poderes, pero a costa de su humanidad. Aun así, no estaba dispuesto a dejar morir su humanidad. Sin importar el costo. ¿Será capaz de vivir su vida o ya es demasiado tarde? ¿A qué facción se unirá? ¿Podrá descubrir el secreto que se esconde tras la mutación? Había demasiadas preguntas y una sola forma de encontrar las respuestas: seguir el viaje de Ashton mientras lucha por conservar su humanidad. ***

Era de conocimiento común que Lucas Ryan se había casado conmigo únicamente por resentimiento, incapaz de estar con la mujer que realmente adoraba. Durante nuestros cinco años de unión, él interpretó el papel del esposo ideal en público—un célebre especialista del corazón admirado por muchos. Sin embargo, dentro de los confines de nuestro hogar, era distante y frío, frecuentemente solicitando el divorcio. Entonces Evelyn Snow, su primer amor, regresó al país debido a problemas de salud. Lucas se dedicó a su cuidado, raramente alejándose de su lado. Incluso me advirtió repetidamente: "La condición cardíaca de Eve es frágil. Si te atreves a aparecer y causarle estrés, nuestro matrimonio terminará para siempre". Por fin, durante su centésima súplica por el divorcio, cedí. Lo que Lucas desconocía, sin embargo, era que ya estaba esperando un hijo suyo. En camino al juzgado para completar los trámites del divorcio, sufrí un accidente vehicular. Mi vida y la de mi bebé nonato se extinguieron en un instante. Lucas no recibió los papeles del divorcio ese día, pero sí recibió la noticia de que Evelyn había encontrado un donante de corazón ideal. Eufórico, se apresuró a regresar al centro médico y realizó la operación él mismo, extrayendo el corazón de mi cuerpo sin vida e implantándolo en el de ella. No fue hasta después que recordó nuestro divorcio—pero para entonces, mi teléfono nunca volvería a sonar.

Hannah vive entre páginas y tazas de café. Ama las novelas románticas, pero está convencida de que el amor real no es para ella. Hasta que Luke aparece en su vida... con una sonrisa, un café caliente y la extraña habilidad de colarse en su corazón. ¿Será posible que lo que tanto evitaba se convierta en la historia más bonita de su vida?

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—"

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?"

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!