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After three years of marriage, Evelyn finally got pregnant. She thought it would be the happiest day of her life until her own husband’s hands pushed into hell her. Evelyn went to the company to inform Alain about her pregnancy, only to be met with the sight of him having sex with his secretary. Alain had betrayed her. “Let’s get a divorce,” he said, the three years of affection crushed like worthless paper. He showed no shame as he continued his affair right in front of her, under the guise of nakedness. “Fine,” Evelyn agreed. She looked proud and aloof. She swallowed the news of her pregnancy, holding it tight in her throat without uttering a word. But as she turned away, she burst into tears. She returned home, prepared the divorce papers, signed them, packed her belongings, and left. But on the way, Evelyn fainted because of her foetal derangement. A kind man took her to the hospital and left her with a beautiful wish. Other than that, she knew nothing about him. Five years later, Evelyn had a successful career and a peaceful life with her young son - Dennis. But one day, her son brought a strange man home, none other than Alain! Evelyn was stunned. Her ex-husband had returned, shamelessly begging her for forgiveness, wanting to regain her and Dennis. He wanted her to come back to him. But Evelyn didn’t agree. Despite Alain’s coercion, she refused. And at that moment, “he” suddenly appeared, unexpectedly and silently as he did five years ago. He pulled her up from the depths and slapped her ex-husband directly in the face with one sentence: “You’re not worthy of her.” ... Umee: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

Ravaged and desolate, the Old World perished beneath the polluted sky. Radiation and infestation plagued the Earth all while a mere fraction of the human population remained. Of that rapidly diminishing population, a man approaching his thirties found himself entangled with Earth's current "War Lords" -- a pathetic bunch of insecure men who dominate what remains of the blue planet. Thrown into one of the prisons, Cain is ruthlessly prodded and experimented on. Subjected to radiation, gene altercation, and given various poisons and toxins alongside a slew of potential antidotes to match -- Cain became the War Lord’s guinea pig. Only after satisfying their voracious greed for revenge did the War Lord’s finally grant Cain some semblance of mercy. Strapped to a metal chair with a thick steel collar hung around his throat, Cain prepared himself for death. While his body slowly melted underneath the heat of one of the War Lord’s new experimental serums, an unfamiliar women’s voice called out to Cain. Summoned by a random girl in another world, she calls Cain a demon. “Demon?” Cain questions. But then it hits him — he’s been reborn and summoned. It’s a two-for-one special! *** Follow along Cain's rebirth and his unfortunate summoning into another world filled with trials, tribulations, and tragedy all composed by yours truly, thelostboy. Side note: I've tried this writing thing before and it's a lot more taxing than I was expecting. Rather than continue my old story that I fell out of love with, I figured it would be all-around more enjoyable for myself and my readers to create something I'm newly passionate about than return to shallow waters. Also also, once I get into a writing rhythm again I plan on creating a Patreon for early access chapters, I've decided not to Contract this novel for the more respectable, mature approach -- begging. May we pray I write something good.

She smiled as the world burned. He watched, bound by duty and the weight of justice. Selene Blackwell, 24, the youngest inmate to be thrown into Redboiler Prison — a maximum-security prison where only the worst of monsters are kept. They called her a psychopath. But Chief Caelum Rothwell sees something else. Beneath her cunning grin and mocking eyes, he finds a story buried in blood and fire — and something far more dangerous: a reason. Trained in rules, discipline, and the cold hands of military law, Caelum never thought he’d bend. Not for anyone. Not even her. But when a spark blooms between the sinner and the one sworn to lock her away, boundaries blur. Truths unravel. And love begins to rot the bars they built between them. One smile can rewrite a sentence. One lie can trigger a war. In a prison where secrets fester and the law is absolute, how far will you go to save the woman the world has already condemned?

In the bustling suburbs of modern-day Tokyo, sharp-eyed high schooler Kai Tanaka juggles cram school, crushes, and a knack for spotting the truth behind everyday mishaps. When a classmate's "accidental" bike crash turns out to be no accident, Kai dives into pint-sized puzzles—from swapped lunchbox pranks to neighborhood feuds gone wrong—all while hiding his growing suspicion that his late father's unsolved hit-and-run ties into something bigger. Each case wraps up with clever deductions and heartfelt resolutions, but the shadows of Kai's past linger just out of reach. Join this addictive cozy mystery webnovel for bite-sized thrills, relatable teen drama, and endless "what if" twists—ideal for fans of Detective Conan seeking simple, feel-good sleuthing in 1000+ chapters of high school hijinks and hidden secrets!

This is a book made up of three short stories that are unrelated to each other. Can read standalone. [One Sentence]- Aria woke up one day to realize that a serial killer is in town. Oh no, not just a serial killer, but the killer seemed to target only her family members and friends. Not knowing what could be happening, she found herself fighting to stay alive. But what is her mistake? Why chase after her? She came to understand that a simple sentence she made casually brought her, her dooms day. How can she be a survival when the killer has come to kill and destroy? [Karma]- A woman received an innocent hello on Facebook but she decided to ruin the man’s family instead of chatting with him. At the end, Karma came into the picture. [Pride]- Sarah and Sean are a loving married couple, one could say they are perfect but they have only one problem, they both have pride. When the other does something, both will pick offense and non will apologize or seek for peace but neither of them know that one day that same pride will not only destroy their marriage but will leave one of them seriously heartbroken with regrets and a lot of had I known’s. A short story with moral lesson A must read Publisher：i&i Publisher

Aria woke up one day to realize that a serial killer is in town. Oh no, not just a serial killer, but the killer seemed to target only her family members and friends. Not knowing what could be happening, she found herself fighting to stay alive. But what is her mistake? Why chase after her? She came to understand that a simple sentence she made casually brought her, her dooms day. How can she be a survival when the killer has come to kill and destroy? Publisher：i&i Publisher

Liam graduated from Westfield College two years ago, but the regrets never stopped haunting him. The fight he should have won. The reputation he never built. The emotions he locked away. The boy he refused to acknowledge. When a mysterious god offers him a second chance, Liam wakes up back in Class 4—eighteen years old again, lying in the same bunk bed at Ashford Hostel where it all began. Armed with years of experience and the confidence he lacked before, Liam is determined to rewrite his story. No more hesitation. No more living passively. No more running from who he truly is. But changing the past isn’t just about making different choices. It’s about confronting the moments that shaped him—the fight with Franklyn that defined his reputation, the friendships he took for granted, and most importantly, Oliver Mason, the platinum-haired junior who will one day mean everything to him. In the original timeline, Mason became Liam’s school son when he reached Class 1. Their bond grew deeper than any mentorship should, and Mason fell in love. But Liam, terrified of his own feelings, locked his heart away and focused only on their roles as school father and son. It was a regret that haunted him long after graduation. Now, Liam has asked the god for one impossible gift: for Mason to slowly regain memories of their future together. But Mason is still Class 0, and those memories won’t fully return for six months to a year. Until then, Liam must navigate the delicate balance of protecting Mason from afar, building his reputation for Class 5, and learning to accept the truth he spent his first life denying. This is a story about second chances, self-discovery, and finding the courage to live authentically. In a world of hostel hierarchies, football matches, brutal roasting sessions, and late-night gisting, Liam will learn that the hardest fight isn’t against others—it’s against yourself. A slow-burn BL novel set in a boarding school, told through internal monologue, slice-of-life moments, and the bittersweet journey of a boy learning to embrace who he’s always been.

Hiragi, a brilliant young detective with a sharp mind for psychology, never expected his life at Shirokuma High to be ordinary. From mysterious murders to hidden schemes, unexplained accidents to secret grudges, danger lurks in every corner. With each case more puzzling than the last, Hiragi must uncover the truth hidden in the shadows, where motives are twisted, and nothing is as it seems. Will he solve the mysteries before secrets destroy everyone around him?

Elowens sister disappeared when she was eight years old, something about it never felt right. Her parents, the adults from the academy, everyone, always told her that Nuri went to serve the noble classes and like many did, chose not to contact their family. When Elowen is accepted for a scholarship to Dorian Academy, the same one her sister attended before disappearing from her life, she finds not everything is as it seems. Nuri left Elowen half a decade old clues to what happened to her, what’s going on behind the closed doors of the academy and what Elowen can do to find her. Nuri disappeared five years ago after attending and graduating Dorian Academy. However, before she graduated, Nuri discovered part of a scheme to end peace between the Nations of Caline. She found out what happens to the other lower class students of Dorian and in an attempt to get the knowledge out, she left clues for her younger sister. Confident in her sister’s abilities, it’s been five years and Elowen has started at the academy. Will her clues and advice help Elowen survive the journey to finding her? Will Elowen discover where her sister went? Will Nuri and Elowen reunite? Read to find out.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"