indecision greets sicily

An empire is falling apart until an unexpected heir is born. A female child that was destined to become the next Emperor. Now coming of age to wed and take the crown she goes through a week of celebrations for her birthday while courting many suitable men. To strengthen her empire how far is she willing to go? Will she lead her people with her heart or mind? When unexpected betrayal ensues she must rise to the occasion and get to the bottom of their deceit. This story follows the highs and lows of love, loss, and power.

Indecision Protocol Online as told (reluctantly) by Adrian Okay, deep breath. So… I didn’t mean to get dragged into a fantasy world. Or five. Or however many it's been so far—I’ve kind of lost count between the mana storms, flaming swords, and those weirdly judgmental elves. One moment I was a socially anxious nobody with a healthy fear of confrontation and a tragic internet history. The next, I woke up with a voice in my head—no, not a helpful voice. Not a wise mentor. I got assigned the most insufferable system on the metaphysical market. It’s sarcastic. Rude. Possibly sentient. Definitely hates me. And it won’t shut up. It says I’m “chaos-compatible,” whatever that means. Apparently, I gain power not from training or discipline like normal people, but from doing things that “disrupt the narrative structure.” Which, by the way, includes falling down stairs and starting bar fights by accident. So yeah. That’s… my life now. I’ve been forced to travel from one bizarre world to another—each more magical, dangerous, and emotionally confusing than the last. Everyone thinks I’m some kind of destined agent of change or walking disaster prophecy. I’d like to clarify: I’m just trying not to die, cry, or get flirted with by someone who turns into a dragon when emotionally compromised. I thought I was getting a hero arc. Maybe even romance. But the truth is? I’m leveling up by accident. And my system is definitely enjoying the show. Please send help. Or snacks. Or a class reset.

Magdalena Trovato hails from one of the most powerful crime families in Sicily. Oblivious to the imperfections of her family until her marriage is arranged to mafia boss Damien Cartia, she starts to see the cracks in the façade she's been living. Damien Cartia is known as a ruthless devil in these parts of Sicily. A man with no secrets, no past, and a reputation as a lawless murderer, Damien emerges from the shadows, resurrecting his family name from the grave. He's prepared for revenge. Even if means marrying his enemy's daughter.

I cut my hand chopping vegetables, and my first instinct was to call for Glen to get me a Band-Aid. On the sofa, he was huddled shoulder-to-shoulder with Genevieve, poring over a strategic map of Europe. "Damn it! How did we lose this sector again?!" "Looks like I have to clean up your mess. Again." She leaned against his shoulder. He didn't pull away, just patted her back lightly. I swallowed the words on the tip of my tongue. When he first took over the Sicilian operations, he struggled to adapt to the life. I flew to Italy to be with him every two weeks, accumulating a thick stack of plane tickets. Then Genevieve arrived to partner with him, and she slowly took over his conference room, his weekends, and the space in his life that was once mine. I had booked a private dinner for us, but he dragged me to her strategy meeting, insisting her plan was flawless. I calculated the time difference to send him a message late at night. He never replied but then posted a dozen messages in Genevieve's encrypted channel. I took a risk and flew over, hoping to spend more time with him, but he claimed he had a mission with Genevieve and left me stranded at a private airport in a foreign country, shivering in ten-degree-below-zero weather. Glen always said that distance could never threaten the engagement we’d had since childhood. But looking at their backs, I knew the truth: Genevieve, standing between us, was a chasm wider than the eight thousand kilometers that already separated us. I turned back, wrapped my finger in a paper towel, and continued chopping. The onions stung my eyes, and in that moment, I made up my mind. This was the last time I would ever come to Sicily for Glen.

Within these pages is the life of Angelia. The Dairy she holds and it secrets it carries.

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Charles only wanted to find her to have his revenge on people who killed his family. He sacrificed himself to have clues of her whereabouts. Little did he know he is threading on the wrong side of the coin. He lost himself on the process when he was too blind to see that she is the only one who can make him sane again. When everything is lost by anger and revenge, will his soul lead him back to her?

Harper Novac finds an old tape in her attic. The tape only plays static though. To everybody but Harper that is. Every time Harper watches the tape there is something different no rewinding required. Harper thinks this is amazing, that is until the tape starts to show her some not so friendly things. But who will believe her? After all, the tape is just static.

In her previous life, she took the wrong "white lotus" script, causing her to die a miserable death. Heaven has let her live again, so she shouldn't have to suffer the hardships of her past life once more! Feng Moxi sheds her weakness from her previous life. Making a new choice, she must fight! There are monsters! Kill them! There are scumbags! Eliminate them! With her meager strength, she picks up a Heavy Sword and forges a difficult path forward. Unexpectedly, that arrogant and reckless person who caused her no small amount of trouble along the way eventually becomes a comrade-in-arms to whom she can entrust her back, a companion for life. The sky fills with darkness, the Demon People emerge! The Heavenly Dao returns. One day, Feng Moxi is leisurely roasting beast meat by the river. Chaoyang, having just finished fighting a demon beast, sees the crumbs on her lips and immediately leans in. "Want some?" Chaoyang dazedly nodded his head. Suddenly, a piece of burnt beast meat is stuffed into his mouth. Chaoyang pulls Feng Moxi into his embrace, gently brushes the corner of her lips with his hand, and says, "You're mine!" Apocalypse + Cultivation + Doting Boyfriend

[Irresistible MC + Farming & Entrepreneurship + Strong Female Lead + Cute Baby + Love Rivalry + Farming System + Male Competition] Deng Yuyuan wakes up to find she has transmigrated into a period novel about a "pampered group darling" — as the biological mother of the vicious female villain. The female villain has a biased grandmother, a mooching uncle and his family, a blindly filial father, and a spineless mother. She was a small-time thief as a child. As an adult, she committed every kind of evil — constantly framing the female lead — and ultimately met a miserable end. The female lead is the only daughter in another family, doted on by her older brothers. The villain targeted her out of pure jealousy. And now, Deng Yuyuan has become that villain's cowardly mother — and the villain herself is currently just an ugly, wrinkly-faced infant. The blindly filial father loves his wife, but gives all the good things to his own mother. He says to his starving wife and daughter: "Xiao Yuan, come drink some water. I specially heated it for you." Deng Yuyuan looks at her own bony frame and her tiny child — and decides to get a divorce. Goodbye, useless husband. She's going to raise this little cub with an abundance of money and love. No way she'll go astray this time. Lost one husband, gained a crowd of suitors. A beautiful sent-down youth coveted by many — she knows some self-defense and burns the midnight oil studying. With the reinstatement of the college entrance exams, she takes her child toward a much wider world. Riding the wave of the times, Deng Yuyuan works her way up to become a gaming tycoon and a cutting-edge scientist... Except — why are so many men fighting to be her cub's stepfather?