the victor boaz thread

Yohan's life was tragically cut short when he drowned at the young age of 25, without ever discovering who or what caused his untimely demise. But to his surprise, Yohan woke up as a younger version of himself - only twenty years old! His first life had been full of misery, no one even knew he existed, not even his loved ones. This time around, however, all Yohan wanted was to live happily and forget about the past once and for all. But it seemed that fate had other plans for him, from the beginning of his second chance at life, everyone he tried so hard to avoid began reappearing in his path once again...

A Love Born in Lies A love born in silence. A past buried in shadows. A heart caught between truth and illusion. --- I don’t remember who I was. Not the girl in the mirror. Not the life I left behind. All I know is this mansion… And him—Professor. My husband. Cold. Untouchable. Mysterious. A man who says I belong to him… Yet looks at me like he’s already lost me. He doesn’t smile. He barely speaks. But the way he watches me— Like he's guarding something he’s terrified to break— it haunts me more than the gaps in my memory. Then come the fragments. A sister’s voice. A forgotten diary. A flower shop. A crash. And the moment I start to remember… everything starts to fall apart. --- What if the man I live with is part of the lie? What if the truth is more dangerous than the illusion I’m living in? What if… the love I’m falling into is the one thing I was meant to escape?

“You can bring back everyone you’ve lost. It will only cost your sanity.” The king is dead, murdered by an interloper from the future—a manic copy of his own son, hellbent on forcibly reversing a disastrous timeline. The true Damian Roswald—a hedonistic crown prince bereft of magical talent—finds his comfortable life upended by his father’s murder and assassins from his own future. “There are none left who can judge us, so we must be our own executioner. That is the cursed fate of those few named Damian Roswald.” With politicians plotting his demise, his royal cousins scheming for the empty throne, and warring churches tearing the grieving city apart, Damian must accept the tragedy of his countless futures—or else, find himself doomed to repeat them. But can a mere mortal decide their own fate in a world governed by almighty angels? “Find me, Damian Roswald. And I’ll tell you why the stars fell.” For three centuries, even the wisest men have accepted that the night sky was once populated by ‘stars’—until a terrible calamity plunged mankind into a Dark Age. From the darkness, the Roswalds rose to power, but few know that the first crown was forged with the blood of a slaughtered god… Damian must endure countless tragedies and the consequences of his own future actions to reach the peace he desires—but could the true threat be hiding not in his future, but in his own distant past? **Join our Discord and never miss a chapter!! https://discord.gg/M5cTyzW44Q**

At the beginning, he said: “Little concubine from Jiangning County, what an insult to status, I won't marry!” After seeing it, he tsk-tsk: “It's so weak, it's too weak, I don't want it!” When she came to the door alone with a marriage certificate, he stood leaning against the door and smiled subduedly, “Come and let me marry you? But I don't want to marry young!” Knowing that she came to divorce the engagement, his complexion was completely dark, and he wanted to kill someone gloomyly, “Who gave you the courage to withdraw the young master's engagement?” … Su Rong felt that Princess Duanhua might be blind. This person is so pampered, how could it be worth her to die and live for him? If I had known, when she saw him for the first time, she threw the divorce letter in his face. ————————————— The hibiscus pillow is delicate and springy, and the hall is full of flowers drunk without knowing it. ——Su Rong A young man in fresh clothes and angry horse walks, and his whole life is a mistake. ——Zhou Gu Your wish is my wish, I wish to know you early, to protect you with brocade red in the jade hall, break through obstacles, cut thorns, hands are not stained with blood, clean, and I am the gentle and soft little girl I first saw. Your wish is my wish, I wish I had known you earlier, when you were bright and bright, I was careful not to approach, frightened the sparrows, and prayed to turn into the moon in the sky, projected into your arms, to accompany you to see the flowers in spring and the snow in winter, and Changan every year.

A cowardly man forced to serve an ancient and powerful Witch. A dark and mysterious woman with magic and powers beyond comprehension. She seeks something almost unobtainable. What kind of path will these two walk? What kind of pain awaits them? What kind of fate brings them together or will this fate drive them apart; be it kind and benevolent or dark and malicious, and what does destiny have in story for them?

In a realm where supernatural hierarchies are written in blood, ancient shadows have begun to stir, threatening to unravel the very threads of the world order. Amidst the encroaching darkness, Daniela and Jasper stand defiant. Together, they seek to tear down the old foundations and weave a new world born of their own design and created in their own image. This book can be read as a standalone. It does take place in the defective wolf world.

Zhì Yuǎn was born without a clan, without a lineage, with nothing but a carving knife and the callused hands of a man who repairs what others discard. Then, on a forgotten peak, something entered his chest—and never left. It was not ordinary Qi. It was hunger. A Singularity that devours everything it touches, growing with every cycle of cultivation, distorting the very fabric of reality around it. He has no interest in harmony with the Dao. He only seeks to consume it. At his side stand his women—not trophies, not spoils of conquest, but the living foundation of his power. Each with her own Law, her own ambition, her own obsession with him. Together, they do not build an empire for the sake of justice. They build because ascension through the Three Thousand Worlds demands resources, and they will not ask permission to take them. The Heavenly Tribulations descend to destroy him. Zhì Yuǎn only sees food. ###This is a slow pacing novel! [CONTENT WARNING: This work is intended for an adult audience (18+). Contains explicit sexual content, visceral violence and dark psychological dynamics.] MAIN TAGS: #DualCultivation #Smut #Yandere #Harem #OverpoweredProtagonist #Violence #ObsessiveRomance #WorldBuilding

They were enemies as children, bound by rivalry and resentment. Yet centuries later, fate threads them together again—though only one remembers the love they once shared. Illyen, a young duke, feels a strange familiarity when he meets the crown prince Cael, whose icy exterior hides centuries of longing and sacrifice. As memories begin to stir, past and present collide, forcing them to confront a love that defied time itself. In a world of power, obsession, and forgotten promises, will they finally recognize the thread that binds them… or will it snap forever?

“They say if you pick up a red envelope on the street, you’ll be cursed to marry the dead.” Jiang Yichen didn’t believe in such tales… until he picked one up. Now, he wakes to whispers in the dark, red petals on his bed, and a beautiful ghost groom who calls him husband. Bound by fate—and a glowing red thread—Yichen is trapped in a marriage that shouldn’t exist. But the more he resists, the deeper the ghost’s obsession grows...

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.