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At 26, a young man looks back on a life that tried to break him but instead forged him. Raised in a destitute home, where survival came before dreams, he discovered early that his mind was his escape. From primary school through high school, he was a quiet genius, impressing teachers while hiding hunger, fear, and longing behind borrowed smiles. A sponsored bursary carried him to the University of Cape Town, a world far removed from where he came from. But brilliance alone was not enough. Pressure, identity loss, and poverty followed him there. Slowly, the boy who once led classrooms began failing exams and doubting himself. Eventually, he walked away from university, carrying shame heavier than his suitcase. Only one person never walked away from him; Thando, his lover, anchor, and believer. While the world measured success in degrees, she measured it in courage. Through rejection, empty pockets, and broken confidence, she stayed. Choosing writing over despair, he turned pain into pages. What began as survival became purpose. Through many setbacks, he rose into one of the country’s best-selling authors, proving that sometimes the story you fail to live becomes the story you were born to tell.

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This shit has been removed my friends and uploaded on another account. The book's still there though, with the same name.

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She was indeed gold in the midst of clay and that was why his tale had to end this way. Nothing beautiful can ever exist in his life. He was tired of keeping her from happiness, he wanted her to experience that joy others had experienced. That joy he had deprived her. He wanted to be a good friend and let her go. This may be his last opportunity to sow a good seed in life. He fondled with the tip of her hair and watched as she also watched him. He had never seen anyone with a heart so deep and forgiving in his entire life. That she could even allow him to get so close to her after all he had done. " Iris I'm still very sorry" ****************************** Iris had moved on to a better life. Infact, she no longer bore her name. She was now referred to as Jules. Working as the secretary for one of the most lucrative businessmen in Bridgewaters seemed like the best of her good years, till a temporary transfer was made. She was now to work for another employee. Mr McConnell's son. The man who made her high school days miserable, the man who broke her and made sure she had no means to pick herself back up. The man who raped her. Now theirs is a tale of hate, hurt, regrets, tears, fears and discovery. And maybe love. Don't forget, there's a very thin line between love and hate.

I died. When I woke up I was inside a novel I'd usually read. I wasn't the cold protagonist nor was I the ultimate antagonist, hell no I was something more mellow. Something the author didn't budget for but I was going to show him how much of a mistake he made when he chose to undermine my character!

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?"

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!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"