vénus khoury ghata

Lily is a shy college student. With never having a lot of friends and a lack of romantic relationships she's hoping that college migh change her luck

In the heart of a glittering modern city cloaked in secrets, supernatural races walk among humans, hidden by ancient pacts and veils of glamour. Among them are vampires, fae, witches, and others—each guarding their own truths and powers. Nor Ah, a seemingly ordinary tattoo artist, discovers she is the last of an extinct bloodline known as the Luneborne—humans whose blood can amplify or destroy supernatural power. Her touch awakens hidden truths, and her kiss can bind magic to the soul. But this gift is cursed: the more she uses her power, the more it erodes her own identity. Du guk, a centuries-old half-vampire enforcer of the secretive supernatural council. Cold, powerful, and utterly controlled—until he meets Nor ah, whose presence causes his tightly restrained thirst, emotions, and memories to spiral out of control. What begins as a game of protection and manipulation quickly turns into obsession, longing, and uncontainable passion. But their bond breaks ancient laws, and a hidden war between supernatural factions simmers beneath the surface—one in which Nor Ah’s body and blood are the ultimate weapon.

A heiress. Elegant, wanted, respected. She is a heiress alright, but without the respect, barely noticed. “ I belong here, I am a part of this family, I deserve everything the rest of you have!” Adele yells, voice reeking with pain, contempt. “You don't belong here child, at least not in this life...

He told me the night we met that he was not a good man. He said it the way people confess to God, not to repent, but because they already know forgiveness is never coming. I should have run. I am still running, straight back into his arms. “She did not fall in love with him the way people fall in love in stories. She fell the way people fall from great heights fast, and with the full knowledge that the landing would kill her."

In a city drenched in blood and betrayal, Ishaal Meer sings lullabies to broken souls unaware she’s about to soothe the devil himself. Rayyan Raheel doesn’t do emotions. He deals in power, revenge, and silence. When their paths cross inside a smoke-filled café, an obsession is born stitched together with lust, trauma, and dangerous truths. But love in Raabistan comes with bullets, and every kiss exacts a price. What happens when the coldest killer meets the softest soul? Will she melt his frost or bleed for it?

Shen Lu opens her eyes to find she has transmigrated into a wasteland world, becoming the fake young lady who was kicked out of her home. With her is her equally miserable fiancé, the future major villain. Fortunately, her golden finger activates, and in this wasteland world where the average person can't even get a single hot meal, she embarks on the path to riches through food. Egg waffles, spicy hotpot, and crawfish. Braised pork belly, crock-pot soup, and egg fried rice. ... From a small stall to a small shop. Then from a restaurant to a holiday resort, in less than two years, Shen Lu's name became known throughout the world. Countless celebrities and dignitaries hold out Star Coins, begging for just one bite of Shen Lu's cooking. The Shen Family, who had used her up and ruthlessly abandoned her, regret their past actions, crying and shouting as they beg for her forgiveness. Shen Lu crosses her arms: "Sure. Why don't you slit your throats first to show me your sincerity?"

Yunyun is reincarnated into a post-apocalyptic novel with a powerful female protagonist. Unfortunately, she isn’t the heroine. She’s just a minor cannon fodder character… destined to die early. But after awakening memories of the novel, Yunyun accidentally reveals the future through her thoughts— [Mommy, boohoo… your scumbag husband has been cheating on you for years and even has a child with another woman. In the end, they’ll join forces to cripple and torture you to death!] [Uncle, you’ll be betrayed by an ungrateful subordinate and driven out of your own luxurious home, left to freeze to death in the snow!] [Grandpa… Grandma…] In the original story, only her young aunt—the novel’s female lead—survives to the very end, killing her enemies with her own hands… only to live on as something neither fully human nor a ghost. Before they can recover from learning their fates, another thought leaks out— [Sigh, the apocalypse is coming soon. As a three-year-old cannon fodder, can I go offline early? I don't want to suffer through the end of the world…] Looking at the little milk dumpling in their arms, pretending to be silly just so she can laze around… What else can the Bai family do but spoil her? They hoard supplies, renovate and fortify their home, and prepare in advance for the coming apocalypse. Meanwhile, little Yunyun follows her protagonist aunt, accidentally kicking off the base-building plot and helping create a super base where food and clothing are abundant, even in the apocalypse. Step by step, the Bai family rises to power. In the end, Yunyun is dumbfounded: [Wait… wasn't I supposed to be cannon fodder?! Why does this feel like a "pampered lucky baby" story?!] The Bai family: Their little Yunyun is, indeed, their precious lucky baby.

Olivia transmigrated from the apocalypse to the modern era. Not only that, her dimension and superpower came along with her. She felt that the good days were about to begin. But before she could be happy for even three days, the internet was flooded with posts slandering her. Advertisers and directors want to terminate her contracts, and her company wants to blacklist her? How could this be? She wanted to use the money to enjoy modern life to the fullest. Without money, how could she enjoy anything? So, who's slandering her online? I'll find you and dig up all your dirty secrets. Who wants to terminate her contract? Terminate it immediately. After termination, she'll go on to endorse international luxury brands instead. Terminating the script contract? Good, that's great! If the contract isn't terminated, how can she film the blockbuster drama of the year and win awards with it? Modern life is so wonderful, eating and drinking every day. There's just one tiny problem. Why are there suddenly two babies growing in her belly? And who is this ridiculously handsome man who appeared out of nowhere, claiming to be their father?

Feng Qing, a top surgeon from the 21st century, wakes up in a body no one wants — married off to Rong Ling, the most powerful Regent in Dayan, a man who makes it abundantly clear: "Do you think you're worthy of marrying this king? Foolish." While he keeps his distance, she keeps herself busy, saving lives with medical knowledge centuries ahead of its time, collecting debts from those who wronged the original body's owner, and planning her exit strategy. Later, he became the New Emperor— "Qing Qing, from now on, you are my Empress." "Not interested."

As a blade of grass, Ji Xiaosong wanted to become an immortal. But having only just gained sentience, she couldn't even leave the hillside. From the Turquoise Pool, a Caiyun named "Rongrong" flew out; she also wanted to become an immortal. But she had no body. By a stroke of accident, Rongrong and Ji Xiaosong teamed up, embarking on a journey of world-hopping through myriad realms. In every lifetime, Ji Xiaosong becomes the mother of powerful figures from the myriad realms, finding suitable fathers for them and raising these powerful figures to adulthood. "My wife is delicate and can't take care of herself, so don't you dare bully her." The protective General pulls Ji Xiaosong into his embrace, looking around warily. The crowd, who had just been bagged in a sack and beaten by Ji Xiaosong: ... "My mother doesn't have much ability to earn money; she can only rely on me." The genius son holds Ji Xiaosong's hand, a look of resignation on his face. Ji Xiaosong, the richest person in the world: ... Everyone thought Ji Xiaosong was weak and easy to bully; how could a blade of grass turn the world upside down? Yet, lifetime after lifetime, she is doted on and pampered, and all things are hers to command.