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"You don't get to figure me out." For two years, Yuri Aldana has made sure no one gets close enough to try. As the university's fencing captain, he hides behind medals, discipline, and carefully built walls. Then one impulsive mistake throws an infuriatingly patient judo athlete into his life. Rumors spread. Old wounds reopen. And with regionals closing in, the hardest battle won't be fought on the strip or the mat— It'll be deciding whether love is worth risking another heartbreak. Victory is temporary. Surrender is forever.

Your daddy's little girl, you get what you want when you want it, but when he goes to jail for drugs. You can't take it, but when he wants you to take over the family business. You don't know what to do. Will you rise to the top or go down trying. Like daddy always said "don't let nobody stop your hustle "

In the world of fashion, a successful designer, Rosalind, crosses paths with Mark, a charismatic model with a hidden agenda. Unbeknownst to Rosalind, Mark is a skilled villain using his good looks to manipulate the fashion elite. Rosalind discovers Mark's true identity as their professional collaboration evolves into a passionate romance. Now torn between love and justice, Rosalind must decide whether to expose Mark's deceit and risk her own heart.

Eldric McMillan is a recessive alpha born with wealth and privilege. He carries emotional scars from a childhood accident that left him vulnerable. Despite his family's constant care and warmth, Eldric has lived a fine life—until one night changes everything. Dressed in sleek black attire, the man's face was hidden behind a golden mask adorned with a frost pattern, leaving only his sharp eyes visible. Eldric left with a mix of feelings of amazement, interest, and curiosity. The setting was perfect for romance, the moon and stars shining brightly, but the scene was marred by bodies lying on the ground. As the silver-haired man moved closer, Eldric could smell a comforting, sweet fragrance emanating from him. A scent unmistakably that of an omega. “I will find you, my omega.” What happens when the unexpected occurs? When the warmth that once with him turns cold?

The pain was the currency of this hellish realm, its stench permeating every corner. And there he stood, tall and sinewy, donned in a blood-red silk suit. His eyes, pools of pure darkness, pierced through your very soul. One glance from him, and he would unravel the deepest desires hidden within, his words sliding off his tongue with a mixture of velvety smoothness and bone-chilling menace, causing the hairs on your neck to stand on end. Lucifer, the master manipulator, had woven a tapestry of deceit to convince the world that darkness and evil were mere myths. With this ruse, he enticed unsuspecting souls into his dungeon, delighting in their pain and reveling in the macabre spectacle of blood splattered across the floor. At the same time, rats feasted upon the remains of the deceased. His eyes, so deceptive, lulled you into a false sense of security, making you believe his realm was the safest place. The mere whisper of his name struck fear into the hearts of others. As he strolled through the dungeon, his slaves, reduced to broken shells of humanity, begged for the release of Death. The anticipation of the unimaginable atrocities he would inflict upon them caused their hearts to race with terror. Lucifer Morningstar had transformed his son into a demon, a testament to the boundless depths of his cruelty. "Love has no boundaries," he sneered, reveling in the perversion of affection. Joshua and his sister, Tiffany, harbored secrets buried six feet under, with only the deceased aware of their weight. Lucifer's enemies swiftly dispatched, leaving no survivors to recount their tales, for being the most feared and ruthless figure on earth made his family a constant target. "You were a heartless asshole, and now your family will pay dearly for the lives you have ruined," a voice laced with vengeance declared. The consequences of his actions would be paid in blood and darkness, unleashing chaos upon all. "You took my family; now I will make you all suffer." The prison had shaped him into the monster he had become, confirming the shadows and tales whispered throughout his childhood as harbingers of his inevitable destiny. "Evil will always follow you wherever you go," he mused. "Dwell, but don't dwell too far, for my shadow will draw you back to where you belong. It's either with me or dead." Resisting only weakened the spirit, rendering one feeble. Tread carefully, but never forget to glance over your shoulder. Those shadows were not ordinary; they were your inner demons, your enemies lurking within. "I will pursue you, beckon you, and kill you if you dare to ignore me." "Feel your strength wane as your lifeblood drips onto the unforgiving concrete floor. But do not surrender, for you have lives to save," a defiant voice urged. "That's enough, Dad; now it's our turn." "Our turn?" Lucifer's laughter reverberated, echoing through the darkness. Yet, at that moment, he realized he had gravely underestimated his children. "Who will have the last laugh now, Father?" "Will we love you enough to spare you? Darkness courses through our veins, and your suffering will make us heartless and ruthless. We have endured enough; now it is your turn, Father." "You have spilled enough blood, and I will stop you, even if it demands everything within me. I am Nothing like you." "Your perfect life was never perfect, especially when you had to shield the one you love from your father." Welcome to Dark Honor, where the release of a swift death is more pleasurable than enduring the presence of Lucifer Morningstar.

The statutes difference can be a lifetime margin but when love is the bridge, no fault can be seen. Diana, a hopeless lowlife got her story changed unexpectedly by her prince charming an ice-cold handsome bill whose son was never too loved. Can they win over despise their difference and challenges? Can love do all thing? What was Liam's little wife capable of? Was she even that little wife?

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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?"

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?

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!"