doggie verified slaughterhouse

*WARNING!!!!*

For eight years, I was his woman. Vincent Costello. The Don of Chicago. I took bullets for him. I buried his enemies. Then I found a pendant in his car. A silver "A". Not mine. His little secret had a name: Ava. So I dragged her from the shadows where he’d hidden her. In return, he burned my ten-million-dollar art gallery to the ground "This is the last time," he warned me. I didn't listen. The day he flew her to Vegas for a secret wedding, I intercepted her. And he praised me for it. "Beautiful job," he said, his voice cold as steel. "You solved my little problem." That night, he had me drugged. I woke up in a basement as his doctor cut my stomach open. He ordered him to take my son. Eight months old. Then he left me to bleed out on the floor. But I didn't die. I opened my eyes. I was back on the day I intercepted Ava. This time, I was done fighting for him.

James Vance measures things for a living — square footage, structural give, the exact width of a crack before it becomes a liability. It's a habit that served him well as an insurance appraiser, and it serves him even better now that half his clients' properties bleed into dimensions that shouldn't exist. He doesn't hunt monsters. He assesses them, prices them, and files the paperwork. The city calls it "spatial anomaly management." James calls it Tuesday. But the tenement on Grey Street is different. Something under the floor of Apartment 3B has been waiting longer than the building has stood, and the woman who isn't quite a woman in the corner of the room knows exactly what it wants. James has spent four years refusing to buy a house of his own, refusing to let anything — human or otherwise — become his problem for longer than a job requires. Grey Street isn't going to let him keep that distance. Some cracks you patch. Some you're standing inside of.

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?"

Lin Jingjing and her friends transmigrated together to the interstellar era, and she became a Grade D Spiritual Ability User. At the very beginning, she was mocked by others and was almost beaten to death. Lin Jingjing was furious. So what if your grade is high? Does having a high grade mean you can do whatever you want! Not wanting to be bullied, Lin Jingjing, who wanted to become stronger, trained hard every day. Just so that one day, she could trample these powerful experts under her feet, one by one. Until the day the mutant beasts attacked, Lin Jingjing was in a daze after her spiritual power suddenly materialized as she tried to save someone. Isn't it that only S-Class experts and above can materialize their spiritual power? How could she, a mere Grade D, do it too?

Shen Lu opens her eyes to find she has transmigrated into a wasteland world, becoming the fake young lady who was kicked out of her home. With her is her equally miserable fiancé, the future major villain. Fortunately, her golden finger activates, and in this wasteland world where the average person can't even get a single hot meal, she embarks on the path to riches through food. Egg waffles, spicy hotpot, and crawfish. Braised pork belly, crock-pot soup, and egg fried rice. ... From a small stall to a small shop. Then from a restaurant to a holiday resort, in less than two years, Shen Lu's name became known throughout the world. Countless celebrities and dignitaries hold out Star Coins, begging for just one bite of Shen Lu's cooking. The Shen Family, who had used her up and ruthlessly abandoned her, regret their past actions, crying and shouting as they beg for her forgiveness. Shen Lu crosses her arms: "Sure. Why don't you slit your throats first to show me your sincerity?"

Amelia Lockhart has one mission: make the top idol Ethan Quinn fall in love with her, then break his heart, so that Ethan Quinn can successfully pass his tribulation and return to his position as a High God. There's just one problem: as the most hated woman on the internet, Amelia is the last person anyone would pair with the nation's golden boy. But when she lands a spot on a dating show alongside Ethan, she sees her chance. She does all the heavy lifting and is dependable enough to make him see her differently. As a result, Ethan starts pretending to be weak. The fans are confused. Their untouchable idol is... blushing? Getting clingy? Calling her "jiejie" in that voice? "Sis, I surrender." "Sis, you can only spoil me like this." Amelia is losing control of the plan. She was supposed to seduce him and walk away. So why is he the one coaxing her to stay, and why is it getting harder to say no?

As a blade of grass, Ji Xiaosong wanted to become an immortal. But having only just gained sentience, she couldn't even leave the hillside. From the Turquoise Pool, a Caiyun named "Rongrong" flew out; she also wanted to become an immortal. But she had no body. By a stroke of accident, Rongrong and Ji Xiaosong teamed up, embarking on a journey of world-hopping through myriad realms. In every lifetime, Ji Xiaosong becomes the mother of powerful figures from the myriad realms, finding suitable fathers for them and raising these powerful figures to adulthood. "My wife is delicate and can't take care of herself, so don't you dare bully her." The protective General pulls Ji Xiaosong into his embrace, looking around warily. The crowd, who had just been bagged in a sack and beaten by Ji Xiaosong: ... "My mother doesn't have much ability to earn money; she can only rely on me." The genius son holds Ji Xiaosong's hand, a look of resignation on his face. Ji Xiaosong, the richest person in the world: ... Everyone thought Ji Xiaosong was weak and easy to bully; how could a blade of grass turn the world upside down? Yet, lifetime after lifetime, she is doted on and pampered, and all things are hers to command.

The Keaton Family of Veridia, possessing a fortune of hundreds of billions, controls the economic lifeblood of the entire city. Preston Keaton, the head of the Keaton Family, is a refined and gentle man, self-restrained and courteous, exuding an extraordinary noble air with every move—a perfect gentleman. Evelyn Grant had once seen him from a distance at a banquet. The man was surrounded by a crowd, his features handsome and refined, his demeanor cultured and elegant—he was like the unattainable moon in the sky. She never imagined he would notice someone like her. She certainly never imagined being cornered by him, trapped like prey with nowhere to run. Panicked and helpless, she said, "I have someone I like!" The man lowered his gaze, trapping her in his embrace with a faint, soft laugh. "I know, but..." "So what." —— Evelyn knew the truth from the start. A woman of her status had no future with Preston Keaton. So when she finally decided to leave, she was calm. But she was blocked at the door by Preston. The man forced her back step by step, his smiling expression sending a chill through Evelyn's entire body. An intimate kiss landed on her forehead, his voice chillingly cold, "I'm sorry, babe." His smile vanished completely, replaced by a suffocating sense of pressure and loss of control. "You can't leave."