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At the front desk of a women's health clinic in Seattle, I ran into my college ex, Rowan Fitzgerald, freshly back from his studies at Cambridge. Rowan's gaze dropped to the abortion appointment form in my hand, his brow furrowing. "Here alone?" "Where's the father?" Before I could explain, he looked away, his voice turning cold. "Never mind. Who you're with these days is none of my business." I ignored him and turned back to my phone, only to see a new post rapidly trending on my Reddit feed: [Urgent. Just ran into my ex-girlfriend at a clinic, about to get an abortion by herself.] [She dumped me five years ago with a single text. How should I get my revenge?]

En la recepción de una clínica de salud para mujeres en Seattle, me encontré con mi ex de la universidad, Rowan Fitzgerald, recién llegado de sus estudios en Cambridge. La mirada de Rowan bajó al formulario de cita para aborto en mi mano, frunciendo el ceño. "¿Estás aquí sola?" "¿Dónde está el padre?" Antes de que pudiera explicarle, apartó la mirada, su voz tornándose fría. "No importa. Con quién estés saliendo estos días no es asunto mío". Lo ignoré y volví a mi teléfono, solo para ver una nueva publicación que se volvía viral rápidamente en mi feed de Reddit: [Urgente. Acabo de encontrarme con mi ex novia en una clínica, a punto de hacerse un aborto ella sola.] [Me dejó hace cinco años con un simple mensaje de texto. ¿Cómo debería vengarme?]

À la réception d'une clinique de santé pour femmes à Seattle, j'ai croisé mon ex de l'université, Rowan Fitzgerald, tout juste revenu de ses études à Cambridge. Le regard de Rowan s'est posé sur le formulaire de rendez-vous pour un avortement dans ma main, son front se plissant. "Tu es seule ?" "Où est le père ?" Avant que je puisse expliquer, il a détourné le regard, sa voix devenant froide. "Peu importe. Avec qui tu es ces jours-ci ne me regarde pas." Je l'ai ignoré et me suis retournée vers mon téléphone, seulement pour voir un nouveau post qui devenait rapidement viral sur mon fil Reddit : [Urgent. Je viens de croiser mon ex-petite amie dans une clinique, sur le point de se faire avorter seule.] [Elle m'a quitté il y a cinq ans avec un simple texto. Comment devrais-je me venger ?]

The night before my wedding, I saw a post on the "r/offmychest" subreddit. The title read: "I slept with my fiancée's maid of honor, but I still love my fiancée. I need to get this off my chest." The post got straight to the point: "I'm getting married tomorrow. And I'm heading to meet the maid of honor right now." "To be honest, it's purely physical with the maid of honor. The one I truly love is my fiancée." "This arrangement works for everyone. I have needs my fiancée can't meet, but the maid of honor... she's uninhibited." "Besides, she's her best friend. She would never hurt her." From their professions and the story of how they met, right down to the wedding venue—I knew instantly. The poster was my fiancé, Joel. This former Ivy League star quarterback once declared he would give up the world for me. He’d proven his love with countless passionate nights and waited three long years before I finally said yes. For the seven years we were together, he had loved me with a devotion that bordered on obsession, just as he'd promised. So much so that he could never bring himself to unleash his rougher side on me. On a whim, I pulled up the security camera feed for the wedding venue. Under the floral arch where we were meant to exchange our vows, two naked bodies were writhing in the dark. Petals rained down with their violent movements. The tattoo of my name on Joel's chest and the ugly scar on Maya's back—a scar she’d gotten for me—were pressed together in a sickening display of irony.

Simi Yi, a Reddit aficionado whose sharp-tongued comments could rival a bard's wit, found himself and his brother Sima Kai transmigrated to a realm straight out of a bad fanfiction. As they navigated this new world, a voice boomed in their head, "You, who wield words like swords, now face a quest where your tongue won't save you!" With a dramatic flourish, the voice added, "But hey, I'm not all that bad; I threw in a cheat code(I think)for fun." The brothers exchanged a look that said, "Well, this is awkward," realizing that their Reddit karma had taken a literal twist into a realm of cultivation. this is my first work so forgive my mistakes. please do suggest what I can improve. English isn’t my first language.

I searched for you for many long years after you left me... Back then, i didn't know what to do without you. You were the reason for my existence and you still are. Years passed by, and my heart beat for no one but you... I stand now on the balcony of that abandoned apartment, Wiping the blood off my hands, exhaling smoke, as your laughter echoes in my ears, making my heart pound like it never did before... I won't make you wait much longer I've already found you. Don't worry, my little one... A smoker never quits smoking, And the obsessed never abandons his obsession! You'll always find me surrounding you, Just like smoke surrounds my life... --- ⚠️ This novel is protected under my name! I am the author and writer. No quotes or excerpts are permitted! All rights reserved. Miyana_mee

A young maiden of humble background finds herself thrust into the world of a terrifying folklore. The distinction between fiction and reality blurs every once in a while, and Airin is left navigating a strange world with nothing but the deadly pull of fate, and her will to live. There is no smoke without a fire, as there are no myths without an origin, and legends; without heroes. (Disclaimer! Cover not mine.)

It's hard to trust, when all you've known is pain. Not just any pain but that pain that cripples you and renders you immobile. The one you just can't for the life of you explain why it is happening. When you're hurt... that wound will heal. Now what can you do, when its constantly reopened? When it comes from who is supposed to protect you? How can a wound so deep heal? Learn to fight, if you want to survive... I heard once... Learn to hold your tongue, if you want to live... I heard second... Hate can be a relief but it can also rot your soul... I heard third... Learning to forgive is for the intelligent... So, why is it so tricky to accomplish? I learned the hard way to fight and to look out for myself. Now that will never crumble, I'll make sure of that!

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.