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Brooklynn is an average 23 year old woman whose dreams are about to come true when she goes to see her favorite band perform live. She thinks it's the best day of her life when she gets invited onstage by lzzy to perform 'Mz. Hyde' but what she doesn't know is lzzy picked her for a different reason.

I'm Wil Eltir — Lemme just say one thing, no...a few things I have on my mind. My parent's death, my engagement to a dragon princess and... I don't know what my future holds...but its gonna be quite hectic...

After losing his parents and running away for six years . . . . Roy is back home thinking he has escaped his past six years . . . . Little does he know what's in store for him. He finds himself drawn back to his past . . . . to seek vengeance and do an honest bidding for his country.

An orphan guy named Eihns starts a journey in order to get revenge. That is the only one reason to live after losing his loved ones to rely on. The revenge is not easy though, he has to kill a successful man who he has never met but seen him often on TVs and phones, that's why a police officer offers to help him out. In a mission, he meets the successful, old man, face to face. Right beside him, he gets to meet a really dangerous guy, Luca, by the old man's side. Will he success to get his revenge? Even if he gets revenge, what reason will he get to live? Read the novel and find out!

In a forgotten age, the realm was ruled by the Celestials of Spada, mysterious beings who wielded the elemental forces of nature with unmatched power. Anemo, Electro, Pyrus, Cryo, Geo, Dendro, and Hydrus, each embodying a force of nature, shaped the destiny of the world. Yet, their true nature remained hidden, known only through whispers and legends. Fast forward to 2099, where a new generation of warriors emerges, their destinies intertwined with the fate of the realm. As they navigate a world where power hangs in delicate balance, secrets and hidden agendas abound. A clandestine force seeks to harness the power of the Stigmata, mystical artifacts linked to the Celestials, for their own sinister purposes. Meanwhile, reports of demonic beings threaten the stability of the world, their origins a mystery yet to be solved. Unbeknownst to the populace, these shadowy figures have created replicas of the Stigmata, upsetting the delicate equilibrium of power and threatening to plunge the world into chaos. As the clock ticks, the warriors must unravel mysteries and make choices that will determine whether they become legends or fade into obscurity. In this tale of intrigue and peril, the true motives of each character remain shrouded in mystery, and the line between friend and foe is blurred. Will the warriors uncover the truth and restore balance to the realm, or will they succumb to the darkness that threatens to consume them? Only time will tell.

*ADULT CONTENT* The little girl gasped for air while clutching at the rough hands firmly gripped around her neck. The unpleasant grin, the same panting and grunting of an unknown man. Paralyzed by the pain, she laid motionless on the mattress. A room that smelled of bleach, sweat and rust made her feel sick. She would throw up occasionally in between their violent thrusts, but they never stopped until they were satisfied. To numb the pain, she would shut her eyes, cover her ears and remember the time when she held her mother's hand as they walked to school. On the way, they would stop by a field of blooming hydrangeas. Remembering the nostalgic feeling of being wrapped in the warmth of her mother's arms and the familiar scent of hydrangeas.

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Olivia transmigrated from the apocalypse to the modern era. Not only that, her dimension and superpower came along with her. She felt that the good days were about to begin. But before she could be happy for even three days, the internet was flooded with posts slandering her. Advertisers and directors want to terminate her contracts, and her company wants to blacklist her? How could this be? She wanted to use the money to enjoy modern life to the fullest. Without money, how could she enjoy anything? So, who's slandering her online? I'll find you and dig up all your dirty secrets. Who wants to terminate her contract? Terminate it immediately. After termination, she'll go on to endorse international luxury brands instead. Terminating the script contract? Good, that's great! If the contract isn't terminated, how can she film the blockbuster drama of the year and win awards with it? Modern life is so wonderful, eating and drinking every day. There's just one tiny problem. Why are there suddenly two babies growing in her belly? And who is this ridiculously handsome man who appeared out of nowhere, claiming to be their father?

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.

Feng Qing, a top surgeon from the 21st century, wakes up in a body no one wants — married off to Rong Ling, the most powerful Regent in Dayan, a man who makes it abundantly clear: "Do you think you're worthy of marrying this king? Foolish." While he keeps his distance, she keeps herself busy, saving lives with medical knowledge centuries ahead of its time, collecting debts from those who wronged the original body's owner, and planning her exit strategy. Later, he became the New Emperor— "Qing Qing, from now on, you are my Empress." "Not interested."