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In the house, there is an adorably mischievous sweet wife, she is cunning and sly yet delicate. She can be dominant, submissive, or a lolita; adorable, mature, or quirky. She is witty and lively, tearing apart scumbag men and women with ease. The spring breeze gently blows for ten miles, the time is right, and I love you~ When she picked up her intelligence again, she found everything had changed. When she discarded her soft-heartedness, she realized she could no longer be hurt. When she rolled up her sleeves, ready to work hard, she found that the aloof male god had entangled himself with her. He said affectionately, "All you need to do is behave, let me handle the scums."

"Hai Tang? She's just the Hai family's foster daughter. I was only playing around with her. How could I possibly take her seriously? She can't even measure up to my status!" Upon hearing these words from Yu Heng's own mouth, Hai Tang finally realized how he truly saw her. She had liked this person for over twenty years. They had grown up together since childhood, with her always looking out for him, from running errands and doing homework for him to handling company affairs on his behalf. He had always accepted her kindness but pretended to be unaware of her feelings. Now, the words from his lips directly crushed Hai Tang's hopes. From that day on, Yu Heng's shadow completely disappeared. Even his friends around him were surprised. How could she let go so easily after following him for so long? At first, Yu Heng was nonchalant. In his eyes, Hai Tang's world revolved around him, and she wouldn't be able to survive without him. But as time went on and he waited, she never came back. When he started to panic and wanted to look for her, he realized that he couldn't find her, no matter how hard he looked. When they met again, his shadow was already entwined with someone else, and she had a radiant smile on her face. Yu Heng's reddened eyes were filled with tears as he asked the girl who used to belong to him, "Tangtang, I was wrong. Can we go back to the way things were?" Before the girl could speak, the man beside her stepped forward. His eyes filled with malice as he said, "I advise you to stay away from my wife."

Surya is just a regular middle-class guy with small dreams and a soft heart. In school, he falls for Chandu a rowdy, bold girl who saves him once and steals his heart forever. But just when he gathers the courage to confess, she disappears. Later, he learns she died. His world falls apart. Years pass. In college, just when he begins to heal, he meets a girl who reminds him exactly of Chandu the way she walks, talks, even the attitude. For a moment, he thinks fate has given him a second chance. He falls again. But things don’t go as planned. That girl isn’t Chandu. And she’s hiding fears of her own. Caught between the memories of his past and the mess of his present, Surya decides to stop chasing love — and chase meaning instead. He takes the pain, the people, and the pieces of his life… and turns them into stories. Stories that one day make him the director he always dreamed of becoming. This is a journey of first love, loss, and rediscovery — where not every goodbye is final, and not every love ends in heartbreak.

After her mother’s death, seventeen-year-old Arielle Layton is sent to live on a remote farm with her new foster family. The Garren boys are tall, handsome, and fiercely protective, watching her with an intensity she can’t read… and isn’t sure she wants to. On the night of her eighteenth birthday, Arielle uncovers a deadly family secret. One that shatters her world and pulls her into the center of a brutal feud she never knew existed. Now she’s caught between hot-headed brothers ready to fight first and bleed later, a rising pack war threatening to tear their land apart, and Casper Garren — the eldest, coldest, and most dangerous of them all. Every time they clash, the spark between them burns hotter. And it will either save them… or destroy the family she’s only just begun to belong to. ~.~ "Hey, Ari baby." A chill crawls down my spine at the way he says baby. "The wait is finally over."  "Wh-What are you talking about?" I start to back away from him but his hand shoots out fast and clamps on my wrist. He pulls me close and buries his nose in my hair, sniffing deeply.  I try to wriggle away, only to be rooted when he faces me and his eyes are bloodshot. A scream rips from my mouth and is quickly cut short with a fist around my neck.  "Don't ruin this, baby."  Dave's voice cuts over the pounding of my heart and the dark blur of tears in my eyes.  "Please…"  He laughs low and animalistic. "I promise, I'll go slow." And his teeth start growing longer and sharper until it's like looking at the mouth of a wild beast.  Another scream dies in my throat. My mind scrambles, but nothing has prepared me for this. Cold dread grips me as I realize nobody is coming to save me.  "Once I mark you," Dave leans in, his breath fanning my face, "then I'll keep you all to myself. And they won't—"  His words cut off abruptly, and the hands on me vanish with a loud crash. I stumble to the ground as a large wolf with pitch black fur stands between me and Dave, growling.  I hear someone shout my name from a distance, but my body is shaking and my mind is slipping away from the fright.  The last thing I see is the wolf leaping through the air and sinking fangs and claws into Dave's terrified face.  THIS BOOK CONTAINS: Mature language, mature themes, violence and gore.

#Gabby Alexandra Harrison Nama ku adalah Gabby Alexandra Harisson. Aku tak pernah mengenal yang namanya cinta. Walaupun usiaku saat ini sudah menginjak 20 tahun, akan tetapi aku tak pernah sekalipun berhubungan dengan seorang pria. Hal itu dikarenakan My Dad and My Mom yang selalu melarangku memiliki hubungan dengan pria manapun, apa lagi My Daddy yang sangat protektif dalam menjaga ku. Oleh sebab itu, tak ada sedikit pun pria yang berani mengencani ku. Namun, semua itu berubah ketika Daddy mengatakan cinta nya pada ku. Ya....mungkin ini gila!. Akan tetapi tak ku sangka sedikit demi sedikit rahasia yang Dad and Mom sembunyikan bertahun-tahun terbongkar. #Keynan Harrison Nama ku adalah Keynan Harisson, pria blasteran Turki dan New York. Aku memiliki seorang putri cantik, akan tapi itu bukan putri kandungku, melainkan putri yang sejak usia 3 tahun aku asuh karena sebuah insiden. Walaupun aku memiliki putri aku masih lajang, karena selama ini aku jatuh hati dengan putri ku sendiri sejak pertama kali aku Bertemu.

Julian Navarro knows every frame of Lydia Vale’s forgotten filmography. He knows which stair collapses, which ray gun jams, and exactly when the fragile heroine is supposed to faint into a handsome man’s arms. He also knows Lydia vanished in 1967 without leaving a body. During an unauthorized midnight screening, Lydia looks through the television, calls Julian by name, and dies in a scene that never existed. A battered remote pulls him after her. Inside The Bride of Blackwater House, Julian is dressed as a dashing stranger, Lydia is forced into the role of a helpless heiress, and a cold interface gives him three seconds of Pause to change the ending. Saving her once is only the beginning. Lydia remembers every death. The films reset around her, the roles push against her body, and the thing she calls the Auteur keeps inventing worse finales. Each completed rescue unlocks another remote command Julian can use both on screen and at home. Each command also builds Static, drawing the attention of a secret media-containment office and letting the Auteur edit the real world in return. Between classes, shifts, archive thefts, and increasingly brutal pulp adventures, Julian must investigate the actress he thought he knew. Lydia must decide whether a fan who controls the exit can ever see her as a person. Before a Halloween broadcast puts her final death before millions of viewers, they have to recover her stolen identity, expose the conspiracy that made her films, and take the last cut away from the monster behind the camera.

I accidentally came across a post pushed by the same city. "I'm 18 years old and I'm pregnant unexpectedly. What should I do?" The blogger who asked for help is the same age as my daughter. My throat choked up, and I felt heartache for this girl I had never met. It was only a week later that I found out that the post had been made by my daughter. How can that be? She has always been obedient and well-behaved.

### **The System wants a show. The Observers want blood. Archie just wants to fix the bloody wiring.** When a multi-dimensional system abducted millions of humans into *The Crucible*—a brutal megastructure built on the graveyard of dead alien worlds—it gave everyone a channel. The elite got high-budget streams, corporate sponsors, and divine spells. Archie Black, a twenty-four-year-old electrician and amateur counter-puncher from South London, got dropped into **Sector 00-Null**: an E-Rank, corrupted scrap-feed with a **0.00% historical survival rate**. To the floating god-like Observers watching his stream, Archie is just fodder in a mud-stained coat. They expect him to scream, charge mindlessly into monster jaws, and die on live television for their entertainment. **They didn't account for two things:** 1. Archie doesn't see magic—he sees live circuits, structural loads, and high-voltage hazards. 2. A system glitch gave him **Manual Override**: the power to reject the viewers' suicidal voting polls and rewrite the rules on the fly. Armed with a rusted iron pipe, duct tape, and a zero-nonsense attitude, Archie isn't playing the System's game. He’s cross-wiring alien traps, outsmarting polished corporate streamers, and building an unsponsored squad of gritty survivors who refuse to die for clout. They offered him a black screen. He's about to turn off their lights. --- ### **What Readers Can Expect:** **Blue-Collar / Utility MC:** No instant overpowered magic. Archie uses spatial awareness, electrician logic, footwork, and pragmatic improvised gear to turn the environment into a weapon. **The Glitch Mechanic:** A unique System override that lets Archie manipulate poll rewards and bypass fatal corporate traps. **Gritty Tactical Squad:** A grounded, slow-burn partnership with Chen Wei (a disciplined Chinese military strategist) and Elena Rostova (a blunt Russian industrial engineer). **Underdog vs. Syndicate:** Underground E-Rank streamers turning the tables on high-budget corporate syndicates. **Interactive Stream Dynamic:** Four bickering, distinct Upper-Realm Observers (The Vanguard, The Assassin, The Fire Mage, and The War Priestess) commenting on every chaotic play.

What happens when a boy and a girl gets stuck in a movie where they are destined to die on loop? Both have dark pasts. In this paranormal romance novel,you get to see where secrets,love, trauma, suspense, abnormalities,madness and drama clash Promises to keep you glued to your screen till the very end. Shall we, lovelies? Progress Rosy

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"