

Former commando Shay Langley, now blind and working as a massage therapist, accidentally boards a rideshare driven by serial killer Jordan Cullen on a rainy night. Using her heightened senses,she identifies his true nature and escapes through combat skills. Jordan develops an obsessive fixation on Shay and relentlessly stalks her with escalating threats. When police doubt Shay's contradictory testimony, she teams up with delivery worker Kit to investigate,discovering the killer operates multiple vehicles. She acts as bait to lure Jordan into a trap and subdues him in darkness using her senses and combat training. After Jordan's arrest, Shay becomes a criminal investigation consultant while Kit pursues a career as an auxiliary officer—together, they stand guard over justice.

Billion-dollar conglomerate founder Sarah returns home, keeping her wealth hidden, hoping only for a quiet wedding. Unexpectedly, Hailey, her son's fiancée, humiliates her relentlessly to seize her wedding venue — completely unaware that the victim before her is none other than her fiancé's own mother! Hailey resorts to extreme violence. She shoots Sarah and has her bound and drowned in a resort pool to silence her. Miraculously surviving, Sarah refuses her son's protection. Disguised as a waitress, she infiltrates the engagement gala. Before the city's elite and assembled media, witnesses and irrefutable evidence come to light, exposing Hailey's full conspiracy: fake-pregnancy fraud, embezzlement, and attempted murder. The villain is publicly ruined. Sarah makes her triumphant return, reclaiming everything that belongs to her!
![[ENG DUB] World-Class Assassin, Full-Time Mama's Girl](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Once the world's deadliest assassin, Hope retires for her mother. Back home, she finds her mom, kidnapped for 15 years, is being bullied. Hope unleashes her power to destroy the abusers and reclaim all that was stolen from her mom, vowing to be her protector.

As the plane was going down, we discovered one of the parachutes was defective. In that life-or-death moment, Eugene Shaw handed me the last working parachute. I made it to the ground, but my illegitimate sister, Sharon Cook, was lost in the crash, her remains never recovered. After our rescue, Eugene kept his word and married me, fulfilling our engagement. The wedding was extravagant, but our marriage was a complete disaster. For six years, he lived with a searing hatred, convinced I was responsible for Sharon’s death. To him, I was a villain, and my life became a living hell. When we finally reached the end of our toxic marriage, Eugene dragged me back to the site of the crash, choosing to end both our lives in a twisted act of vengeance. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on that fateful day, just before the crash. This time, I decided to give the chance of survival to the person he loved most.

My coworkers and I are forcibly dragged into a bizarre game with the initial title displayed as "War of the Plants". Everyone crowds around to choose camps or safe houses with abundant water resources. I am the only one who picks a plastic apartment in the desert with no water or electricity. My female supervisor mocks me in front of everyone, saying I must be out of my mind. No one is willing to team up with me, and they even bet I won't last three days. When choosing abilities, everyone rushes for practical powers like spatial storage or metal control. I, however, choose reverse photosynthesis that allows me to gain energy from air humidity. Everyone immediately mutes me in the game. Clearly, no one wants to hear my desperate cries for help later. But when the system revokes team permissions and administrator functions, everyone is stunned. The game's name is reset to "Magnet Apocalypse".

My classmate Bianca and I have the same taste. She wants every man I’ve ever dated. She says I’m too naive. That I don't see how powerful men think. She calls it “testing” them for me. She says she’s helping. Then she sleeps with my boyfriend. Then she rubs it in my face. “See? I told you that you can’t handle them. These men are sharks. If it wasn’t for me, you’d have been eaten alive by now.” I choked on my rage. I said nothing. This time, I went behind her back. I went after the king of New York's underworld. When she found out, she made her move. But she has no idea. This man isn't my endgame. He's the trap I set for her.

Joanne Yates, the badass female Chief Instructor of the Navy SEALs, was betrayed and murdered in a classified nuclear trap engineered by her clout-chasing ex-boyfriend, Brandon. But death couldn't hold her. She wakes up reborn in a dark, abusive terrorist bunker, trapped inside the frail body of a 14-year-old angelic girl. An innocent face, but a bloodthirsty war god's soul! With pure muscle memory and tactical supremacy, she silent-kills her captors, pulling off impossible blind shots that leave Brandon's reinforcement unit trembling in shock. From the ashes of the Middle East to the corrupt elite circles of North America, she adopts a new identity, secures the ultimate protection of an Alpha warlord family, and signs a dangerous pact with a seductive arms billionaire. Watch her crush her toxic ex's dignity and ignite a tactical nuclear strike against the Deep State itself!

An obedient psychology student, for her BDSM graduation project, mistakenly gets involved with Dom, the most dangerous gang leader in North America. What starts as a "master-slave contract" fueled by lust eventually evolves into an irresistible and fatal redemption.

“Darcy is feeling dizzy tonight. Let's suppress our bond, Emma. We can have our marking ceremony some other day.” Those were the exact words he spat when I called him on the day that was supposed to be our marking ceremony. It was the seventh time he asked me to suppress the sacred bond between us for his childhood sweetheart. The first time he suppressed it was because Darcy’s pack was under attack and he wanted to be by her side. “Darcy is fighting for her survival and you want me to be pulled by our fated bond? Don't make me believe you are this selfish., Emma.” The third time he suppressed it he said, “Darcy is having a fever. I can't leave her alone.” By the sixth time, he didn't bother explaining why he had the witch suppress our bond in the most brutal way possible because he was in a hurry to go meet Darcy. Since we were fated mates, every time he wanted to be intimate with her, he would have a witch suppress the bond between us. As an Alpha, this suppression barely affects him but as an Omega, it would leave me in a terrible pain that I could not get up from my bed for weeks. Though devastated seeing me in such pain, he would offer me only a few lines of apologies and a bundle of promises to make it up to me in future. That's it. So, when the seventh time, he refused to mark me and came home to suppress our bond to be with Darcy, I had already packed my clothes. It will be the last time he suppresses our bond because the next time, there will be no bond between us to suppress.

“Darcy is feeling dizzy tonight. Let's suppress our bond, Emma. We can have our marking ceremony some other day.” Those were the exact words he spat when I called him on the day that was supposed to be our marking ceremony. It was the seventh time he asked me to suppress the sacred bond between us for his childhood sweetheart. The first time he suppressed it was because Darcy’s pack was under attack and he wanted to be by her side. “Darcy is fighting for her survival and you want me to be pulled by our fated bond? Don't make me believe you are this selfish., Emma.” The third time he suppressed it he said, “Darcy is having a fever. I can't leave her alone.” By the sixth time, he didn't bother explaining why he had the witch suppress our bond in the most brutal way possible because he was in a hurry to go meet Darcy. Since we were fated mates, every time he wanted to be intimate with her, he would have a witch suppress the bond between us. As an Alpha, this suppression barely affects him but as an Omega, it would leave me in a terrible pain that I could not get up from my bed for weeks. Though devastated seeing me in such pain, he would offer me only a few lines of apologies and a bundle of promises to make it up to me in future. That's it. So, when the seventh time, he refused to mark me and came home to suppress our bond to be with Darcy, I had already packed my clothes. It will be the last time he suppresses our bond because the next time, there will be no bond between us to suppress.