loss lose loose

The world was destroyed, the apocalypse descended, a new era began, and the right to survive as a Lord was granted to every person. Domains, Heroes, Troops, Treasures, Resources—all of the countless servers constructed by the myriad continents were opened up. Qin Muye looked at his panel, which was akin to cannon fodder, and his domain with its damaged suffix, and felt a strong urge to cry but no tears would come. No divine talent, no hidden hints, no overpowered Profession. "If that's the case, then I'll just have to adapt and live in a different way."

The number one socialite, Song Ci, marries the worst handicapped man, Han Zhan! Everyone laughs at Song Ci for being blind and leaving the rich and handsome second son of the Chuan Dong Group to marry a handicapped nobody. Only she knows that soon, this person will become the richest man in Wangdong City. ...Song Ci has been reborn to the summer when she was 22. Her sister who was killed by her adoptive father in her last life is still alive, the man who let her down is madly pursuing her, and the man who is out of reach for the entire Wangdong City is still a nobody. In this life, Song Ci will tear the scum with her hands, protect her family, and marry the most beautiful love! One day, a good friend asks Song Ci, "How do you feel after the wedding, how is Brother Han? Is he considerate or not?" Song Ci: "Everything else is good; it's just a little too big." Han Zhan, who is eavesdropping is delighted, only to hear his wife grumble. "It's said that every three years is a generation gap. I'm three generations from him. It's so difficult to communicate with him. He doesn't use emoji when chatting…" Infuriated, Han Zhan wears an aggrieved look resembling an emoji. After marrying the older man, Han Zhan, Song Ci drinks rejuvenating tea, wears thermal pants, puts on stockings, and lives a life of no worries.

[Undead Synthesis | Entry Fusion | Ruthless | Witch Transformation | Slight Yuri Undertone] This world is insane. Gods who’ve lost themselves. Witches who’ve stolen divinity. A Church that publicly worships gods — yet secretly covets their power. Nobles who appear honorable — yet devour people whole behind closed doors. If one were to summarize the entire continent’s history in a single phrase, it would be: “The weak are prey, and profit rules all.” Earthling Hemu reincarnated into such a rotten world — as a minor lord despised by all nobles. Assassinations, ambushes, poisonings, false accusations, rebellions — there’s no “most devious,” only “more devious.” Fortunately, the Transmigrator Administration Bureau hadn’t forgotten to hand out cheats: the ability to plunder others’ entries, fuse entries into stronger ones, and raise an invincible army of the undead. Since the ruling class refused to play fair, she decided to flip the entire board instead. “Assassinate me? Fine — I’ll slaughter your whole family.” “Frame me? Then don’t blame me for framing you back.” “Rebel against me? Too bad — I already control your soldiers.” Manipulating souls, rewriting minds, constructing a Soul Network and building an Underworld in another realm, using alchemy to forge titanic giants, modifying bloodlines to create the ultimate race — and when technology wasn’t enough, she’d simply fuse entries to break all limits. Step by step, she ascended the path to godhood. Yet, who could have foreseen — that the world’s calamity, the ruler of death, the “Little Western Lord” of Heim, the eternally youthful Loli Reaper, the legendary Death Witch, Hel Heim — would one day come to regret most of all the moment she placed upon herself that damned [Witch] entry.

Cultivation not only resides in fighting and killing; it is also about the daily necessities of life. Lü Zhong awakens to find that he has become a Little Loose Cultivator with neither status nor background. How is he to survive in this dog-eat-dog Cultivation Realm, rife with deceit and trickery? He can only place his hopes on Talismans, shoring up his foundation step by step and forging ahead.

Amara Piers is living the dream everyone double-taps on Instagram. For ten years, Sebastian Creed hasn’t just been her husband; he’s been her entire world. As the charismatic CEO of a global empire, Sebastian is the man who has everything, yet he acts as if Amara is his only prize. The handwritten morning notes, the spontaneous anniversary trips to Paris, the way he looks at her as if she’s the only woman in the room—it was the "perfect" marriage. Or so she thought. The facade doesn’t crack; it shatters. On a mundane Thursday morning, a stranger delivers a sentence that turns Amara’s fairy tale into a psychological horror story: “Ma’am, I’m sorry... but your marriage certificate and your child’s adoption papers are both fake.” In one heartbeat, Amara realizes she isn’t a wife, and she might not legally be a mother. The man she worshipped hasn’t just been keeping secrets; he’s been orchestrating a decade-long performance. As the walls of her high-end life close in, Amara must face a terrifying reality: Sebastian Creed didn't marry her because he loved her. He "captured" her. Now, the woman who was once his greatest treasure is becoming his greatest threat. To reclaim her life and walk away from her husband's child, Amara must disappear from a man who has the resources to find anyone, anywhere. But how do you run from a man who knows your every thought before you even think it? She was the woman he claimed to love. Now, she’s the one woman he can’t be allowed to keep.

She was outgoing and passionate. She fell in love with him and wanted to make him hers at first sight. However, she abandoned him and left immediately. Later, they met again. He has a new girlfriend now but still entangled with her. She couldn't help but suspect that he had also cheated on her during their time together...

Abidemi had always felt like an outsider the moment her mother died. Sure, she had a best friend and little brother but it never erased the feeling that she didn't belong to the Kingdom Of Valtis. So she decided to leave Valtis for Elov. What awaits her?

"One wild night, one mystery man, and one very legally binding marriage certificate later..." Jasmine Heart did not sign up for this. Okay, maybe she did—technically. But in her defense, she was drunk! Now, she’s stuck being Mrs. Frost. Her new husband? Aiden Stark Frost. Billionaire. CEO. Certified menace in a three-piece suit. And he has a plan: one year of marriage or one heir—then he’ll let her go. But Jasmine has her own plan too: Make Aiden’s life a living hell until he begs for a divorce. - Rearranging his million-dollar mansion? Done. - Making his life hell by flirting with his business rivals? Check. - Playing the perfect doting wife… but only in public while pretending to be the worst wife imaginable? Absolutely. - Definitely not falling for his infuriatingly smug face? Working on it. But Aiden? He’s enjoying the challenge. And worse? There’s something in his dark, knowing gaze that sends shivers down her spine. Something dangerous. Something that whispers… she might not be entirely human either. Let the games begin!

To love is to give yourself away to place your heart in trembling hands. To lose is to hear the hollow echo of what once filled you, a silence heavier than sound. To heal is to learn that broken things do not lose their light, but often shine brighter than before. Healing is not forgetting, nor is it pretending the wound was never there. It is choosing, again and again to breathe, even when every breath burns. And though the world may not understand the weight you carry, still, you remain. Still, you are enough. Still, you are alive.

...You turn and see a man like no other, his black hair falls perfectly in place and his piercing blue eyes meet yours. Every muscle in his body sings in perfect harmony as he moves. ...He gives you a cocky smile and slowly removes his shirt. You knew that the man before you was well built but this is a ridiculously, breath-stealing, indefinable masterpiece sitting in front of you. You're trying to regain some sort of respectability around him but you can't control the flush shifting inside the very foundation of your being. You swallow visibly. He sees your blush shining like a beacon for all to see. His cocky smile returns on his face and he knows what he's doing to you... ....You open the door and the smell of the ocean fills your senses. You feel the wind through your hair and the unmistakable stickiness that comes with the sea air. You walk on the deck to the side of the ship. The moonlight is playing on the dark ocean in front of you. It's a warm summer night. You hear the waves crashing against the ship. You take a deep breath of the fresh ocean air. You stare at the ocean and an unfamiliar calmness comes over you. You feel for the first time that you have to be here, that this is where you belong. You've always wondered if you made the right choice and this feeling right here confirms what you've been thinking all this time. This is your home now....