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The Emperor was once a Taoist who had renounced worldly desire. Then he met Xie Hualang. Suddenly, every scripture he had memorized became useless. She smiled at him once— and the man who spent half his life cultivating self-restraint began losing control little by little. He says he is proper. She says he is pretending. Everyone in the empire fears the cold and untouchable Emperor. Only Xie Hualang knows how easily he melts when she calls him “Your Majesty” with that mischievous smile. - older emperor × teasing noble lady - he falls first and harder - no misunderstandings dragged for hundreds of chapters - sweet couple fights & domestic romance - hidden obsession beneath calm restraint

Hiri a young teenager gets himself caught in his new school's most notorious club: the news club. They are bad but its the only thing he can do to survive their worst.

This was supposed to be a cliché story of a man who’s average in everything, aspiring to help his poor family but got into an accident and brought into another world of fantasy where he met a goddess who gave him cheats to “survive” and every beautiful girl he met falls inlove with him so he was forced to start his own harem while doing adventures around the world. Finally bringing peace and ruling over it in the end. But No, everything went to sh*t! He just graduated, got a job and one night, woke up in a world he knows nothing about, no accident, no goddess/god meeting him, no cheats, he just slept and there he was, with nothing but the clothes his wearing in his room when he went to sleep! “Whatever! I’ve always dreamt of being the protagonist in one those stories. Maybe this is it. The Goddess may just have not noticed me.. no problem, I could wait for my cheats to arrive” This is the story of a guy who naively believe he is the protagonist. Note from Author: This is a pet project of mine and I'm still new to this. So your support including you critique whether it's positive or negative(hope my weak fragile heart can take this) would be greatly appreciated. And best of all, I hope you'll enjoy my work.

While Adrian was away negotiating an arms deal with the Russians, Veronica tampered with my haute couture gown—she knew I had prepared it for the family's charity gala, where I had to be flawless. On the red carpet, in front of a sea of cameras and the city's elite, the seams of my gown tore apart in a moment of utter humiliation. But Veronica didn't care. She pulled me into a lounge and sneered, "You're the Falcone Principessa, aren't you? So pampered. Why don't you just be a good little trophy wife and stay in your lane? Leave the real work—the blood and bullets—to me and Adrian." I lost my temper and slapped her hard across the face. The next second, Adrian appeared, pulling Veronica into his arms and shielding her. He glared at me, his voice laced with reproach. "You're the Donna. Is this how you act? She's defenseless, and you attack her? Veronica didn't mean any harm. Why must you make everything so difficult?" Veronica pressed herself against him, her eyes wide and shimmering with tears. "Donna, I know I'm clumsy. You aren't really going to send me away over something so small, are you?" That night, he didn't return to our penthouse on Central Park West. I sat on the cold silk sheets until dawn, a hollow ache where my heart used to be. As I was packing away his shirts, I saw the tattoo on his back shoulder. The family falcon, once a symbol of our wedding vows, now had its wings subtly twisted into the letter "V." The betrayal was etched into his very skin. Numb with heartbreak, I picked up the encrypted phone and called my father, the Don of the Falcone family.

Dropped this!

Self-insert reincarnation as Rimuru Tempest. Same starting point, but different developments. My plan for the progression takes a complete opposite direction, which might make him weaker than the original, so there's that.

Here, wherever I am, intangible, undefined, conscious thought does not follow a set path with which to follow. Ripples of reflections spread outward, tapering off into nothingness. Beginning and ending has no meaning here, it either is, or it isn't.

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?"

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?"

Amelia Lockhart has one mission: make the top idol Ethan Quinn fall in love with her, then break his heart, so that Ethan Quinn can successfully pass his tribulation and return to his position as a High God. There's just one problem: as the most hated woman on the internet, Amelia is the last person anyone would pair with the nation's golden boy. But when she lands a spot on a dating show alongside Ethan, she sees her chance. She does all the heavy lifting and is dependable enough to make him see her differently. As a result, Ethan starts pretending to be weak. The fans are confused. Their untouchable idol is... blushing? Getting clingy? Calling her "jiejie" in that voice? "Sis, I surrender." "Sis, you can only spoil me like this." Amelia is losing control of the plan. She was supposed to seduce him and walk away. So why is he the one coaxing her to stay, and why is it getting harder to say no?