

Last night I received notice that the Family was cutting me loose. The explanation was flimsy: my thinking was outdated, I refused to modernize, and I was seriously obstructing the Family's expansion. That morning, my fiance stopped me in the corridor, his expression icy. "Kelly was right. Someone as stubborn and inflexible as you only holds the Family back. "And don't blame me for cutting you. You offended someone you shouldn't have." Kelly leaned against the railing, surrounded by her men, and watched me with a smug smile. She was the Don's own niece. Two weeks earlier, she had been parachuted in to take over the Family's core operations, using reform as an excuse to purge every elder. At the Family meeting yesterday, I rejected her reckless expansion plan in front of everyone. Kelly shot me a cold glance from the crowd, contempt sharpening her voice. "Certain old relics who can't move with the times outlived their usefulness long ago. Clinging to power only drags the whole Family down. "If you know what's good for you, get out." My expression remained unreadable. Without a word, I signed the papers withdrawing from the Family. What she didn't know was that I had never needed to stay in this Family. Someone had begged me to stay and hold it together. Then I posted on Instagram. "I have left the Family. I look forward to seeing what comes next." The moment the post went live, the entire underworld erupted.

John Brooke has spent years doing construction work to put his girlfriend through school. The day she finally graduates, he shows up with a ring.She shows up with news that she's marrying his best friend. The whole humiliating scene plays out right in front of Luna Taylor, CEO of Taylor Group, who happens to be passing by. She sees in John something she rarely encounters— genuine goodness. On impulse, Luna proposes. He says yes. John's ex watches the man she discarded walk into a life she couldn't have imagined for him and realizes too late exactly what she threw away.

John Brooke has spent years doing construction work to put his girlfriend through school. The day she finally graduates, he shows up with a ring.She shows up with news that she's marrying his best friend. The whole humiliating scene plays out right in front of Luna Taylor, CEO of Taylor Group, who happens to be passing by. She sees in John something she rarely encounters— genuine goodness. On impulse, Luna proposes. He says yes. John's ex watches the man she discarded walk into a life she couldn't have imagined for him and realizes too late exactly what she threw away.

My daughter, Ruby Pratt, has leukemia. She needs a bone marrow transplant—and fast. Out of everyone in the family, my husband, Dan Pratt, was the only match. I begged him for an entire month before he finally agreed to go through with the donation. But on the morning of the surgery, he went completely off the grid. I stood outside the hospital all day, waiting. No calls. No texts. Not even a shadow. That night, his childhood friend, Valerie Kinder, posted on Instagram. In the photo, Dan was holding Valerie's hand with one arm and carrying her young son with the other—on a beach in Lulabo City. The caption read: [Soaking up the sun! Dan cleared his whole schedule to join us on a month-long trek and we finally made it to the coast! My little boy said Uncle Dan made his ocean dream come true. Pure joy!] My heart splintered. While I was drowning in worry over my daughter, he was off playing happy family with them. I wiped my tears and typed a comment beneath her post: [Not 'Uncle.' From now on, he's your son's father.] That night, I finally got a call from him. "Babe, don't be like this," Dan said. "You're not being fair. "Valerie's son has been bullied at school for not having a dad. I couldn't stand seeing him hurt, so I took them on this trip. It was supposed to help him heal. "I'll catch the first flight back tomorrow and head straight to the hospital to donate the marrow. I promise." I hung up with a bitter smile. The next morning, Dan rushed into the hospital room. But all he found on the bed was a death certificate.
![[ENG DUB] Acid Rain Apocalypse: My Farm System vs. the Zombie Queen](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
During the acid rain apocalypse, the global order has collapsed.Humanity is faced with imminent danger that threatens their survival.In my previous lifetime, I cowered in my safe house and counted down the days of survival with great difficulty. But Amy Carter's jealousy toward me caused me to get attacked by the villagers. In the end, I died under the zombies' hungry maws.When I get reborn, I receive an RV at a village ceremony and modify it. Not only that, but I've also awakened a farm system. I get to live my life without worrying about my basic needs.On top of that, I've obtained great combat power, too.Meanwhile, Amy has awakened a system of her own that allows her to evolve and command zombies around her. In this lifetime, she vows to kill me no matter what. This marks the start of the apocalyptic vendetta between us.

Miss Peach, at a lavish party hosted by her best friend Miss Apple, accidentally becomes intimate with Apple's father, Mr. Banana, and ends up pregnant with a secret baby carrying banana genes. To survive and climb the social ladder, Peach tries to hide the truth of her pregnancy, while Apple remains completely unaware and even helps her find the ""deadbeat dad."" As her belly grows and develops banana peel-like texture, Mr. Banana's ex-wife, Madam Durian, returns and attempts to send the mutant mother and child to a juice factory for destruction. In the end, the secret baby shocks everyone, breaking the pure-genus prejudice chain of the fruit world. Peach successfully rises in status, Apple becomes her stepdaughter, and the family is reassembled in an utterly absurd way. And the starting point of it all was a carefully orchestrated scheme by Peach herself.

Over the course of five years, Renee’s lawyer fiancé, Owen, calls off their wedding fifty-two times. And every single time, it’s because of his beautiful young intern, Vanessa.At their fifty-second ceremony, Renee stands alone at the altar with a fever while Owen rushes Vanessa to the hospital over an injured ankle. Before leaving, he promises to make it up to Renee at their next wedding—confident that no matter how many times he abandons her, she will always be there waiting.But this time, Renee doesn’t cry or beg him to stay. She quietly destroys her wedding dress, resigns from their law firm, and clears everything she owns out of their apartment overnight.When Owen finally returns to the dark, empty home and finds her broken bracelet in the trash, he realizes that the woman who once loved him more than anything has vanished from his life.What he doesn’t know is that Renee has been hiding a powerful identity—one that could shake the entire legal world.

I’m a mortal priestess, but a Tartarus death curse is killing me. The only cure is a Golden Apple from Olympus, which blooms once a century to purify a soul. But my soulmate—Zale, son of Poseidon—snatched my apple away. He fed it to my sister, Melora, just to heal a minor magical burn. I abandoned my final treatments at the Temple of Apollo. Instead, I drank a vial of Lethe poison, laced with water from the Styx. It silences all pain. The price? In three days, my soul will turn to ash. No afterlife. No reincarnation. In my final three days on earth, I let everything go. I gave my Healing Temple to Melora. My parents, the high priests, smiled in relief. When Zale drew the Blade of Olympus to sever our soulmate bond, I gladly offered my heart's blood. He stroked my cheek and praised my “generosity.” As if I’d finally learned my lesson. I pushed my son, Philon, toward Melora and told him to call her “Mom.” He cheered and threw himself into her arms, crying out that her lullabies were sweeter. I gave up everything. None of them even noticed I was dying. They just looked at me proudly. "Our Kressa has finally learned her place." But I can't help wondering... when I fade into stardust forever, will they even remember me?

Three days before my wedding, Adrian canceled it for the fifty-second time. He came to the Palermo workshop to approve my gown’s crest embroidery, but the moment I stepped out from the fitting curtain, he snatched up his holster and radio. “Torino bastards smashed Bianca’s vineyard, surrounded the estate. Lia’s terrified, so I have to go. The wedding is off.” Once, I would have stopped him and demanded to know who mattered more to him, me or Bianca. This time, I simply let him go. Thirty minutes later, Bianca posted an Instagram Story: [You’re the only shelter for me and my daughter.] The photo showed Adrian holding Bianca close, with Lia in his arms, calling him Dad. They looked like a real family. My parents sighed. “Seraphina, is the wedding in Hawaii off again? We’ve already sent the invitations to every renowned Italian family. What will this do to the Bellini family’s honor?” I shook my head, tapping the backup invite. "The wedding goes on. In three days, I’ll still be a bride. Just not Adrian’s."

Just because I agreed to cover my adoptive sister's shift, I was beaten half to death by the patient's furious family.My brother David, a police officer, found me.And my childhood sweetheart Nick, a brilliant forensic pathologist, successfully saved my life.From childhood to adulthood, I had always been the one most doted on by my brother and Nick.But I never imagined that the ones who would truly send me to hell were them.My police officer brother David threw me into the bed of the most perverted rapists.He watched coldly as I was violated and tortured, without a flicker of emotion.When I had been abused beyond recognition, it was Nick who took me away.But he didn't save me. Instead, at the brink of death, he dismembered me.Natalie:" Why?"Nick:" You shouldn't have fought with Mia for our affection."My adoptive sister, Mia?But I was the one who was supposed to have all of this…I'm not willing to accept this!Now, I've returned to that fateful night when everything began.This time, I won't let them succeed. "None of you who plotted against me will get away. "