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[+powerstones = +extra chapters] I just wanted a drink. That’s all. One innocent soda from a weird vending machine behind the shrine. Now? Every first day of the month, one random person in my life is suddenly madly, passionately, embarrassingly in love with me—for exactly 30 days. It’s like Cupid got drunk and started throwing darts blindfolded. One month it’s the class president. The next, the school nurse. Then a ghost. A guy. A teacher. My neighbor’s cat (don’t ask). Now I’m stuck riding this monthly love rollercoaster, dodging confessions, accidental kisses, karaoke duets, and one near-wedding.

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On the day I won the Best Newcomer Award, I broke up with my boyfriend. He, with his eyes rimmed in red, put aside his pride and begged me, "Can you not leave me? I will definitely get acting roles!" I turned wordlessly and got into a Rolls-Royce. Later, he became an internet sensation thanks to his superb acting in a web series. He proposed to me in public, vowing to love and dote on me as he did before. After our marriage, he forced me to watch him film every scene. I sat behind the camera, watching him and his rumored love interest embrace and kiss with abandon. I knew he wanted to make me suffer, but he didn't know that the web series that made him an overnight star was a role I had begged for him by donating a kidney to a powerful man's unforgettable past love. And now, this kidney has developed problems, and I do not have long to live.

If you had the power to traverse dimensional planes, what would you do first? Would you travel to worlds with unlimited possibilities, or gain unimaginable power?

After being cruelly murdered by my husband's white moonlight, my corpse was thrown under the bridge outside the villa. On the third day of my death, my son finally found me under the bridge. He stepped on the gravel, wiped the blood off my face with his small hands, and I did not blink. He held clear water to my pale lips, and I did not lick. He lay on my cold chest, listening to my long-silent heartbeat. Hao Hao panicked and used his phone watch to video call my actor husband who was doing a fashion show: "Dad, why is mom lying here all the time?" "Your mom is practicing her acting skills, ignore her! Tell your mom that whenever she is willing to admit her mistake, I will forgive her." After hanging up, my son stared at my corpse for a long time. He took off his small coat, gently covering my cold body: "Mom, this way it won't hurt."

After being brutally murdered by my wife's ex-boyfriend, my body was thrown under the bridge outside the villa. On the third day after my death, my daughter finally found me under the bridge. She stepped on the gravel and wiped the bloodstains off my face with her small hands, but I did not blink. She brought some clear water and fed it to my pale lips, but I did not lick it. She lay on my cold chest, listening to my heartbeat that no longer existed. Tiantian panicked and called my actress wife, who was on the runway, with her phone watch: "Mom, why does Dad keep lying here?" "Your dad is practicing his acting, don't worry about him! Tell your dad that whenever he's willing to admit his mistake, I'll forgive him." After hanging up the video call, my daughter stared at my corpse for a long time. She took off her small coat and gently covered my cold body, saying: "Dad, this way it won't hurt."

Jasmine is an award winning 21 year old, who is goal driven, adventurous, erotically weird, she mapped out a very long bucket list to achieve before she clocks 30,let's see how it goes with her....

Daily Chapters! Novikova is a dark fantasy tale set in a reimagined 1985 Earth, where magic and technology coexist under the shadow of The Order, a totalitarian regime. The story follows Tenjin, an orphan from the slums of Noval, who unknowingly harbors extraordinary abilities.

Above Love Victoria Lennox has spent her life proving she is untouchable. At thirty-four, she is the youngest self-made woman ever to break eleven figures, the most feared name on Wall Street, and the undisputed queen of Manhattan. Love, in her experience, is a liability best left to weaker people. She has built an empire on that conviction: marble penthouses, private jets, and a heart sealed behind bullet-proof glass. Then a rainy night, a totaled Bugatti, and forty-seven seconds of clinical death change everything. A stranger drags her from the wreckage. She never sees his face—only the distinctive crescent-moon birthmark on the back of his right hand—before he disappears into the storm. When Victoria wakes in a private hospital suite with titanium in her femur and a debt she cannot quantify, she does what she has always done: she hunts. She finds him living in a Bushwick warehouse, fixing pipes for old ladies and donating half his income to a no-kill shelter. His name is Elias Crowe—former Army Ranger, Purple Heart recipient, and the one man in New York who wants absolutely nothing from her. She offers money. He refuses. She offers gratitude wrapped in couture and orchids. He donates the orchids to the hospital where she recovered. Every gift, every grand gesture, every attempt to buy absolution is met with the same quiet, unshakable rejection. So Victoria does the one thing she swore she would never do again: she shows up. In jeans. In the rain. In kennels that smell like bleach and hope. Slowly, infuriatingly, the ice begins to crack. What starts as obsession becomes something far more dangerous: partnership, laughter, Sunday mornings that taste like coffee and pancakes, and a three-legged pit bull who decides Victoria belongs to them both. Elias never asks her to be less than the ruthless titan she is; he simply refuses to let her be lonely while she’s being it. But Victoria has spent fifteen years learning that love is a loaded gun with someone else’s finger on the trigger. When the past comes roaring back—old betrayals, boardroom coups, and the terrifying vulnerability of needing another person—she will have to decide whether the empire she built is worth more than the man who taught her heart how to beat again. A searing, witty, deeply romantic story about what happens when the woman who has everything discovers the one thing money can’t buy—and the man brave enough to make her earn it. Above Love is a standalone contemporary romance with heat, humor, zero cheating, a hard-won HEA, and a dog who steals every scene she’s in.

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?"