upping the ante

Su hija estaba muriendo—su única oportunidad de supervivencia dependía de un trasplante de médula ósea de su padre biológico. Ese hombre, aquel que Stella Johnson una vez amó con todo su corazón, no se encontraba por ningún lado. Mientras Stella hacía llamada tras llamada, con las manos temblando de desesperación, Charles Hart estaba ocupado construyendo un castillo de cristal para la hija de su amada luz blanca—iluminando toda la ciudad con fuegos artificiales en su honor. Todo lo que Stella recibió como respuesta fue un frío y cortante: "Estoy ocupado." Y después... silencio. Ella esperó. Y esperó. Hasta que el calor abandonó la pequeña mano de su hija. Él nunca vino. Abrazando la pequeña urna, Stella salió a las calles—solo para ser recibida por un cruel espectáculo. Cada pantalla digital en la bulliciosa avenida mostraba la misma escena: Charles, su luz blanca y su hija, sonriendo bajo los fuegos artificiales mientras cantaban "Feliz Cumpleaños", disfrutando de un futuro construido sobre la tumba de alguien más. El amor que Stella una vez sintió por Charles no solo murió esa noche—se redujo a cenizas. Y de esas cenizas, algo mucho más fuerte surgió: Odio. Frío. Afilado. Implacable.

"Why you killed her, Vaterian! Where did your principal gone? You said you will never do it again!" Igor, shouting against me, looked at the body laying on the ground. Her blonde hair was covered with mud and water. Rain dropped on her armor, creating a clear and melodious singing. "Ilse!!!" As I recalled the past, the scream and shock could still be heard and felt even after 9 years. The Ink of the Judgement that exiled me 1 year ago remain warm and moist. "Run far away from the country." My father's advice is still being whispered in my ear. I turn around facing Igor, "Man always powered by something, dream, love, ambition. You always pushed by those wonders, My friend. but I only seek vengeance."

Mi hermanastro, mi pareja destinada, Damián—él me odia. Él odia que mi madre y yo apareciéramos, causando el exilio de su propia madre de la manada. Cada vez que me ve, su poderoso aura de Alpha se vuelve escalofriante mientras exige cruelmente saber cuándo me marcharé finalmente de su territorio. Finalmente, le di lo que quería. Me fui. Silenciada para siempre. Pero entonces, él se arrepintió. Lloró, aullando ante mi tumba, suplicándome que regresara. Juró que no debería haber negado nuestro vínculo, que no debería haber sido tan cruel. Pero yo ya estaba muerta. ¿Entonces para quién es este espectáculo?

Athena Valenheart fue nombrada en honor a la diosa griega de la sabiduría y la guerra… y ha vivido para honrar cada una de esas virtudes. Segunda hija del rey de Flaria, no fue criada para sonreír en banquetes ni inclinar la cabeza ante los hombres. A los quince años ya empuñaba la espada en el frente de batalla. A los diecinueve, es la comandante más respetada del reino: letal con el acero, precisa con el arco, y leal solo a su gente, a su hermano y a su corona. Pero cuando la guerra termina, la paz trae consigo otras amenazas. Durante su regreso a la capital, el destino entrelaza su camino con el de un joven heredero. Un noble distinto a los que ha conocido. Uno que la mira no con miedo ni soberbia, sino con admiración. No solo por la guerrera… sino por la mujer que hay debajo de la armadura. Él no busca una reina que obedezca. Y ella jamás quiso un amor que la encadenara. Juntos, deberán enfrentarse a intrigas, traiciones, promesas de alianzas y amenazas ocultas tras sonrisas cortesanas. Porque en un mundo donde los títulos deciden el destino, el amor puede ser la espada que lo cambie todo.

In a world where strength is law, Kaidan Valis is an outcast among warriors. Destined for obscurity within the hallowed Order of Eternal Flames, he is chosen for an impossible task—to retrieve Ægisfang, a blade of legend, from a woman who defies fate itself. Eira Khali, a survivor of the slums, wields power beyond mortal comprehension, bound to a weapon that whispers secrets of fire and shadow. As their paths collide, Kaidan is forced to question destiny, privilege, and the true cost of power. In the end, will they shape the world—or be consumed by it?

Betraying the person she calls 'master' and killing the very people she was meant to protect, Freesia Wisteria lived a miserable life. Like a puppet. One day, a girl awakes, only to be told that she was the reincarnation of Freesia Wisteria. Her best friend was a saintess and the people moving into her house to live with her was an empress whom Freesia had murdered, a soldier, and a commoner. They all knew Freesia Wisteria, or...her. "Freesia Wisteria and Azalea Marguerite shall both share the same past, present, and futur- bzzt." Said the last saint known to be alive. Now, the tale of Azalea Marguerite shall be told, where she finds her true self.

Avel wakes up in the body of a failed mage. Rejected by villagers, recruited by criminals, and sent on a mission he understands nothing about, everyone calls him a puppy. But when a dark tower, political tensions, and an impending war seep through the cracks of his new life, Avel begins to wonder: who is truly holding the leash?

In the world of nobility, daily life is ruled by power struggles. In this setting, even marriage is just a way to negotiate and obtain power. Taking that in consideration, Astrea and Ewan decide to use a marriage proposal as a powerful contract to overturn their destinies and take revenge against the families that despised them.

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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?"