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The Oscar Gang is a group of teenagers who are trying to find their identity, the most comfortable home for some of its members. For them to go home when they received a relentless blow from God. Oscar Gang with a million stories and also wounds that never heal. There are Laskar and Sella with different beliefs and different tastes. There is Raka who will never get Rara’s love. And finally there are Irza and Jeri with all the regrets that bind them both. Will they be able to face the world with all its pain, or will retreating be the best solution for what is still a short journey? Who knows.

In my past life, my husband, Ricardo Whitman—a celebrated fintech prodigy on Wall Street—died from what was reported as “sudden anaphylactic shock” after a charity gala. What he left me, aside from a chasm of grief, was a massive two-and-a-half-million-dollar debt. For the sake of my son, Connor, who was still in high school, I sold my proudest creation—a penthouse loft I had designed myself. I moved into a basement in Brooklyn, working three part-time jobs a day to pay off what were supposedly "investment losses." The long-term mental stress and overwork took their toll. My body finally gave out, and I succumbed to illness in that squalid rented room. On my deathbed, I overheard my son, by then in college, on a video call. On the other end of the screen was his father, who was supposed to be dead. In that moment, the truth sliced open my heart like a scalpel. The so-called debt was nothing but a cryptocurrency money-laundering scheme orchestrated by Ricardo and his lover and business partner, Selina Ford. My husband had faked his death to pull a vanishing act. And my son, Connor, was a knowing accomplice from the very beginning. He watched as my life was drained away, all so he could one day inherit that ill-gotten wealth without any burdens. With a heart full of burning resentment, I took my last breath. When I opened my eyes again, I was assaulted by blinding spotlights and the scent of champagne. I was back at the gala, at the very moment Ricardo collapsed into my arms and stopped breathing. The day my world fell apart.

This is my own story about Lumine and Kody. It starts out when Lumine hears a sound resonating through the hallway. It actually turns out it was Kody playing the piano in his living room.

In the New York underworld, it was an open secret that I was Vincent Russo’s wife in name only. We had a marriage certificate, but none of the intimacy that was supposed to come with it. For three years, the women in his bed were a revolving door. The tabloids were filled with photos of him carousing in Las Vegas with a parade of different women. The next day, those photos would be the talk of every high-society luncheon. He never cared about my dignity, convinced I had stolen the place beside him from the woman he truly loved. The Russo family pitied me, whispering that I was just an unfortunate substitute, a pawn in a marriage alliance. I never defended myself, only smiling as I covered up his every scandal, playing the part of the perfect Mrs. Russo. They didn't know I had signed a secret contract with his father, Don Antonio. If I could just endure these three years, my massive debt would be wiped clean, and the man I loved would finally get the life-saving treatment he needed.

Dans le monde souterrain de New York, c'était un secret de polichinelle que j'étais l'épouse de Vincent Russo uniquement sur le papier. Nous avions un certificat de mariage, mais aucune de l'intimité qui était censée l'accompagner. Pendant trois ans, les femmes dans son lit se succédaient sans cesse. Les tabloïds regorgeaient de photos de lui faisant la fête à Las Vegas avec un défilé de différentes femmes. Le lendemain, ces photos faisaient les commérages de tous les déjeuners mondains. Il ne s'est jamais soucié de ma dignité, convaincu que j'avais volé la place à ses côtés à la femme qu'il aimait vraiment. La famille Russo me prenait en pitié, murmurant que j'étais juste une malheureuse remplaçante, un pion dans une alliance matrimoniale. Je ne me suis jamais défendue, me contentant de sourire tout en dissimulant chacun de ses scandales, jouant le rôle de la parfaite Madame Russo. Ils ne savaient pas que j'avais signé un contrat secret avec son père, Don Antonio. Si je pouvais simplement endurer ces trois années, mon énorme dette serait effacée, et l'homme que j'aimais obtiendrait enfin le traitement vital dont il avait besoin.

Jin Aldeus was a normal man, no powers, no special talent…. Just normal. Long before this time the world was flooded with mana by a mysterious entity, this event soon became known as the awakening. Soon after the awakening a species of monsters known as Reapers began appearing around the world destroying everything they touch. They come in many grotesque forms and even different species and types. Not long after humans began being born with special abilities due to the mana that flooded the planet. Eventually they started to fight back and these brave warriors became known as Hunters. When a simple ultra sound appointment turns bad Jin discovers through the trauma of losing his wife and unborn daughter, he had a hidden power within himself all along.

My engagement was supposed to be my happily ever after… until he humiliated me in front of everyone. Betrayed and abandoned, I never expected a cold, mysterious billionaire to enter my life—and buy me as if I were just another deal. Now I’m trapped in a contract with him, forced to play the part of his perfect partner. But the more I resist, the more he wants me… Can I survive this game of power, passion, and revenge, or will I lose everything to the billionaire who ruined my engagement?

The ambush came when I was eight months pregnant. In the chaos of gunfire and screeching tires, I went into premature labor. And through the searing agony, a miracle—or a curse—happened. My hearing returned. Outside the operating room, my husband, Julian Valachi—Don of the Valachi family—was speaking with our doctor just outside the door. "Don Valachi, the baby is fully formed and stable. We should be able to save him—" Julian Valachi cut him off. "No. This baby dies. An 'accident.' She can have another. This is the only way she'll ever truly believe Nico is hers." I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing my body to lie still. He thought his deception was seamless. He was wrong. I heard everything. Fine. If he wanted to direct this play, I would see it through to its bitter end.

Life was never fair to Zion. A leaking roof, endless work at a Helix depot, a father drowning in debt, and a future that already seemed decided for him. People like him weren't supposed to rise. They were supposed to survive. Then he receives a conditional admission into Helix High School, a place where the next generation of Controllers are created. For the first time in his life, Zion thinks fate might finally be giving him a chance. But before his journey even begins, he sees a nightmare. A nightmare where blood covers the ground, his body is torn apart, and the person standing over him with a blade isn't an enemy— It's his best friend. He thought it was only a dream. Until reality slowly starts moving toward that future. In a world of Helix pathways, monsters, power, and cruel choices, Zion will learn one thing: Life isn't fair. And sometimes the people who break you... are the ones you trusted the most.

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?"