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No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!

Author: Tail Tone

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Synopsis

In her pursuit of saving enough money to return home, Hannah found herself playing the role of the "first-love" character in a beloved novel. Originally, this character was a typical stand-in supporting actress, taking on various substitutes for the female lead as dictated by the male protagonists, such as donating kidneys or sparing road for the female lead, which she all agreed. Eventually, the original character succumbed to the pressure, turning dark and meeting a tragic demise with a disfigured face on the streets after being killed by the male protagonists. Hannah's task was to follow this grim plotline and achieve the tragic story's intended outcome. However, in the eyes of George River, she was merely a substitute he had enlisted—an entity dependent on him. When his true love returned, he callously abandoned the woman who deeply loved him. Later, he regretted his decision, only to discover that the once-begging woman was now surrounded by various exceptional men. The individuals who had previously used her as a shield—the movie king, the ambitious young actor who climbed over her for his ideal goddess, and the president who regretted his actions upon regaining his memory—all found themselves humbly pleading for her affection: "Hannah, the one I love is you." Confused by the sudden turn of events, Hannah observed her bank account steadily growing and stumbled upon a newfound skill for crafting tragic stories. As the main antagonist who successfully survived until the end of the story, Arnold Simmons was ruthless, dark, and violent. In his eyes, Hannah appeared to be the most naive woman he had ever encountered, her thoughts consumed solely by love. Witnessing her continuous deception by those around her, Arnold eventually reached a breaking point and seized her, declaring, "Stay by my side; let me handle your tasks." [A seemingly fragile flower with an inner strength, Daughter of the Sea, crosses paths with an obsessed, dark, and sinister antagonist who contemplates disrupting the pond of bred fish every day.]

Table of Contents

Volume 1

Chapter 1: Abandoned

Chapter 2 Original Plot

Chapter 3 Tragic Ending

Chapter 4: Conquering Together

Chapter 5 Unable to Refuse

Chapter 6 Utilization

Chapter 7: Offering a Toast

Chapter 8 Leaving the Banquet

Chapter 9: Villain Arnold Simmons

Chapter 10: Wanting to Take Shortcuts

Ter filhos traz benefícios, comece a competir pelo domínio no mundo casando-se com uma esposa

Lu Chen transmigrou para a Grande Dinastia Sum, tornando-se o Nono Príncipe da dinastia. Ao contrário dos transmigradores em romances, Lu Chen não possuía conhecimentos extensos de engenharia, nem se lembrava de muita poesia clássica. Para evitar se envolver na luta pela sucessão, Lu Chen só podia manter um perfil baixo, planejando desfrutar de uma vida tranquila de esplendor e riqueza. Devido ao status de sua mãe, Lu Chen acabou recebendo um casamento concedido pelo Imperador e foi designado como Príncipe de um território extremamente frio no norte. Justo quando Lu Chen pensava que iria definhar dessa maneira pelo resto de sua vida, ele ativou um sistema na sua noite de núpcias. Desde que gerasse um herdeiro, Lu Chen seria capaz de receber recompensas e até mesmo aumentar seu próprio poder. Anos depois. Lu Chen marchou para a capital com um exército de um milhão de soldados para apoiar o Imperador, e todos ficaram atônitos. "Esse cara não era um Príncipe inútil? De onde ele conseguiu um exército de um milhão?" "O que está acontecendo, como ele poderia ser um Grão-Mestre?" "Parece que a decadência do Nono Príncipe era tudo uma encenação!" ...

Summer fades into autumn. · Eastern

Alpha Next Door

It had been Betty White's wish to marry an ordinary man. Somehow, she became the mate of a Alpha? He promised to love her forever, dote on her, and cherish her. She believed this should be what happiness looked like until one day he threw a pad of papers at her. "Betty, we should get divorced." She fell from Heaven, her heart breaking into pieces. Five years later, she came back and met him again. No longer alone, she was accompanied by a cute kid. The child looked at the man, blinked his eyes, and asked, "Mommy, this man looks just like me. Is he your baby too?"

Ava Sullivan · Urban

D.E.M.O.N.S: Ser invocada semanalmente no es tan malo

—Kat, tienes una cola —dijo Lily. —Mira, Lily, realmente no es algo de lo que preocuparse —dijo Kat. —Tienes.UNA.COLA KAT —dijo Lily—. ¿Cómo es que esto no te preocupa? —Bueno, el sueño que tuve también fue algo raro, pero si soy honesta, lo que más me preocupa es el texto flotante que está en llamas —dijo Kat. —¿El QUÉ? —dijo Lily. --------------------------------------------------- Únete a Kat en sus aventuras saltando dimensiones mientras cumple su deber demoníaco y responde al llamado del invocador. Cada semana Kat se verá involucrada en nuevas situaciones extrañas y oportunidades que le esperan. Durante la semana contará con su mejor amiga Lily, y tal vez un poco de ayuda de Sylvie para descubrir qué se supone que debe hacer con su vida ahora que se está convirtiendo en un demonio. Capítulos publicados diariamente. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Arte por CristianAC: https://www.deviantart.com/cristianac Discord de la historia: https://discord.gg/YzGgDHC

Vongrak · Fantasy

No es fácil ser un hombre después de viajar al futuro

Después de morir de una extraña enfermedad terminal, Ling Lan renació en un mundo 10.000 años en el futuro. Aunque deseaba poder vivir una vida tranquila y sin incidentes en su nuevo cuerpo sano, el destino tenía otros planes... Obligada a disfrazarse de niño sólo para poder heredar los beneficios militares de primera clase de su padre fallecido, el viaje de Ling Lan hacia la adultez estuvo lleno de desafíos. Después de muchas dificultades, finalmente cumplió dieciséis años cuando pudo dejar la farsa. Pero antes de que pudiera disfrutar de su nueva libertad de casarse y formar su propia familia, un giro del destino hizo que la envíen a la escuela militar de niños más importante de la Federación. Con esos giros del destino, Ling Lan no tuvo más remedio que avanzar más y más por un camino sin retorno, uno de dominio frío y distante...

Madam Ru · Sci-fi

Immortal Taoist Lord: My Cultivation Have No Limits

After traveling to a world of cultivators, Su Yu becomes a member of a common cultivation family's collateral branch, with his cultivation talent evolving from remarkably average to an unsurpassable prodigy of the Daoism. With a proficiency panel embedded within him, he defies all limitations of the Spiritual Root and enlightenment, all he needs is to consistently cultivate from nine-to-five to accumulate proficiency and enhance his strength. There are no bottlenecks in his cultivation. After steady growth for many years, the Immortal Realm gains another lord of the eternal Daoism, who even outlives an Immortal Emperor. ... ps: behind the scenes, persistent plot, exciting text, over ten thousand subscriptions.

Warhammer Ranking · Eastern

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2019-02-13

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2019-08-26

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Black Swordsman Online · Games

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2019-01-13

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2020-08-20

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Yechen, let's go home, okay?" " Home? I don't have a home. All of this is just a conspiracy!" "Are you really going to give up on me…?" The flower bloomed and withered for a thousand years. Everyone thought that the Red Spider Lily was the flower of death. Who would have thought that she was so beautiful just because she was waiting for someone's ten miles of red makeup…!

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