

Everyone thinks Lucien Thorne is just another homeless drifter. In truth, he's the last heir of Solomon's magic, wielding ancient spells lost for thousands of years! His search for a sacred relic leads him to Isabella Sterling, the powerful heiress he was promised long ago!

Top engineer and designer Edwin Stanford learns his son Mason has been framed by wealthy businessman Robert Jasper and imprisoned in “Bridgewell Prison”—a facility Edwin himself designed. To save his son, he endures humiliation and enters the prison as an inmate. Inside, he uses his intelligence to gain the trust of crime boss Dave while secretly leveraging his intimate knowledge of the prison’s structure to execute his plan. He must not only break his son out of this steel cage but also exploit Robert’s greed and paranoia to set the ultimate trap—turning this symbol of absolute control into the judge’s own tomb. This is a father’s revenge executed through knowledge and patience, the ultimate counterattack against evil and betrayal.

"Fifteen years ago, I casually helped a homeless kid who couldn’t afford a football. I handed him three hundred dollars and, half-joking, asked for 1% of his future company as “founder’s shares.” I just wanted to give him a push to chase his dream. Fifteen years later, the football club I built is on the verge of collapse. The three children I raised with my own hands team up to steal my company, drain my accounts, and grind me into the dirt. Players are demanding unpaid wages, my wife is dying of a terminal illness, and my most trusted friend forces me to my knees. Just to save my employees and my family, I swallow my pride and give up everything. Right when everyone’s waiting for me to finally break— A fleet of luxury cars from a thousand-billion-dollar empire rolls up to my door. That same scrawny, homeless boy who once had nothing… has come back."

Fifteen years ago, I casually helped a homeless kid who couldn’t afford a football. I handed him three hundred dollars and, half-joking, asked for 1% of his future company as “founder’s shares.” I just wanted to give him a push to chase his dream. Fifteen years later, the football club I built is on the verge of collapse. The three children I raised with my own hands team up to steal my company, drain my accounts, and grind me into the dirt. Players are demanding unpaid wages, my wife is dying of a terminal illness, and my most trusted friend forces me to my knees. Just to save my employees and my family, I swallow my pride and give up everything. Right when everyone’s waiting for me to finally break— A fleet of luxury cars from a thousand-billion-dollar empire rolls up to my door. That same scrawny, homeless boy who once had nothing… has come back.

Brad Lowe is a top player who transmigrates into the fantasy world, the Twilight Continent, the moment he quits the game. He retains every perfected skill—but has zero interest in adventuring. Monsters? Too lazy to fight. Beauties? Too lazy to flirt.Even divine blessings are rejected. Yet fate drags him into wars among adventurers, turning a man who only wants to rest into an unwilling “savior.”

On her anniversary, Annabelle received proof of her husband Xavier's affair, the final straw after a decade of silent endurance. Shattering her gilded cage, she forged an alliance with cold CEO Fletcher for vengeance. When impostor Rebecca's identity exploded at the gala and design theft schemes unraveled, Annabelle rose from the ashes as the true successor. With Xavier behind bars and his mistress in ruins,Annabelle and Fletcher sealed their hard-won love amidst corporate warfare. Ten bitter years distilled to sweetest victory. On the rise to glory, passion aged into forever.

In 2026 she runs empires. In 1993 she wakes up disfigured, limping, robbed of her dowry, despised by her own son, and thrown out of her home by a husband and his mistress who between them nearly finish the job permanently. The body she inherits belongs to Mya Lane, a woman destroyed by everyone who was supposed to protect her. What they don't account for is who is inside it now. She carries a smartphone from thirty years in the future and the instincts of someone who has outmaneuvered boardrooms full of sharks. The scars heal faster than anyone expects. The money comes next. When her husband, his mistress, her mother-in-law, and her brainwashed son come at her one by one, she meets every single one of them with everything she has.She doesn't leave until every debt is settled and the divorce papers are signed on her terms.

Kidnapped as a child, CEO Ryan Luke finally finds his birth parents twenty three years later, and instead of walking in as the head of a company, he comes home posing as a broke nobody. He wants to know if what's waiting for him is real. His sister-in-law sneers at his shabby clothes, relatives whisper behind his back and make no effort to hide their scorn, but his parents pull out a sweater they've kept folded away for years, saved for the son they never stopped waiting for. Moved by their quiet, unconditional welcome, Ryan stays in disguise and quietly starts rebuilding his younger brother's confidence and prospects, while working behind the scenes to expose the relatives circling the family for what they can get. When the truth finally comes out at a public demolition meeting, he reveals exactly who he is, moves his parents and brother into a home worthy of them, and the two brothers celebrate a joint wedding as the family, finally whole, comes together.

Kidnapped and brutally dismembered, Nora's ghost returns home to find her police-parents doting on their adopted daughter. But karma hits hard when they're called to autopsy a mutilated corpse. The horrifying truth shatters them: it’s Nora—their neglected biological daughter. Their agonizing regret comes far too late.

Yvonne Smith should have returned to her home planet after completing 100 missions. Yet, she is mistakenly transported into a post-apocalyptic zombie world instead. In this world, males can transform into beastmen, but this power comes at a cost—the risk of mental instability and frenzy. Only females are capable of calming them. As the daughter of the duchess of Northreach, the host has five outstanding beastmates, but because of her personality…
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Yvonne Smith should have returned to her home planet after completing 100 missions. Yet, she is mistakenly transported into a post-apocalyptic zombie world instead. In this world, males can transform into beastmen, but this power comes at a cost—the risk of mental instability and frenzy. Only females are capable of calming them. As the daughter of the duchess of Northreach, the host has five outstanding beastmates, but because of her personality…

In my previous life, my girlfriend's childhood friend impersonated a rich heir and messed around with the fake power he had. I exposed him, and he crashed his car into me. In my final moments, my girlfriend's sister begged on her knees, pleading for my girlfriend's aid, hoping she could save me, but my girlfriend did nothing. "He wouldn't do that. Zacharias is beyond this. He would never dirty his hands for a nobody like this guy. He might be my boyfriend, but that doesn't mean he can do anything he wants. He'd better know his place." My girlfriend's sister remained on the ground for three days. In the end, Zacharias dragged her away, violated her, and killed her. Even at my dying breath, my girlfriend was still covering up for her childhood friend. She refused to believe Zacharias hit someone with a car and violated her sister. And then I was reborn. This time, I did not beg and plead for my girlfriend to give me a moment of her time. I called my brother instead. "Hey? Yeah, it's me. Some bastard impersonated me and is dragging my name through the mud. I need you to take that guy out. Also, I'm not marrying Annabelle Lawson. I'm taking her sister instead." I gave the Lawsons a lot of resources so they could grow, and what did I get in the end? An ungrateful woman who would leave me stranded and dying all for another man. With all their resources pulled, Annabelle and her childhood friend would be saying goodbye to their good old days and hello to their personal hell.

In my previous life, my girlfriend's childhood friend impersonated a rich heir and messed around with the fake power he had. I exposed him, and he crashed his car into me. In my final moments, my girlfriend's sister begged on her knees, pleading for my girlfriend's aid, hoping she could save me, but my girlfriend did nothing. "He wouldn't do that. Zacharias is beyond this. He would never dirty his hands for a nobody like this guy. He might be my boyfriend, but that doesn't mean he can do anything he wants. He'd better know his place." My girlfriend's sister remained on the ground for three days. In the end, Zacharias dragged her away, violated her, and killed her. Even at my dying breath, my girlfriend was still covering up for her childhood friend. She refused to believe Zacharias hit someone with a car and violated her sister. And then I was reborn. This time, I did not beg and plead for my girlfriend to give me a moment of her time. I called my brother instead. "Hey? Yeah, it's me. Some bastard impersonated me and is dragging my name through the mud. I need you to take that guy out. Also, I'm not marrying Annabelle Lawson. I'm taking her sister instead." I gave the Lawsons a lot of resources so they could grow, and what did I get in the end? An ungrateful woman who would leave me stranded and dying all for another man. With all their resources pulled, Annabelle and her childhood friend would be saying goodbye to their good old days and hello to their personal hell.

Corporate drone Scarlet Bell accidentally transmigrates into a book as a billionaire socialite. That very night, she goes to a top-tier club and brings home a male escort Roger Lawrence. Unexpectedly, the man is not only handsome but skilled in everything, teaching her business hand-in-hand and repeatedly saving her from danger. Just as their feelings deepen, Scarlet is forced into an arranged marriage by her family. Roger comes to propose, and only then does Scarlet discover that this man is actually the world's richest person.

After Wendy had the baby and left the hospital, she found out Harry had let Sarah, an intern who looked just like his first love, sit in her usual front seat. Sarah was even wearing her custom designer gown. Wendy told her to get out of the car right then. Harry said he was sorry, but nothing really changed. The five-million-dollar pearl necklace that was meant for Wendy ended up around Sarah's neck, and on their anniversary, Wendy got some throw-in freebie instead. While Wendy was stuck at home recovering after childbirth, Harry gave her office to Sarah. Sarah even smashed her trophies on purpose and ruined the things prepared for the baby's full moon celebration. Wendy and Harry kept fighting, but Harry always took Sarah's side. He even gave Wendy the silent treatment and moved out because of Sarah.

Omega orphan Haiyi was married off to Beta Thomas at 18. Blamed for barren years, she suffered brutal abuse. When the council threatened exile, Thomas drugged her on a full moon night and abandoned her in a remote castle — planning to have rogues breed her by force. The castle hides Wolf King Gareth, who goes feral every full moon from Wolfsbane poisoning. In beast form, he catches her heat pheromones and claims her, forging an unbreakable fated mate bond. Gareth tracks her scent, executes pack justice on Thomas, and installs her as his personal maid. She strikes a deal: she guards his secret and soothes his feral episodes; he shields her from harm. No forced intimacy. Surviving jealous maids and noble fiancée Cecilia's schemes, Haiyi pulls him back from madness each full moon. Dangerous nights spark an undeniable attachment.

"You're no daughter of this pack," my mother hissed, her golden eyes flashing in the firelight. "If you can't support your Alpha sister, then get out." I should have seen it coming. In the Ashveil Pack, family means everything—unless you're me. Vera Darkthorne, the disappointment. While my perfect sister Eris got the love, the title, even my mate Cain, I got a mating ceremony where nobody showed up. Not even the man who swore he'd always be mine. That night, I ran. Now I've built a new life in Berlin's underground werewolf syndicate, where strength is the only law that matters. I've learned to fight, to lead, to make wolves twice my size back down with just a look. But when a message comes that Eris's dying, the pack demands my return. "Come home, Vera," my father's voice crackles through the phone. "Your sister needs you." I almost laugh. After everything? But this time, I'm not the weak wolf they left behind. This time, I have fangs of my own. And when wolves hunt you down, you don't run—you rip their throats out first.

I’ve always felt like Travis Chancer was forced to marry me. Every time we were intimate at night, he’d rather use his hand to get me off than actually have sex with me. I got more and more disappointed and decided to divorce him. But the night before I printed the papers, I heard him on the balcony talking to his buddies. “Bro, I’m not trying to be nosy, but you’re obviously dying for it. Why won’t you touch her? The perfect woman is right there. It must feel amazing.” “Women can’t stand being ignored. If you keep bottling it up, she’ll eventually run off with another man, and you’ll regret it.” He took a quiet sip of whiskey. “But her skin is so delicate, and her waist is so slim… she’s so sensitive. What if I lose control and scare her? “She’s my woman. I have to be careful. If she wants to find comfort elsewhere, she can. As long as she’s still willing to come home, I’ll keep spoiling her.” They snorted. “Don’t act like a saint, man. If you’ve got the guts, stop secretly posting on Reddit.” Late that night, I quietly opened Travis’s browser history. A full hundred entries. The pinned post read: “I finally married the girl I’ve loved for years, but I have a very high sex drive. How can I make her enjoy it without leaving psychological scars?”…