arranging the ceremony

Su Chen transmigrated to a parallel world and inherited a funeral company. To his surprise, he awakened the God-tier Funeral System because of it. Regardless of whether a person wanted to leave behind a legendary tale in the world, or they wanted to create a mysterious and extraordinary history so that others would suspect that they were bigwigs, they could do so through Su Chen’s funeral company. [With only 99 Yuan, I will appear personally at your funeral with a black tuxedo. With a black umbrella in my hand, I will silently observe the entire funeral.] [With 10,000 Yuan, there will be 100 men in black at your funeral. A Maybach will drive through your funeral and an old man, dressed in a Chinese tunic suit, will bow and put flowers on your tombstone. He will then leave with a stern expression.] [With 100,000 Yuan, 3000 men in black will appear at your funeral with black umbrellas. It will be a gray and drizzly day. A military helicopter will circle the sky. Three old men dressed in black Chinese tunic suits, and two teary women, will pay their respects at your tombstone.] … [With 10 billion Yuan, your funeral will be broadcast to the public via Livestream. The heavens and the earth will shake while your coffin is carried to its final destination by nine dragons. The entire world will dim! All the world leaders will kneel and bow before your grave. Bizarre phenomena will appear in the sky while dark clouds will loom over the vast space. All the stars in the sky shall decorate your tombstone while the sun and the moon bid farewell to you.] [The company can fulfill all kinds of requests as long as you pay us enough.] [Place an order now and you will have a mysterious past immediately.]

I once believed alpha Fernando was the true mate the Moon Goddess had chosen for me. He held me tightly during the Blood Moon riots. He stoked the fire as I brewed purification potions. He even declared before the entire Blackthorn Pack, “Thalia is my light.” Until the night before our engagement banquet, when the soulstone in my palm leapt from the gilded invitation— He was bonding with his cousin Bianca. That Beta girl who always sneered at me, saying, “A Gamma, touching an Alpha? Laughable.” Her spirit mark was etched into the corner of the card. Like a silver blade carved into my heart. Then alpha Fernando’s voice bled through the soulstone, laced with frost I’d never heard before: “She? Just a warm body in my bed.” “She really thought I sent her to the Highland Summit because I valued her? I just needed space for Bianca.” His laughter, mingled with clinking wineglasses in the background, pierced me like a dagger dipped in silver poison. “Once the bond’s sealed, I’ll toss her aside with any excuse— She loves me so much, she’d drink silver and call it moonlight.” my wolf Leona whispered in my mind, “The girl who dares tear down the illusion… is the one who will hold true moonlight in her hands.” I unbound the sealed Guardian sigil on my wrist and tuned the soulstone to the Silverclaw Pack’s private frequency. “Alpha Ross,” I said, licking away the tears from the corner of my eye, my voice colder than moonlight, “I’m ready now— To be your Luna.”

I'm Evan Rivers, a werewolf planning my binding ceremony with Isla Dewitt, my childhood love, in a world of sacred bonds. But when I uncover her betrayal with Nathaniel Wade, my heart shatters. Determined to make her face the truth, I orchestrate a shocking twist, replacing myself with Nathaniel at the ceremony. As Isla scrambles with guilt, desperately searching for me, I start anew with Aurora in Favalon. Though I move on, Isla, haunted by her mistakes, rebuilds her empire while watching me from afar, forever marked by our broken bond.

I had an agreement with Caspian Shawn, the Alpha of the Shawn Pack. He promised he would attend the 99th bonding ceremony I’d prepared. But he didn't come. That day, he appeared at the Full Moon Gala with his lover, Seraphine Dubois. An image of them kissing under the moonlight spread like wildfire across the pack networks. Meanwhile, I became a lonely spectacle at the Altar of the Moon Goddess. Speculation about the ceremony ran rampant. Every wolf wanted to know when I would hold the 100th ceremony. Out of guilt, Caspian assured me he would be there next time. But when he finally made his way to the Altar of the Moon Goddess, all he received was a cold message through our mind-link. "There won't be a 100th time. We're over."

My husband, Julian Thorne, is the head of the Chicago Outfit. After our secret marriage, he promised a grand ceremony to officially name me his Donna. He only ever made that promise when he needed to appease his mistress, Cassandra Vance. Over three years, he canceled this crucial ceremony three times, using excuses that always seemed to circle back to Cassandra. He left me to face the whispers and scorn of his inner circle alone. Whenever my heart broke and I protested, Julian would wave away my concerns. He’d claim Cassandra was just a “tool” and that I was the one he truly loved, telling me not to get hung up on titles. After the third public humiliation, I finally went numb. I decided to end it. I slid a power of attorney for all his assets—disguised as a design contract for a new casino—in front of him. "Sign this," I told him, "and we can start over."

My bonding ceremony with Rhys Valerius was supposed to be the event of the season, with all eyes on us. But when the great ceremonial doors swung open, Rhys didn't walk toward me. Instead, he turned to his childhood friend, Cassia Thorne—the witness for our bonding—and pulled her into his arms. Then, in front of the entire pack, he gave her a deep, passionate kiss that lasted for a full, agonizing minute. His Beta and Gammas howled and cheered, as if this were a common sight. After the kiss finally ended, Rhys offered a dismissive explanation, calling it a reward to "thank her for her years of loyalty." His childhood friend, Cassia, even had the audacity to smirk at me. "A future Luna shouldn't be so petty," she purred. I smiled, lifting the laurel wreath from my hair and placing it on her head. "Of course not," I replied, my own smile razor-sharp. "May your bond be unbreakable."

My fated mate Kaelan wanted to please his mistress Briar, so he planned to let her act as Luna for a while. He pretended our bond was broken, refusing to even acknowledge me as his Luna. As I passed the gym, I heard Briar’s syrupy voice. "Darling, if I get to be Luna, will you mark me every night? But… won’t Selene be suspicious? You’ve been mates for seven years, after all." "What can she do?" Kaelan sneered. "She can’t leave the pack, and she certainly can’t leave me." "Selene? That poor thing. I told her our bond broke naturally, and she actually believed it." "Even if she finds out the truth, she’ll just suffer in silence. The only Luna in my heart is you, baby." I didn’t confront him right then and there. The lie of our weakening bond sent a sharp, agonizing pain through me. I turned and walked away. Let them think their plan is flawless. They would soon find out what a nasty surprise this "poor thing" had in store for them.

A month before my bonding ceremony with Alpha Jedediah Thorne, he exiled my father, Forrest Caldwell, to the Barrens. The reason? A single accusation from his childhood friend, Gina. She claimed our pack's most sacred manuscript, the Moon Ritual, had been leaked, and a copy was conveniently discovered on my father's tablet. Jedediah offered me no real explanation. "Gina told me someone leaked the manuscript. We found a copy on your father's tablet, Raina. Who else could it have been?" My father had traveled here for my bonding ceremony, but one word from Gina Valerius was all it took for Jedediah to cast him out. "Unless you give me a 'reasonable explanation,' he'll be torn apart by the rogues out there," he warned. "I'm not going to abandon you over what your father did. Our bonding ceremony is still on for next month." The thought of my father suffering in the Barrens while the man who was supposed to be my fated mate acted so cold-heartedly—it was enough to rip my own heart in two. If this was how he was going to treat my family—how he was going to treat me—then I'd sever the mate bond myself.

Xie Heng traveled through parallel worlds, entered the show business circle and quickly became popular, becoming a top actor. When the fresh meat Xiaohua and the big stars who are keen to pack gorgeous characters are all committed to drawing a clear line from the Common people, Xie Heng, who is mixed in the circle, seems out of place because he is too real. Even attending a party can get a lot of hot searches because of it. #Grand Award Certificate, Xie Heng put melon seeds in his suit pocket, spent the whole night! #拍拍Xie Heng pouted backstage and smoked, because he was afraid that the rented suit was too expensive, and if a hole was burned, it would be a Xiali? #On the stage to accept the award, and the audience to feel the pulse of the actress? ... A set of operations made the audience laugh like crazy. 【He even gave Zhiling a handful of melon seeds, I cried to death! 】 [The main feature is a truth! As expected of an actor, he lived so transparently! 】 [Haha... who remembers hahaha... Brother Heng's scarf is named 'Northeast Native Specialty Purchasing Agent'! 】 [This brother is somewhat impatient about being a celebrity! 】

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?"