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An American accountant in 2025 wakes up to find himself in the body of King Louis XVI. The shock nearly stops his heart, but what truly terrifies him is realizing he’s living on borrowed time. He knows how this story ends, and he refuses to meet the guillotine. With his modern financial knowledge and sharp sense of public opinion, he decides to save France from bankruptcy—and himself from the blade. But politics in Versailles are far more dangerous than tax codes. His reforms stir anger among nobles, foreign rivals, and even his own court. Every move he makes is a gamble. And while he’s busy trying to change the future, he also has to pretend to be a husband to Marie Antoinette. At first, it’s just an act to keep history on track. Then, slowly, she becomes more than a name from his textbooks. Her warmth, her laughter, and her loneliness begin to draw him in. Now he stands between love and revolution, between the woman who changed his heart and the nation he’s trying to save. Can an ordinary man from the modern world rewrite the fate of France and keep both his crown and his life?

Wen Qian's silver gradient cat turned into an 188 cm tall, handsome man. Soft ears, a thick, long tail, and bright eyes, but it seems he hasn't gained sentience yet; he doesn't listen to anything Wen Qian says, only knowing to imitate the way Wen Qian used to treat him by hugging and petting her. He holds her hand to trim her nails, pats her head, and rubs her belly. Wen Qian was about to cry. Every day after getting home from work, the silver gradient would grasp the scruff of her neck, lean in, and nuzzle and kiss her neck. Until that day, after "petting" the human, the man revealed a satisfied smile: "Qianqian, why is your face so red? Is it because you like it so much?" ...... A black-bellied and noble young master, a sunny and naively sweet boy, a tsundere and stunningly beautiful male star, a dark-skinned tough guy as loyal as a dog, a hot-tempered yet simple big boy... Wait, you're telling me they are ALL Beastmen?! Only children make choices; adults decide to have them all!

[BL] Due to a rare condition, Vince’s end of the red string of fate is tied around his neck, while his soulmate's, Jack, is tied around his finger, like it’s supposed to be. Theory says that if they "sleep" with someone that isn’t their soulmate, the string tightens on the other end, letting your soulmate know exactly what you are doing. When Jack feels his string tightening, he feels heartbroken, and starts to sleep around with everybody as revenge, not knowing Vince was a victim of abuse. When they finally meet, Vince is already suffocating. or - Love and fate's hopes for humanity were way too high and all they got was disappointment

“I woke up in a coffin, naked.” Waking up in a coffin, Alina wakes up to a new world. She’ll face off against cultists, robots, mages, monsters, and automatas, and that’s only half of the first day. She’s going to need knowledge, she’s going to need wits, and she’s going to need blood, a lot of it. But first, she needs her underwear. Follow the journey of Alina as she makes her place in the world, that she founds strange, but oddly familiar to Earth. She’ll meet dragon lords, A.I. overlords, warlords, and many other lords on her path of discovering the mystery of Ingrid and the origin of this world. However, it’s hard when all you want to do is bite down on necks. After all, she’s a vampire.

The ribs takeout delivered after a late-night overtime shift wasn't a comfort, but a death curse closing in step by step. A young female delivery worker, a bizarre carp by the bedside, a hoarse whisper in the ear... Overtime worker Joseph is drawn into an inexplicable horror. Childhood sins are awakened, shrouded by the shadow of being flayed alive. Who is knocking at midnight? Who is whispering "Why..." in his ear?

"I am just an executioner who works every day to earn money to live... I have nothing to do with those I execute, but deep down I know how many souls resent me... And the most resentful of them all was Princess Serena: 'If you execute me now, you will regret it for a long time.' I thought it was just an empty threat, and I didn’t know I would become one of the victims of her lover’s revenge — the Tower’s magician, Alister..."

"Goodness, my poor Mathilde! Mine was an impersonation! It was worth 500 francs all things considered! ..."

This is a modern story with a small amount of erotic fairy tale content, all depicting the vibrant and sexually fulfilling lives of the women. The heroines' men are all handsome, and various kinds of play are possible! Author's Warning: This book has been widely discussed; as you read it, you'll find the content truly has no limits...it's really, really explicit. Please view with caution.

The cold wind hit me like a bullet. I took a step but the floor was so slippery that I was unable to catch myself. I almost fell forward into the pile of dreadful snow below me. Then suddenly a hand wrapped around me. It was a large bulky arm that gripped my waist from behind. The man who had been silently awaiting as I moved slowly down the aisle was now holding my tiny body up with a single arm. I turned slightly to see my savior. "T-Thank you..." I mumbled with my freezing lungs.

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?"