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Everleigh was a noble lady who had a happy family. She was supposed to marry Theodore, a hot rich CEO. However, an accident forced her to leave the man she loved the most. Seven years later, she backed as a skillful doctor with cute twins. And she met Theodore again who now became her patient, also the future groom of her bestie. She sent wishes to this couple-to-be. But her heart was bleeding. It's time to say goodbye to the past. But her cute twins had a different opinion. They planned to make Theodore, the man who looked exactly like them, their father! Meanwhile, Everleigh discovered the accident that made Theodore and she broke up, was a vicious plot...

Meng Nianyao never expected to be labeled as a "cheater" one day. Her own family used this as an excuse to drive her out of the house and refused to acknowledge her as a member of the Meng family. Caught in a torrential downpour, Meng Nianyao found herself penniless, kneeling in the rain, and crying in despair. Then, a deep, masculine voice rang above her head and said, "Do you want to be a real cheater?" Meng Nianyao looked up and saw Gu Wencheng. He was known as the golden bachelor of the city, and he was holding an umbrella over her head. As if she was under a spell, or perhaps she had given up all hope... Meng Nianyao nodded. From then on, rumors spread throughout the city: Gu Wencheng, who avoided women, secretly became a homewrecker, and his reputation was ruined. Of course, there were also people who said that Gu Wencheng loved Meng Nianyao to the core and was willing to bow down for her, becoming a homewrecker for love. Meng Nianyao was speechless. The rumors were outrageous, but Gu Wencheng was worse. He kissed Meng Nianyao's delicate neck and whispered in her ear, his voice low and hoarse, "What should we do, Miss Meng? You've ruined my reputation. Shouldn't you take responsibility?" Meng Nianyao: "..." Take responsibility for what?! She was the one who had been taken advantage of and left with nothing!

Her empire collapsed overnight. Her fiancé betrayed her. And now, CEO Anozie Olaedo has nothing left, except a deal with the ruthless tycoon. Arinze Chibuzor. Cold. Powerful. Untouchable. He offers her one thing: marriage. No love. No intimacy. Just business. But sparks don’t follow rules. And when his icy mask begins to crack, Olaedo finds herself drawn into a dangerous game of passion, pride, and secrets. Just as she begins to trust him, their pasts comes back to life. People they thought dead. Truths that could shatter everything. A destiny she never asked for. Now, Olaedo must choose: protect her heart, or risk everything for a man who was never supposed to matter. When the past collides with the present… will their fragile contract survive, or will it burn to ashes?

Novel Summary A geek addicted to games, almost kicked out of the house? No, this is the eve of the awakening of the stock god! The game guild leader called: "Don't quit the game! Come to work at my company tomorrow! You can slack off on your job and your salary will be paid as usual, and it won't interfere with your playing games!" Holy shit! The chairman is actually the chairman of a private equity fund? When the financial elites looked at this person who was parachuted in and couldn't even distinguish the K-line, their eyes were full of contempt. Next—— "Junk ST? Sorry, go all in!" - Ten daily limit ups in a row! Shocked the whole audience! "Bitcoin is going to rise? Short it! Short it to the death!" In an instant, hundreds of billions of short orders crashed the market, and the entire network went bankrupt! "Wall Street wants to short us? Haha, follow my instructions and raid their hometown!" He raised his arm and called for action, and domestic capital forces responded in droves, launching a joint attack on Wall Street! Wall Street is going crazy! The whole company was dumbfounded: "What the hell?! This guy is a newcomer? This is the stock god descending to earth!" From being despised by all to being flattered by all, the elites hugged their thighs and cried: "God of Stocks! Take us to fly!" New York Times headline: "Global markets crash! The devil from the East swings his death scythe" The chairman of Nasdaq begged for mercy overnight: "Please stop! Wall Street is going bankrupt!" Giving birth!" Facing the interview, Su Hao helplessly spread his hands and said: "There is no such thing as a stock god. It's just a sixth sense I developed by opening 999 boxes in the game..."

Normally...meeting, getting acquainted, approaching, dating and then getting married... then how about getting married right away without ever meeting, without acquaintances, and without dating?! Then what about you, who came home to your parents on the weekend, then suddenly in the middle of the night, you were forced to wake up from your sleep only to be married via Video Call by your father who is now on the battlefield with a soldier who you don't even know the name of and his personality, which you probably won't remember his name and face. 5 years of unregistered marriage via video call, never met and never absent, supported by a husband who you don't even remember his name and face. this is the story of Jingga Prameswari Argantara, a tomboyish girl, eccentric, and a super simple human who is the most lazy to complicate. This is a story about her amazing office life, a collection of super possessive cousins, raving about love verses from his mother, gossip from her friends, and her struggle to accept and love an Samudra Arya Fadilla, a cold and an orderly man.

"[Silly + Live Broadcast + Going Crazy Anywhere] Qiao Xi takes on the mission from the Temporal Bureau, entering into a melodramatic novel to correct the storyline, becoming a low-tier celebrity at thirty-eight, and even bound by a truth-telling system. Since then, what was once a serious melodramatic novel underwent a sudden change in style— During a variety show livestream, when asked why they work so hard: Guest 1: "I think of my hardworking farmer grandfather." Guest 2: "My grandmother used to farm; I miss her a lot." Qiao Xi: "For money! Each episode pays two hundred thousand, wouldn't you do it? As long as you don't die, keep working yourself to death!" During an interview, the host asked for the secret to maintaining good skin. Popular actress: "It's natural!" The bewildered Qiao

Lucia Watts was once the golden daughter of Tomasso City, born into an illustrious family, raised in love, and destined for brilliance. But at seventeen, she made one fatal mistake: she brought a stranger named Anna Smith into her home. That mistake destroyed everything. Betrayed by the woman she trusted, Lucia’s father was framed and sentenced to life imprisonment. Her family collapsed overnight. Her father died under the wheels of oncoming traffic. Her mother lost her sanity. The hospital that carried her family’s name was stolen. Lucia died that day. And Emma Wilson was born. Four years later, Emma returns as the elegant and untouchable director of a Swiss cosmetics empire. Beautiful, ruthless, and patient, she has only one purpose: to drag Anna Smith and everyone who helped her into hell. Her path of revenge leads her straight to Ricard Anderson, Anna’s fiancé, a powerful CEO, and the perfect weapon. Lucia approaches him knowingly, seduces him deliberately and lets him fall in love with her step by step. She uses his desire, his influence, and his devotion as pieces on her chessboard. Ricard knows the truth. He knows she is using him. He knows her love is a lie. And yet, he chooses to stay. “I know I’m just a pawn,” he says. “But I’m willing.” As secrets are exposed, traps are set and blood debts are repaid, love becomes the most dangerous variable. Lucia wins her revenge but at the cost of everything else. Because some love stories are never meant to be saved. And some women choose revenge over redemption. ... Umee say that: 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.

As the final dragon lay defeated, Aaran stared at the sky while the rest celebrated. [Awaiting the gods’ response...] He clenched his fists, his heart pounding. A shred of hope flickered in his eyes, only to be extinguished like always. [The attained outcome was deemed unsatisfactory.] Aaran had seen the message for the twentieth time. He had become the gods’ plaything in their desire to witness the “perfect ending”. He regressed once again, but this time as a toddler and charm being the only stat he had. But something was amiss. The world he remembered had changed. Powers that did not exist before had taken hold of the world. Tired of following the traditional route, Aaran chose to fight darkness with darkness… as the gods’ chosen necromancer! *** Discord Link: https://discord.gg/bjetmPER5p

***Book status is on hiatus for the time being. I apologize for the inconvenience.*** When transfer student Haruki Sakamoto accidentally walks into Professor Akizuki's "Psychology of Human Attachment" class, he expects to quietly slip out unnoticed. Instead, he finds himself captivated by both the subject matter and Noa Hoshizaki, a brilliant psychology major whose analytical approach to relationships challenges everything he thought he knew about love. Haruki has spent years analyzing emotions in literature while remaining clueless about his own feelings. Noa excels at academic theory but struggles with the practical application of healthy relationship patterns. Together, they embark on what begins as an intellectual exploration of attachment theory and evolves into something much more profound—learning how to love each other intentionally and well. Under Professor Akizuki's mentorship, they discover that relationships don't have to be mysterious or dramatic to be meaningful. Instead, they learn to apply psychological research to their own connection, developing communication skills, supporting each other's individual growth, and choosing conscious partnership over unconscious patterns inherited from childhood. As their romance deepens, so does their academic collaboration. Haruki's research on attachment pattern development complements Noa's thesis on therapeutic interventions, leading to discoveries that could influence how people understand and develop healthier relationships. Their work attracts attention from graduate programs across the country, forcing them to choose between geographic proximity and pursuing the academic opportunities that align with their individual goals. They decide to trust their relationship enough to support each other's dreams, even when it means separation. Noa accepts an early research position at the University of Chicago while Haruki prepares for graduate school at Northwestern. Their love survives the transition from campus romance to long-distance partnership, proving that relationships built on mutual support and intentional communication can thrive despite challenges. By graduation, they've not only learned how to love each other well, but their collaborative research has begun producing findings that could revolutionize relationship psychology. When their independent studies reveal what appears to be a critical period for attachment pattern development in young adults—a window where conscious relationship work produces dramatically accelerated results—they realize they may have discovered something that could help millions of people develop healthier connections. Volume 1 concludes as their research attracts national attention, with publication opportunities and conference presentations that could launch their academic careers. But Noa hints at another discovery that could change everything they think they know about their findings. This is a story about two people who learn that the best relationships aren't accidents of chemistry, but conscious collaborations between partners committed to each other's growth. It's about love that makes people better, research that matters, and the discovery that understanding attachment theory isn't just academic—it's the foundation for building lasting partnership. A romance for readers who believe love can be both analytical and passionate, practical and profound. More volume will be out soon!

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?"