meryl pierce

Li Yi once lived the dream of every pro gamer. He was at the top of his game with the best equipment, the highest stats, and everything a gamer could ever hope for. However, he soon realized that none of his ill-gotten gains for his to keep when he was branded Public Enemy Number One and killed in the biggest battle of the ages. Now, he has the chance to turn back the clock and return to a time before his first mistake put him on the path of no return. This time, Li Yi will make different choices. With that, comes many interesting encounters — like saving a woman in distress then making love to her seven times in a row while her child slept in the next room. However, will he get back to what truly matters? One thing is for sure, with the memories retained from his past, he will become King of this game.

Butterflies drink tears to harvest sorrow, but who comforts the one who wrote the sorrow? Gazelle was a writer who built worlds to escape her own traumatic past, but when she wakes up inside the very fiction she did not create, she realizes her mind has become her cage. In this realm, the butterflies are cursed witnesses, the forests are untamed, and the characters she penned have gained a terrifying consciousness. Raven, who was supposed to be a mere figment of ink and paper, is now alive—and he knows his creator. He is broken, angry, and undeniably real. But he is not the only one who has awakened. The ruthless Morgan family, the tyrants, are hunting the "Gazelle." They know that capturing the author means controlling their fate, and they will spill blood to rewrite their endings. Forced to rely on the survival skills of a childhood she hated, Gazelle must navigate a world where reality is fracturing. Trapped between a creation that resents her and a love that shouldn't exist, she must answer one question: Can she survive the story she did not even start, or will the characters write her end? * "This is not a love story. This is life."

Aidan Pierce was the heir to the Pierce dynasty and grew up under the weight of authority and prestige. One of the most strong business empires in the city. But his life deteriorated when his cunning and cruel uncle, Victor Pierce, hatched a coup, painting Aidan as a charlatan and sloppy. Deprived of his legacy, banished overnight, Aidan was sent into the shadows, bearing the weight of treachery and the death of everyone he loved. Aidan is left with a difficult choice when a dark shadow from his past appears with evidence aimed to permanently destroy Victor once and for once. Believing this new buddy could mean giving up all he has rebuilt, but waiting could cost him his chance at success. Discovering a dreadful truth—that Victor pretended Aidan's mother died in order to seize control—and that she has been alive, imprisoned all these years strains Aidan's will even more. This revelation shakes Aidan to his core and also fuels his will with a fresh, very personal intensity. The narrative culminates when Aidan schemes a dramatic public exposure of Victor's network of crime, revealing the involvement of his uncle in armaments trafficking and money laundering. The plan is audacious and full of risks; it culminates in a dramatic press conference that might literally save the city. As success seems almost within reach, Victor acts desperately last-minute. His attempt to leave sets the stage for a high-stakes confrontation determining the Pierce legacy inheritability. Topics of treachery, atonement, and the cost of power entwine over Reclaimed Crown to emphasize the difficult balance Aidan must find between justice and retribution. Every chapter is suspenseful, taking readers farther into a world in which loyalty is a frail idea and trust can be the most deadly weapon of all. Standing on the balcony of the Pierce Corp tower, Aidan understands this is only the beginning as he sees the city that now whispers his name in both amazement and caution. The struggle to keep the crown—against both apparent and invisible enemies—has just begun, even if it may be snatched again.

I worked diligently in the entertainment industry but never got famous. Instead, I went viral for writing fanfiction about the top-tier movie star. Because netizens discovered that no matter which story of mine it was, he was always the one being tormented. They asked if I had ever been hurt by him. Hurt by him is an understatement! Because of this childhood friend, I was always the runner-up. I won a municipal award, he won a provincial award; I took the State English Exam, he took the IELTS. Now, even in the entertainment industry, he's doing better than me! But I never expected that when I opened Weibo the next day, the netizens went wild, and so did I. Rhys Pierce tagged me directly: Yeah, I'm indeed 7 inches.

For Pierce, life has always been a burden. Tired of it all, she decides that she’s going to take her own life. She has no idea what awaits her on the other side, and she’s not even completely sure that she’s ready to face it. After an intentional opioid overdose, she wakes up in a strange, otherworldly place between life and death. She finds out from her supposed “guardian angel” that she still has the chance to live. Will she take it? What happens if she doesn’t? The choice she makes will open a whole new bizarre, unknown world for her. —That is, if that choice is really even hers…

On the night of our seventh wedding anniversary, my husband, Julian Pierce, called to me from the terrace of the charity gala. "Darling, could you fetch a shawl for our guest?" Before I could even rise, my best friend, Sabrina, was already gliding over with a smile. She picked up the shawl but didn't hand it to the guest. Instead, she stepped close, intimately straightening Julian's slightly crooked tie. Leaning into his ear, she whispered a joke that made him chuckle softly. Only when she saw me watching them did she offer a hasty explanation. "Oh, you know me, always messing around. It's nothing, really. Don't read into it." I held my tongue, gliding through the rest of the evening with a placid smile plastered on my face. Once we were in the car, I let Julian bask in the glow of the evening's success for a few moments before I spoke. "Let's get a divorce." The smile on Julian's face froze. He stared at me in disbelief. "Are you insane? Just because she helped me straighten my tie?" …

Pierce Drago is an ordinary kid at age 15 with a peaceful life until the day his parents die. He moved in with his aunt who owns an inn. He is with his two best friends in the world, Max Boom, and Sabrina Kinetic. In the future, he finds out that he and his friends have special abilities. They attend Mashi Academy for the gifted.

After saving Julian Pierce, he would always stare at my face in a daze. And yet, he inexplicably resisted my attempts to get close. Until one fateful night, he drank too much and took me to bed, murmuring in a stupor, "Celeste Vale..." And Celeste Vale is my sister's name. It was only then that I realized that the one that got away, whom he could never forget, was my twin sister. And he hates me for having a face identical to hers.

I spent three years chasing after Young Master Pierce of the capital’s elite circle, yet to him, I was nothing more than an annoyance. High and mighty as ever, he tossed me five million dollars and told me to disappear. So I did exactly what he wanted—I took the money and left. From that day on, my name became a forbidden topic to Young Master Pierce, the untouchable “white moonlight” buried deep in his heart. Five years later, we met again at a banquet. With my arm linked through my business partner’s, I walked past him like a stranger. In front of everyone, Young Master Pierce sneered mercilessly. “You’ve really lowered your standards. Even an old man will do now? So tell me, how many years are you planning to cling to him for this time? And how much money are you after?” Before I could respond, a small figure rushed toward me from not far away. “Bad uncle! Don’t bully my mommy!” My daughter spread her arms protectively in front of me, looking adorably fierce.

After I died, Liam Pierce spared no expense to marry my twin sister. I watched him declare his love with a helicopter, propose on a cruise ship, and even book the oldest castle in Europe for the wedding. On their wedding night, however, he got himself half-drunk. "Nina, you see, you once said I was too poor and not good enough for you. But I was determined to marry you!" I froze, looking down at my own body as it grew increasingly ethereal. He still remembered that he wanted to marry me. But I have already been dead for three years!