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She provoked the most powerful and overbearing man in the city, and only the next day did she realize he was her immediate boss. She thought he was just a passerby in her life, but to her surprise, he became addicted to toying with her and had the audacity to show up at her door. "Wife, you have to take responsibility for me! I have your child!!" "Gong Beiming, can you have some shame?" The CEO actually pulled a little pink dumpling from behind his back and announced quite seriously, "This is indeed your own flesh and blood, you can't deny it!" "Mommy, I found you, yay!" The little pink dumpling flung herself at her, hugging her legs and acting cute and coquettish. Chi Xiaoyu was utterly confused. She had never been married, so how could she have a child? What was even more fatal was that this kid really did look exactly like her…

"You can't escape!" he pressed her against the ice-cold wall. She had been manipulated by him to marry another man, but lost her virginity to him the night before the engagement. On the day of her engagement, he said to her fiancé, "Can I borrow your wife?" And he conquered her ... On the third day, she was handed to him by her fiancé, and he pressed her against the office desk, "I like it this way!" He was addicted to her and spoiled her wilfully, to the point no one dared to stop him. She was unable to resist and slowly fell for it …

One minute, he was scrolling memes. The next? Crushed by a piano and yeeted into the afterlife. Enter System 707: snarky, glitchy, and very much not interested in customer service. Now stuck in the Multi-Existence Synchronization Protocol - aka: “die, jump worlds, survive if you can” - our unlucky (...or lucky?) protagonist is reincarnating across increasingly unhinged realities. Skills transfer, memories stick, and dying? Unfortunately still on the menu. He never signed up for romance, but fate (and System 707's terrible sense of humor) keeps throwing him into tangled soul-deep connections with the same man - or versions of him, over and over again. One world at a time, one sarcastic reboot later, he’s realizing the rules of existence aren’t just broken - they’re personalized chaos. Fall in love. Try not to die. And whatever you do, don’t piss off the system. Because dying once is unfortunate. Dying again? That’s just Tuesday.

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"Some people win lotteries. I won a centuries-old boyfriend who refuses to move on." ------------------------------------------------------- Wei Jun, he thought he was just a normal man from a family obsessed with supernatural things. Until one day, a casual walk near the cursed tree gifted him something he didn’t sign up for— A beautiful man in white, waiting under crimson leaves, smiling like he had been expecting him for centuries. “Ah, you’re finally back,” he said, voice soft as falling leaves. “I’ve been waiting ... just like you told me to.” He called him by a name he didn’t remember, telling his stories of a past life he never lived, and asked him to love him the way his long-dead lover did. Problem is, he thought he was falling for him too. But when ghosts cling to promises made long ago, someone always had to let go. Congratulations, indeed. Because when the game was fate, the prize might just be your soul!

In a peaceful world run by Orpheus — an all-knowing AI — peace is maintained through population control. Every week, a small number of citizens are randomly selected for “Termination,” in a program called the Terminal Freedom Initiative. Those selected get 7 days of absolute freedom. No rules. No consequences. All desires granted. Rayan Malik, a sarcastic coffee shop worker with no ambitions and too many regrets, is one such unlucky winner. But when Day 7 passes… and he wakes up alive… everything changes. Hunted by the system, marked “legally dead,” and stalked by rebels who think he holds the key to breaking the AI’s control, Rayan must figure out why he survived — and what Orpheus is hiding. If the system wants him gone… he might just live long enough to break it.

Concorde, a nation built because of chaos, brought down because of chaos. Witness how Concorde rose to power and how it fell.

O que é concórdia? você está pronto? ninguém segura o que não pode ser contido, as coisas são como devem ser, as traições são escondidas e devem ser mantidas escondidas, os segredos mechem, abalam, quem meche com que não deve acha o que não quer. Venha, mergulhe e descubra todos os segredos que abalam um grupo de pessoas no interior do Brasil, que serão asoladas por um segredo antigo, algo que nunca deveria ter sido desenterrado, uma vez que você faz o que não não deve há um preço a se pagar. Uma coisa é certa, nada é realmente real, e se salva não será nada fácil.

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.