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Two years after discovering her husband in bed with her best friend on Valentine's Day, Maya Blake has rebuilt her life as a single mother and freelance artist in the charming town of Rosewood Falls. But romance? That door is permanently closed. The betrayal destroyed her trust, and she refuses to risk her heart—or her daughter's happiness—on love again.

Then Dante Rossi moves in next door—tattoo artist, motorcycle enthusiast, and devastatingly kind. What draws Maya isn't just his looks, but the way he sees her art as magic, not delusion. The way he makes her six-year-old daughter laugh. The way roses seem to bloom wherever he walks, and her paintings start glowing with impossible light when he's near.

She's falling for him. Hard. And it terrifies her.

What Maya doesn't know: Dante is a Cupid—an immortal being who will lose his divine powers if he falls in love with a mortal. For millennia, he's been emotionally detached by design, convinced that immortality was everything. He never intended to fall. He never thought he could.

But every smile from Maya, every moment with her daughter, awakens feelings he was never meant to experience. When her manipulative ex-husband returns threatening custody to sabotage her happiness, Dante must choose: protect his immortality or fight for the woman who's become his entire world.

As Valentine's Day approaches and strange magic awakens in their small Vermont town, the truth can't stay hidden. When Maya's commissioned festival mural comes alive—painted couples literally moving, showing their true love memories—she demands answers. And Dante's secret threatens to destroy everything.

"I gave up immortality for you," he confesses, showing her the fading golden marks beneath his tattoos. "I'd give up anything for you."

Maya stares at the man who sacrificed eternity itself and must make an impossible choice: will she let fear win again, or find the courage to believe in magic—and love—one more time?

Can a burned single mother trust her heart to a man with an impossible secret? And can an immortal Cupid prove that some loves are worth losing everything for?

In a kingdom where winter never fades and shadows whisper beyond ancient peaks, the Frost Throne stands as both shield and shackle. Zavian, a ruler bound by duty and scarred by war, has sealed away an ancient abyss that once threatened to consume his world. But peace in Ironvale is fleeting.

As the kingdom rebuilds from its battle with darkness, whispers of rebellion stir in the Eastern Reach. Ambitious lords and masked conspirators weave plans beneath the frostbitten skies, while ancient prophecies foretell a coming eclipse that will test the throne’s fragile grasp. With betrayal blooming within his walls and a forgotten darkness stirring beyond them, Zavian must navigate a deadly game of loyalty and power.

Allies like the fierce mage Selene and the sharp-eyed ranger Faelar stand by his side, but trust is a rare and precious thing in a kingdom built on secrets. Beneath the silent snow and distant stars, the battle for Ironvale's soul is far from over.

Shadows rise, loyalties crack, and the throne's verdict has yet to be written.

Will light hold firm, or will Ironvale be claimed by the silence between heartbeats?

Cleo Ainsley, failed author, abandoned by her family, her editor and filled with shake checks into an eerie hotel with the hopes of making a come back in her career.

However, things are never as they seem in Hotel La Rue. Room 324 is not a room that exists.

Her manuscript comes to life but is Cleo really writing fiction or is she writing something she had witnessed?

Cleo realizes she’s no longer in control. Her laptop types without her. Mysterious guests vanish without a trace. And room 324? It’s not a room. It’s a trap.

As her sanity slips, Cleo begins to uncover a terrifying pattern: every writer who stayed in Room 324 has vanished, including Morgan Melroy, a woman whose manuscript matches Cleo’s word for word.

Detective Fournier enters into the scene haunted by the Morgan case and notices a similar pattern in Cleo.

Does Cleo know more?

Is Morgan really dead?

What is the mystery behind room 324?

“You want me to share the studio with you?”

“Only if you can handle me… and what I want.”

“And what exactly do you want?”

“Everything… on my terms… starting with you.”

When the school decides to shut down the art studio to make room for hockey expansion, Elara Quinn refuses to accept it.

Landon Hayes the captain, the hero, the face of the team is supposed to be her enemy. His world is ice rinks and roaring crowds. Hers is paint-splattered floors and quiet determination.

But when Elara storms into his territory demanding answers, she doesn’t expect him to offer a deal.

Share the building. Work together. Rebrand the team.

It’s supposed to be temporary.

Yet the more they clash, the more the tension shifts from rivalry to something undeniable.

Saving her studio was the goal.

Falling for the boy on the other side of the fight?
That was never part of the plan.

Aila Seymour, my life and my death. Touching her gives me life but she stares at me with her eyes brimming with tears. Her look of innocence will be the reason of my perish. She holds the gun to my head, the arrow to my heart. "I shall continue being your wife."

"Take it. Take my heart. I do not care if you have lovers. I will turn a blind eye to all your mistress. I will endure the heartbreaks and the painful words. I will be with you." She held my gaze and whispered, "I love you, Caelon. I want to be with you, always." I pulled away and whispered in a small voice, "You will die." "I do not care." "You'll cease to exist. Like you have never existed in this life and the next." "It doesn't matter." "You will be nothing." Aila tugged at my hand and snuggled her head upon my chest, "As long as I am with you, Caelon Rouen, as long as I am with you." * We have faced death. We have been separated by fate.Love opposes our match. It is all in vain. I will die on her hands and she will mourn me. We are not supposed to meet but fate brings us together just to separate us, again. I am walking away from the path only to lead myself closer to it.

And yet, there is a way to end the cycle. She has to hate me back as much as I hate her. This is the reason why I married a cupid so I can break her enough to make her despise me. Will her hate be enough for her heart to stop loving me?

Have you ever been so desperate you'd do anything for money? I have. For my mom, I walked into a hotel room, ready to sacrifice my dignity. I ended up with the wrong man—a man who turned out to be my new billionaire boss, William Brown. He thought I was a gold-digger. My colleagues saw me as a disgrace. His fiancée wanted me dead.
I thought my life was over. But then, this cold, arrogant man who humiliated me in public, also rescued me from my abusive stepfather. He mocked my poverty, but paid for my mother’s treatment. He pushed me away, yet his kisses were possessive and fierce.

Wren Hayes is used to being invisible unless someone wants to make her a target. Broke, bullied, and determined to keep her family from losing their home, she takes the only job that pays enough: live-in babysitter for the Ramsey family. The problem? The Ramseys' older brother is Cole Ramsey
Maplewood High's star quarterback, the most popular boy in school, and the one person whose silence has allowed her humiliation for years.
They hate each other. They have to share a kitchen.
As enemies become reluctant allies and late nights turn into something neither of them planned, Wren begins to discover that the boy who never defended her is hiding more pain than she ever imagined and that the armor she's worn her whole life might be keeping out exactly the person she needs most.

“Promise me you’re not dangerous," I whispered.
He smiled. “I make no promises I can’t keep.”

Eliot is everything I shouldn’t want—smooth voice, slow hands, secrets buried behind those blue eyes. I’m just a receptionist with a loud mouth and a habit of falling too fast. But someone is killing again. Every 13th, killing only lawyers and leaving letters carved behind the ear.

They say love is blind. Mine might be fatal.

Because Eliot’s hiding something and I’m the girl who finds it and I realize that Cupid wasn't shooting arrows, it was something else.

But the question is, will he kiss me one last time—
Or leave me with a letter carved behind my ears?

A deafening crack split the air.
GUNSHOT.
For a moment, my mind went completely blank.
When I was at most desperate, my fiancé crushed me by rescuing my sister right before my eyes.
After waking up in the hospital, I faced ridicule from my parents and criticism from my fiancé. My only comfort was the twins, whose father—the handsome CEO of both the hotel and hospital—reminded me of that fateful night years ago when I was set up and left with no options.
I've hit rock bottom now. It's time to reclaim everything that's rightfully mine: the company my mother left before her suspicious death, the truth behind the scheme against me years ago, and justice for my lost children.

He has always been popular since high school. He was a heartthrob in the making. She has always been the smart girl. She's one of those 'perfect' students. She actually managed to steal the heart of the high school heartthrob. Back then, his heart throbs only for her. Years passed and nothing changed. Girls still desire to have a chance to be with him. There's just one thing that changed, though - She's not the girl that he wants to be with anymore.

"I feel like I know you," Isabella whispers to six-year-old Ethan, unaware he's her stolen son. His father Alexander—the CEO she once saved—searches for his mysterious savior, not knowing she's in his home. When his ruthless fiancée discovers the truth, the race begins.

In an era when omegas are scorned and cast aside to society’s fringes—barred from work and education—Seecha Runcharoen, a struggling omega, fights to survive, even resorting to forging documents just to secure a job.
But fate takes a twist when he inadvertently becomes entangled with a mysterious alpha.
Tithnuea, a fiercely independent young alpha who treasures his solitude, is overcome by the intoxicating lure of sweet pheromones, surrendering his raw instincts and losing his purity to the vulnerable omega.
Terrified, Seecha retreats into hiding for years, while Tithnuea, driven by an obsessive desire, embarks on a relentless search for him.
Neither of them knew the other’s story—until everything changed with the birth of Little Shark!

One childhood crush. One unbreakable rule. One mansion where every hallway feels like a trap.

For fifteen years, Leighton Hayes has loved Noah Knight from afar, the untouchable older brother of her best friend Chloe. Now twenty-three, broke, and freshly homeless, Leighton has nowhere to go but the sprawling estate of the man who once barely noticed her. Noah remembers her all too well. The billionaire who built an empire from nothing has spent the last six months trying to become a better man, and the shy girl in oversized hoodies who just moved into his guest wing is the most dangerous temptation he’s ever faced.

Chloe’s single rule was always clear: her friends are off-limits. Especially to Noah, the reformed Playboy who used to burn through supermodels and headlines. But late nights, shared secrets, and one stolen shirt ignite a fire neither of them can extinguish. What begins as whispered confessions and almost-kisses explodes into a secret affair neither wants to end, even as the lies stack higher.

When Chloe discovers the truth, the betrayal threatens to destroy the only family each of them has ever known. Leighton must decide if love is worth losing her best friend. Noah must prove he’s finally ready to risk everything for the one woman he swore he’d never touch.

Some rules are made to be broken.
Some hearts refuse to stay forbidden.

Every time the clock hits 11:10 PM, I am brutally slaughtered in my apartment. And every time, I gasp awake ten minutes earlier to fight for my life. The deadbolts are secure. The windows are sealed. Outside my door, nothing but silence. Yet, the killer strikes precisely on time. Who is watching me from the dark?

In the neon-drenched streets of Seoul, reality hides a hidden layer. The ultra-rich live in luxury high-rises and gated Cheongdam/Gangnam estates with "Static" comfort — private drivers, endless deliveries, and lives untouched by hardship. Meanwhile, the masses in the moon villages and back-alley slums are throttled by debt, overwork, corrupt task forces, and the daily grind of "Hell Joseon."

Minjun, a low-tier scrapper and street hustler in the shadows of Guryong Village (a shantytown squeezed between Gangnam’s gleaming towers), barely survives by salvaging electronics, scrap metal, and discarded tech from construction sites and flooded alleys near the Han River. One night, during a fatal fall while scavenging, his consciousness glitches. Instead of dying, he awakens with a fractured interface and forbidden [Administrator Rights].

Unlike ordinary people trapped in the system of apps, credit scores, and surveillance, Minjun can now see the world’s hidden code. He can [CUT]friction from a scooter tire, [COPY] the speed of a delivery rider, or [PASTE] the weight of exhaustion onto a corrupt enforcer. But every edit burns his stamina and humanity — erasing memories, emotions, and pieces of who he was. To fix a broken city ruled by untouchable elites, Minjun must climb the social ladder and confront Chairman Seojun Kang, the powerful figure at the heart of the hidden System. The cost of liberation is his own soul, one command at a time

Julianna Macey, or Juls for short, is desperate to leave her parents' home. Living at home for her undergrad degree is ruining her social life and making it difficult for her to keep in touch with friends. So when her friend Carlo offers her the chance to move into a student apartment, she jumps at the chance.

The only problem is that the available room is shared by his three friends Kyle, Mark, and Kent. As if living with three boys she's never met wasn't bad enough, Kent appears to despise her. When she's around, he makes a mess in the kitchen, never puts his laundry in the dryer, and acts as if she doesn't exist.

Despite being good looking, Kent and Juls develop a fierce hatred for one another, and she begins to regret her decision to move in with them. However, because her lease still has a year to run, she is unable to leave. Juls begins to question whether living with boys has any benefits or if she acted prematurely. More importantly, she questions whether or not she and Kent will ever get along as well as why he despises her so much.

Maxine Wards ran away from her home, which made her lost in the city. Thank goodness cause there's one guy who saw her sleeping in the street. Harold Vans (the grandfather of five hot jerks) brought her to the Mansion and adopted her temporarily.

And due to important matters, Harold Vans needed to fly abroad for some matters so Maxine Wards left in hand with these FIVE HOT JERKS, named; Alyn Crawford, Louis Howard, Byron Wagner, Giles Christophe and Sid Granger.

What do you think would happen in her life along with these five hot jerks? Would she run away again to run from these jerks? Or she will continue her life and live in ONE ROOF WITH FIVE HOT JERKS?

"Mom, I only want to go to Paris with you, not Dad."

When my ten-year-old daughter said this with tears in her eyes, I thought she was expressing her love for me.

I was wrong.

In our Paris hotel, I accidentally overheard the phone call that changed everything—

"Don't worry, Lily will find a way to extend the trip. I promised to buy her that concert-grade piano."

"Having sex in your marital bed is so thrilling, much better than at my apartment."

"That little girl Lily cooperates perfectly, always managing to lead Sarah away."

In that moment, my world completely shattered.

I thought I was only being betrayed by my husband, but discovered that even the daughter I carried for ten months was their carefully orchestrated pawn.

The child I raised with my own hands was actually helping her father's mistress occupy my home and sleep in my bed.

When a mother discovers she's been deceived by those she loves most, her revenge will make everyone pay a devastating price.

Two years later, when I saw that once-successful man wearing a shabby suit, accompanied by his malnourished daughter at my charity auction, I only said coldly:

"She can come with me, but you—never deserve it."

The day college applications were due, Fern Whitmore wouldn't stop crying — and my two childhood best friends were completely wrapped around her finger.

They actually threatened to give up their Ivy League spots to follow her to community college.

I tried everything to talk them out of it. Nothing worked. So I went behind their backs and called both their parents.

Their parents showed up that same night and put a stop to it. Applications corrected, crisis averted, everyone back on track.

Or so I thought.

Fern lost her two personal ATMs, and one night she posted a goodbye message on social media and swallowed a bottle of pills.

Nash and Declan didn't blame her for it. They blamed me.

They lured me up to the roof. Both of them shoved their hands against my chest.

"Maren." Declan's voice was ice. "You ruined Fern's future. Go apologize to her in hell."

I fell twelve stories.

When I opened my eyes, I was back at the beginning.

This time, I'm not saving anyone.

Every seven years, under the luminous full moon in Taurus, the mermaids of Atlantic City shed their tails and walk among humans for a fleeting month. During this mystical time, Mia, a reserved young woman living in a vibrant city filled with immigrants, encounters Charlie—a charming, playful cat who quickly becomes her best friend. Unbeknownst to Mia, her bond with Charlie is deeper than mere companionship: he is her soulmate, a remnant of her mermaid past reborn as a feline.

As the full moon wanes, Mia awakens in her new human life—a beautiful British woman with no memory of her underwater origins. She must navigate her new world, balancing her job, her ballet studies, and her growing connection to Charlie. However, her happiness is threatened when she learns that she must return to the underwater realm when the mermaid cycle begins again.

Meanwhile, Charlie remains her loyal guardian—always safe, healthy, and content. His unwavering love makes Mia feel secure and emboldens her to confront her emerging powers. As her feelings for Charlie deepen, Mia begins to sense she is destined for greater things. She prepares herself to face the challenges ahead, including confronting dark forces that threaten both the human and underwater worlds.

An evil entity—an evil specter—seeks to fight against God's love embedded in human hearts specially into her classmates when they start to being on possesion of the evil. This malevolent force aims to corrupt and destroy the purity of love and faith. Armed with her mermaid superpowers and the love of Charlie, Mia must stand against this darkness. Their bond becomes her strongest support in the battle to protect both worlds.

I nearly died in the freezing ocean at my adopted sister Jane's birthday party.

When the yacht started tilting and alarms shrieked through the corridors, Dad grabbed Jane and bolted for the deck without looking back. Mom clutched Jane's ragdoll cat in her arms, following close behind under the bodyguards' protection.

They saved the cat.

But left their biological daughter to drown.

Three days later, I staggered home covered in wounds. The living room was decorated with scented candles and a three-tier birthday cake. Light piano music mingled with laughter—they were throwing Jane a makeup birthday party, celebrating how "the whole family" survived the disaster.

This book is the prequel to A Werelion for Cat.

(Warning this book contains content that may be very sensitive to some readers)

Emma grew up in a world where all she knew was pain and abuse.

She had a mother who loved her but didn't have the confidence or self-esteem to stand up for herself or her daughter.

Emma's stepfather abused his wife and stepdaughter relentlessly, leading to the death of his wife.

Emma's stepbrother Leo didn't receive the same treatment as she and her mother. However, he grew up in a household with a man that treated females as worthless objects.

How will Emma survive the abuse that killed her mother and protect her daughter born from an unplanned pregnancy?

This story shows Emma's life from a young child to early adulthood and the struggles she endured along the way.

I died on the night of my eighteenth graduation party, pushed off a rooftop by the two people I trusted most.

In my past life, I was the ultimate fool.

When my two childhood friends—both heirs to top elite families—decided to throw away their futures, I panicked.

They actually wanted to reject their admission offers from Harvard and Yale.

All to follow Lily, a charity case from the slums, to a literal no-name trade school called Sunny Valley Vocational Academy.

I begged them to stop.

I even used my family's connections to try and get Lily into a legitimate university.

But Lily wept in front of them, claiming my money insulted her dignity, and that I was just jealous of their "pure love."

Liam and Noah completely lost their minds.

That night, they cornered me on the roof.

"Vivian, you killed Lily. Go to hell!"

As it turned out, Lily went to that trash school alone and committed suicide.

They blamed me entirely for her death, nursing that grudge until they finally pushed me into the abyss.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the exact day we were supposed to lock in our college choices.

This time, count me out.

I am the youngest Don of the Obsidian Family.
After an unexpected rest, my opponent sent me a street racing invitation.
I went to my brother's company to retrieve my car, but was drugged with ether by my brother's secretary.
She told me that no one could seduce her man.
She kicked my stomach, threatened me with a paper cutter to make a vow, and said her future sister-in-law is the youngest Don of the Obsidian Family—if I dared to retaliate against her, I would die miserably.
I looked at her coldly.
Really?
But I haven't agreed to be your sister-in-law yet!

Seventeen-year-old Trish Carpenter loses everything the night her mother’s heart stops. With no family left, she’s taken in by her mother’s best friend, Miss Britney, who’s also a single mom, and moved into the Roland household so Trish can finish her senior year at Mthland High.

Her new home comes with a problem: Joseph Roland, Miss Britney's only child.

To the school, Joseph is untouchable. He’s the star quarterback, the golden boy, the king of Mthland High. But behind closed doors, he’s reckless, cruel, and far too interested in testing how much power he has over the orphan living under his roof. He treats Trish’s grief like entertainment and her presence like an invitation.

Now it’s war. Joseph is convinced he can make Trish beg before the summer is over, but he’s about to find out that being the school’s golden quarterback doesn’t guarantee victory, especially against someone who has already lost everything.

I’d worked at my husband’s company for three years, only to be fired by him right when a promotion was within my reach.
It was all because I’d been swamped with overtime work one day and neglected the cat he’d given me.
When I came home that night and found the cat food hadn’t been refilled like usual, my husband, who had always treated me with tenderness, flew into a rage for the first time.
“If you can’t even take proper care of a cat, then don’t come to work at all. Stay home and raise it full-time.”
I parted my lips to explain myself, tears clouding my eyes, but he wouldn’t listen to a single word I said. The very next day, he instructed the HR department to dismiss me from the company.

The Zhang family needs an heir!
But this time, the father of “Zhang Chengyi,” a stern and serious young executive,
proposes an unexpected solution:
He asks the daughter of the nanny who used to take care of him to become a surrogate mother and bear a child to continue his family line.
But things take an unexpected turn…
The surrogate-to-be turns out to be a pretty young omega
named “Phapfan,” whose scent of fresh milk is tantalizing
enough to make an alpha like him lose composure!
Chengyi, who has always been cold and indifferent,
suddenly finds himself shaken by this omega, Phapfan.
Could this be more than just a typical surrogacy arrangement?

Due to the world condition which was full of war, disaster, and terror, the leader of Nemonade planet decided to save the world by sending their sons to the world. However, their sons' powers were not strong enough to tame the danger in the world. At the same moment, the general realized that there were some Nemozens who might have the special abilities as their sons. Then, the k held a competition for them. While the competition was being started, the unqualified participants were falling apart. In the end, there were about three participants who amazed and stole the leader's and judges' attention because of their special superpower. As they arrived on Earth, they need to fight and handle some obstacles that came around, including the aliens and their robotics inventions. It was really difficult, but it was also challenging for them to save the world and the citizens. Would they be able to save the world from war and terror? Just read this story! You will totally enjoy it!

Love! Is this word beautiful or deceitful? I am tired of hearing him say that soulless I love you and get back to his mistress, side-chick, or whatever. it is not like we are in a relationship or we are a couple. The relationship we are in is more than something which shouldn't be named.
I just want to be loved by him, physically and emotionally. I should be the one he is seeking whenever he feels horny, is it wrong to feel like this? But not for only tending to his wounds or being a shoulder to cry on. Maybe it's wrong to feel something for the man who never describes you as more than a friend but always looks at you like he wants to do things with you that friends shouldn't. What is so good about her is that he always ends up in her bed, maybe I never will know, and by asking I don't want to ruin whatever we have. but it's time to move on from Ezra Irwin and do something good for my life too. Come and follow Fay Moore and Ezra Irwin in their Life's Drama and know what will happen.

On the first day of the zombie outbreak, my two roommates and I made a crazy decision: before the banking system crashed, we'd take out dozens of online loans and high-limit credit cards!
"Since it's the end of the world, who the hell cares about credit scores? Borrow money! Buy out the supermarket! We don't have to pay it back anyway!"
We smashed through walls, welded the security door shut, and used millions of dollars worth of supplies to build a makeshift shelter . We thought we could survive this catastrophe.
Until that day, in a moment of madness, I rescued a pregnant stranger right under the zombies' noses.
I forgot that in the apocalypse, the smell of amniotic fluid and blood is the ultimate death warrant that attracts monsters from the entire city…

As the zombie with half its face rotten lunged at my throat, an utterly absurd thought popped into my head. Instinctively, I raised the supermarket barcode scanner in my hand and aimed it at its face.

"Beep—Target: Level 1 Mutant Infected Person. Estimated Recovery Value: Equivalent to half a bottle of mineral water."

Who would have thought that in this cannibalistic apocalypse, these bloodthirsty monsters who feel no pain and only know how to kill could actually be forcibly converted into cash by the system?!

From that day on, I completely trampled the laws of this broken world under my feet.

While others were killing each other in the ruins for half a piece of moldy bread, I was comfortably sitting in my "Red Lion" supermarket, doing big business with a zombie whose head I had smashed in half.

Two bags of flour, I traded for a box of antibiotics; three boxes of sausages, and it led a zombie squad to the police station to empty my armory. As long as I can afford it, these tireless monsters are my most loyal laborers.

A vicious thug drove a bulldozer and smashed through my wall, threatening to chop up the men and take the women away. I didn't even draw my gun; I just yelled at the door, "Kill these scumbags, and all twenty kilograms of bacon are yours!" The next second, an army of zombies burst through the window and tore the thugs to pieces in an instant.

The arrogant leader of the survivor base, driving five hundred refugees to act as human shields, attempted to use moral blackmail to force me to hand over supplies? I sneered and sounded the air raid siren, awakening the horde of zombies throughout the city. I sat in front of the monitor, sipping hot tea, watching her, who was once so invincible, be completely swallowed by the monsters, as if watching a play.

Trying to take over my territory? First, ask my paid zombie bodyguards outside if they'll allow it!

Through a crazy "equivalent exchange" strategy, I transformed a run-down supermarket into an impregnable steel fortress that even regular troops couldn't break into.

Until that day, the military defenses completely collapsed. Seven four-meter-tall, city-destroying "tyrants" led a super horde of 150,000 zombies to the city's gates! With only sixty seconds left on the countdown to the tactical nuclear missile, the arrogant military commander, his eyes red with tears, begged me to intervene and save the city.

I was trapped underground by seven tyrants, chewing on the last piece of chocolate my zombie underling had left me before he died, and pressed the system's "Ultimate Equivalence".

The system asked me if I was willing to trade my life for absolute control over 150,000 mutants in the entire city.

I smiled and said, "Deal."

When the white light of the nuclear explosion dissipated, and the entire city was reduced to ruins, everyone assumed I was gone without a trace. But I, leaning against the intact rooftop of the fortress, looked down at the tyrant who humbly submitted to me, my eyes gleaming with a dark golden light.

In this lawless hell, my rules are the only ironclad law!

Just because my face was severely burned in the fire, a woman pointed her finger at me, screaming and falsely accusing me of molesting her son to the whole society.
She incited online violence, ruining my livelihood; she distorted the truth, bringing in corrupt police officers who tortured me to the point of near death.
She thought she could extort some unexpected money.
But she had no idea that my severe burns were because I saved the governor in the fire!

At the family dinner, a Wall Street rising star flaunted his power in front of me, boasting that he was the chief agent of the "Godfather of the Underworld."
My ex-wife's family fawned over me like dogs, pointing their fingers at me and taunting, "You spineless, gigolo trash, you're not even worthy to carry Mr. Victor's shoes!"
Victor, even more smug, turned on speakerphone, trying to use my privileges to curry favor with my wife.
I stood silently in the corner, coldly pressing a blood-red command: [Permanently Delete Account].
The next second, the system's cold pronouncement came through his phone: "Warning, you have overstepped your authority and have been banned across the entire network!"
The room fell silent instantly.
They had no idea that I was the true Godfather, the one who controlled a multi-billion dollar empire and ruled the Western underworld!

Seven years ago, my wife and son committed perjury in court, conspiring to send me to a high-security prison, all so they could elope with that fraudster.
Seven years later, I was released.
My ex-wife, with her son, arrogantly tossed a business card onto my faded work clothes:
"Go kowtow to my new husband and apologize, and I'll give you a waiter's job."
Little did she know that just hours later, at a top-tier financial summit across America, her seemingly untouchable new husband was kneeling at my feet like a dog.
And her proud multi-billion dollar empire was nothing more than garbage I could crush with a flick of my finger.

A zombie outbreak occurred, and my brother and I were both reborn ten minutes before the disaster struck.
This time, he seized the initiative, stealing the two high-level god-tier abilities, [Flame] and [Hardening], and casually pushed me out of the security door, locking me in the zombie-infested corridor.
Through the security door, he arrogantly declared, "In my past life, you always stood in front of me; in this life, I'll take the mark of survival."
In his eyes, the [Tracking] and [Preset] abilities the system assigned me were nothing but useless pieces of paper.
He thought I would die a horde of zombies.
But he didn't know that in the hands of a top hunter, seemingly useless skills could weave a hellish web that made life unbearable and death unthinkable.

Five years ago, on our wedding day, my fiancée Vivian was in the bridal suite fucking my best man.
Five years later, I returned to New York with my wife—the most powerful Mafia matriarch in Naples. At Atelier Milano, Brandon, the same "best man" who betrayed me, fawned over my custom-tailored suit, groveling to the staff about how desperately he wanted to meet the legendary Mr. Salvatore.
He had no idea...
The man he'd once written off as a pathetic loser was the very person he was now begging to impress.

To help his life-saving benefactor, he personally pressed a pregnant me on the operating table to draw bone marrow.
I cried and begged him, "James, I'm pregnant. It's your child. Don't do this to me..."
But he had a look of disgust in his eyes. "Elizabeth, you'd lie about something like that just to get out of helping Mandy?"
Until there was a river of blood in the operating room and that unformed child turned into a pool of bloody water, he finally panicked.
Later, when he knew that the person who saved him in the fire ten years ago was actually me, he held my ashes and knelt outside the operating room for a full three days.

On my birthday, I was dragged up to the attic and assaulted by several men.
I called my parents, brother, and boyfriend for help, but they all thought I was seeking attention and ruining my sister Sophie's celebration.
"Mia, stop it. We're busy preparing for Sophie's party. If you want attention, find another way."
This was the hundredth time they'd let me down.
But there won't be a hundred and first.
Because I'm already dead.

On our sixth anniversary, instead of a gift, my husband Liam video-called me while holding his first love, Sophia.
On screen, that woman proudly waved a positive pregnancy test while Liam sneered at me: "Sophia got pregnant on the first try. Proves your body's the problem, not mine!"
Clutching my own newly confirmed pregnancy report, my heart turned to ice. I decided to file for divorce.
But at the celebratory party Liam threw for Sophia, I was pushed to the ground—blood staining my dress.
When I begged for help, Liam coldly looked away: "Stop faking. It's just period cramps. Don't ruin the party."

My stepsister and I tumbled down the stairs together. As someone with a blood clotting disorder, my spleen ruptured—I was bleeding internally, desperate for surgery to stop it.
But my mother—the renowned chief of surgery—pulled every specialist from the ER. To consult on my stepsister's condition.
All she had was a sprained ankle. Not even a scratch. Yet mom insisted on running every test in the book. And me? Left alone on that cold floor, bleeding out, half my body already soaked in blood.
I clutched at her pants, begging her to save me. But she kicked my hand away and looked at me with pure disgust.
"Lily, are you really so desperate for a man's attention that you'd pull a cheap stunt like this? Your sister's foot is swollen—and you have the nerve to fake your death here?"
In the end, I died alone in a corner of that ignored ER.
But when they wheeled my cold body out of the morgue—and they finally learned about my clotting disorder—
That mother who claimed to hate me completely lost her mind.

My brother was jealous after I won a $50 million lottery jackpot, so he tricked me into believing an extreme ice-age apocalypse was coming.
Because I trusted him, I spent every last dollar my parents and I had—fortifying the house and stockpiling supplies.
Two weeks later, he told me that there was no coming apocalypse. It had all been a lie.
Just when I was drowning in despair, hail started falling in the middle of summer.
The deep freeze apocalypse had really begun.

After accidentally traveling to the post-apocalyptic wasteland, I treated the human leader as a brother, continuously supplying him with modern resources.

Who knew he would conspire with the beastman chieftain to kill me, just to prevent me from rescuing others.

But what he didn't know was that I could travel back to the modern world.

While those two leaders of the wasteland thought themselves invincible...

I healed my wounds, and returned to the wasteland with military hardware and food, storming back to their base!

You want my life?

Then pay for it with your own!

At the dinner party, Alexander had his arm around my waist, chatting and laughing with clients in German.
I was about to tell him the happy news that I was pregnant.
He was tender and affectionate in front of me, kissing my cheek from time to time.
But they didn't know my German was fluent enough to understand every dirty detail.
Like right now, I heard him bragging to the client about how wild things got last night with his stepsister Lillian.

I'm a blind girl, and I've always been close with the old lady living next door.
One day, I caught the smell of blood coming from her apartment.
Worried something had happened to her, I pushed her door open—and instantly realized my mistake.
I had walked right into a murder scene.
The killer was still there.
I had to take a chance.
Betting that my pale, sightless eyes could fool those blood-crazed ones.
I stepped into the blood-soaked room, smiled toward where the body lay, and called out,
"Ma'am, the store has oranges on sale—I brought some over for you..."

When the apocalyptic red rain fell, my brother and I both awakened spatial abilities.

He awakened a space as vast as a mansion and was hailed by the entire family as their savior.

While I only awakened a "suitcase" and was ruthlessly drained of all my assets by my parents to support my brother, then kicked out of the house.

They mocked me cruelly: "We don't keep deadweights. Go wait for death in the 70-degree furnace outside!"

What they didn't know was that my brother's space had no preservation function—his stockpile of premium ingredients would soon rot into a pile of maggot-infested meat.

But my suitcase had upgrade attributes!

While they fought each other over a sip of putrid green water in the 200-degree hellscape,

I sat in the "Eden" I had created, watching herds of cattle and sheep, drinking ice-cold fresh milk.

My fiancé accused me of not caring about family.
To appease him, I planned a family vacation.
But the night before we left, he informed me that he'd given my first-class seat to his childhood sweetheart.
And me? He stuck me in coach on a flight flagged for possible terror threats.
Everyone in his family thought I should just go along with it.
That was the moment I woke up.
I tore up the itinerary and booked myself a trip to Hawaii instead.
Then I turned off my phone and let them sweat over the hotel bill.
It wasn't until their reservation got canceled that they finally started to panic.

My fiancée accused me of not caring about family.
To make it up to her, I planned a luxury vacation for all of us.
But the night before we left, she told me she'd given my first-class seat to her childhood best friend.
Instead, she booked me a seat in economy—on a flight with a recent terror threat advisory.
The whole family thought I should just go along with it.
That's when I finally woke up.
I tore up the itinerary and rerouted to Hawaii instead.
I turned off my phone, leaving them to deal with the $20,000 bill.
It wasn't until their hotel reservations got canceled that they started to panic.

"Strip her naked and throw her in a dog cage."
When Vincent Sterling gave the order, Serena clutched her stomach in despair: "I'm carrying your baby!"
Vincent just lit a cigarette, watching coldly as the bodyguard’s boot slammed into her belly. "Get rid of it. I don't want anything filthy."
That night, to avenge his childhood sweetheart, Vincent personally killed his own flesh and blood, trampling his wife—whom he had loved for ten years—into the mud.
Later, the truth came to light.
The so-called "infidelity videos" are AI-generated, and the manipulative woman's pain is self-perpetuated.
Seeing the signed divorce agreement and the blood-stained ring, the arrogant Vincent went completely mad.
He knelt in the pouring rain for three days and nights, begging her to come back.
This time, Serena sat in her wheelchair, gazing down at him with an icy, detached gaze.
"Vincent, I don't hate you, but I hate you for being filthy."

On my first day as an intern at the zoo, the old director assigned us animals to care for.
In my previous life, my classmate Jack chose the easy-to-care-for African elephant, while I was forced to take on the brutal Siberian tiger.
A month later, the apocalypse struck, and the Siberian tiger successfully evolved, leading me to escape the encirclement.
Jack's elephant, however, couldn't outrun the mutated species and was torn to pieces. Driven
by jealousy, the surviving Jack incited a mob to brutally beat me and the giant tiger to death, dismembering and cannibalizing us.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the animals were assigned.
Jack had already taken the Siberian tiger, pushing the elephant to me, and I knew he had also been reborn.
But what he didn't know was that the Siberian tiger he had devoured was also reborn with me.

"Get out of here with your dying bastard!"
My son suddenly fell critically ill, and the only matching organ was locked in my wife's family's cold storage. I stormed into the company with my critically ill child, only to be met with a severe suspension notice.
Everyone thought I was some lowly social outcast, someone they could crush at any moment.
Until I pulled out that dusty badge, my father-in-law, who controlled a New York business empire, was so terrified that he cleared the room on the spot, his legs going weak.
"Arrange surgery for my son immediately." I looked at him coldly. "If he misses the optimal transplant window, I guarantee your entire family, and this city, will be executed for him."