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[Pure • Sweet • Enemies-to-Lovers • 1v1] Yun Ran—master physician, poisoner, and martial artist—was living her best life until lightning rewrote her résumé: now she’s the abused eldest daughter of a noble house. Forced into a wedding sedan by her scheming sister, she lands beside Highness Nangong Mo, rumored blind, crippled, and dying. Wedding-night script: Highness: “I’m a broken man; divorce me and be free.” Yun Ran (tearful): “I’ll stay till your last breath.” Inner monologue he hears: [Divorce? Why? Free mansion, endless gold. Once you croak, I’ll bury you and keep it all. Chef’s kiss.] Highness smiles thinly: “Charming plan, my dear.”

In a city called Shadow, people aren't punished for their actions… but for their thoughts. Everything is monitored, and every intention is uncovered before it can become a crime. But when a murder occurs with no recorded intent, Detective Adam begins pursuing an impossible truth… He discovers that some people can conceal their thoughts, or perhaps… don't think at all. As the investigation deepens, Adam faces a terrifying shock: The killer might be closer than he imagines… perhaps inside his own mind. In a world that monitors every thought, the most dangerous question remains: Do you control your thoughts… or do they control you?

She can hear the last 10 seconds of the dead. Every time she uses it, she pays a price. Headaches. Insomnia. And something else… watching her back. When a series of deaths begins, all victims say the same thing before dying: “He is back.” But the truth is— This is not the third case. It’s the seventh.

Corren was eight when the song began—a slow, haunting melody only he could hear, always before someone died. The first time he tried to stop it, something broke. He never speaks of that day. Now seventeen, the Deathsongs are louder, closer. In a world ruled by fate and silence, Corren bears a power he never asked for and can’t escape. Each song is a warning, a burden, and a choice he never wanted to make. He doesn’t want vengeance. He wants to protect the people he loves. But fate doesn’t take kindly to interference. Prophets fear him. Something ancient is hunting him. And love, if it finds him, might be his undoing. To silence death, Corren must learn to sing.

When a family moves into an old home with a dark past, they quickly realize it's not just the creaking floors or cold drafts they should fear — it's the feeling that someone, or something, is always listening.

Lu Ye was a broke graduate student who was attracted by a character in a game. After playing through it thirty whole times, the one he cared about most... once again chose to jump down the building. [Ending Achieved: The Wish of the Fallen Moon (BE) ———At last, only the moonlight fell silently, witnessing his fall.] Before Lu Ye could even react, his foot suddenly slipped on an empty plastic water bottle. He lost his balance and crashed heavily onto the floor. But that wasn't the real issue. The biggest issue was that he had just mopped the floor the day before, and he was 100% certain that this water bottle had appeared out of nowhere in his home. Then he transmigrated into that game and became a cannon fodder character who died in the opening chapters of the story. In the original plot, he had bullied his target with the villain, and was pushed off a cliff by him at the end. This time, he was determined to change the story. He swore to protect his target and give him the happy ending he deserved. Yet... could someone please explain— Why was the person he wanted to protect staring at him with such a strange, unsettling gaze? "Lu Ye... this time, I will never let you leave me." A hoarse, low voice whispered against his ear. [Note: His target can hear his inner thoughts.] ——— Lu Ye turned on the faucet, scooped up a few handfuls of water, and splashed it onto his face, trying to force himself to calm down. But because his movements were too rushed, he ended up choking himself. “Cough— cough, cough—” He coughed violently, one of his hands covering the bottom half of his face, as if he were trying to cough out everything inside him. “Why… why… why did this have to happen to me? Why does it have to be me?” he whispered hoarsely, his fingernails digging deep into his palms within his tightly clenched fist; drops of blood fell into the sink, then immediately washed away by the flowing water. He lifted his head and stared at the face in the mirror. It looked strikingly similar to his own appearance… but he knew that this body was definitely not his own. Jiang Zihan…? Such a familiar name…

"The walls are communicating. And they're saying you're going to pass away." Amber Hayes had it everything six months ago: a successful career as an investigative journalist, a fiancé from one of the most influential families in San Francisco, and a Pulitzer candidacy that would solidify her reputation. Then followed the litigation that left her bankrupt and on a blacklist, the exposé she should never have written, and the betrayal that ruined her career. She now lives in a dilapidated apartment in the Mission District as a disgraced nobody, subsisting on freelance gossip pieces that murder her soul but pay the rent. Her former best friend was married to her ex-fiance. She can't get her own parents to answer the phone. With the exception of her younger sister Lily, whose cancer treatments deplete Amber's meager funds, she has lost everything. The voices then begin. At precisely 3:47 AM, she hears whispers about murders, thefts, and conspiracies that haven't yet occurred. At first, she believes she is going crazy. However, Amber discovers the impossibility: she is somehow hearing criminals plotting murders before they happen when a CEO is discovered dead just as the voices had prophesied. Amber begins recording the forecasts in an attempt to save her job and show that she is not crazy. However, she gets apprehended at the crime scene when she attempts to stop a murder, and the guy who does so is Dante Cross, the vicious wealthy prosecutor she publicly disparaged in her previous piece. The man who vowed to see her destroyed. The man whose touch continues to haunt her nightmares. She is offered a devil's bargain by Dante: either use her "gift" to assist him in apprehending a serial killer who is frightening the city's elite, or be charged as an accomplice. Amber learns three terrible truths when she is forced to interact with the cold, domineering man who ought to be her enemy: the crimes she is hearing are linked to the conspiracy that ruined her career; her ex-fiance and former best friend are involved in a trafficking ring that uses tech company resources; and Dante never intended to destroy her—rather, he was attempting to protect her from a truth that would have killed her. Amber must choose between continuing to be the victim she has become and embracing the deadly power that might cost her everything, including the man she is falling for despite all the reasons not to, as the voices get louder and the killer's pattern becomes apparent. The walls are communicating. And only one name is being shouted: hers.

Shen Yue lived nineteen years as the Shen family’s jewel—trained, polished, paraded as their heiress. Until one glittering banquet shattered everything. Exposed as a fake daughter and discarded in public, she’s left with nothing but whispers of “pitiful cannon fodder.” But Yue carries two sets of memories: the girl who bled her fingers raw for approval, and the modern student who once read this exact story on a glowing screen. She knows how the plot is supposed to unfold—unless she changes it. Then Gu Hanchuan, Haicheng’s cold and untouchable CEO, offers her a contract marriage: he gains a partner no one dares challenge, she gains protection in a world eager to see her fall. Armed with wit, sarcasm, and knowledge from the book that no one else has, Shen Yue refuses to play the victim. She’ll silence gossip, face-slap her enemies, and carve out a future on her own terms. But there’s one twist the original novel never wrote: Every sarcastic thought, every flustered sigh— the Gu family can hear it. _________________________________________________ Expect: -A witty female lead -A cold on the outside, warm on the inside male lead -Lots of fluff and banter -True romance to start midway point -No Harem -No love triangles -Pure love -A complete story (~150 chapters)

Makoto Kudou, sixteen years old. An ordinary boy living in Sogo City, a fading town in the northern edge of J-Country. Struck by a serious illness in his third year of middle school, he missed his chance at normal exams and ended up in a correspondence high school. No friends. No youth. His only escape was reading light novels, dreaming of a world where he might matter. —Then, one day, a mysterious “Voice” echoed in his mind. “Under the desk, on the right. A test paper has fallen.” And it was true. In that instant, Makoto was convinced: this was no coincidence. This was a skill—fate’s power granted to a nobody like him. Assignments, trivial choices, small human interactions… Each little success piled up, and he began to trust in his “Skill.” But it was not mere luck, nor divine blessing. The reason he was chosen lies hidden in the shadow of his past illness. Fantasy or miracle? Guided by the “Voice,” this boy will one day become a necessary evil that reshapes destiny. Set in the snowbound, fog-laden city of Sogo, a dark fantasy of local revival begins here. Original Japanese version published on Narou (小説家になろう) and Kakuyomu (カクヨム). (Original Japanese title: 凡人の俺にだけ“声”が聞こえるようになった件 ―地方創生チート始動―)

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!