

On New Year's Eve, when every home is lit with reunion lights, a skyscraper in the city center hides a deadly secret. A so-called "Year-End Layoff" turns into a brutal Twelve Zodiac survival game. Finley Kirk, a low-level office worker, is only trying to earn money for his mother's treatment when he is trapped inside. There are no laws, only survival. No colleagues, only prey.Former bosses become monsters, and coworkers turn against each other as the corporate world collapses into chaos.

Three days before our wedding, my fiancé, Raphael Russo, was killed in a gang shootout. They didn't even find a body. As I was drowning in grief, comments suddenly flashed before my eyes: 【Wake up, girl! the coffin's empty! He faked his death! The scumbag ran off to be with that scheming bitch chloe, the one pretending to be sick!】 【While you're crying your eyes out at the funeral, Raphael is fucking Chloe’s brains out in a hotel bed.】 【When he comes back, he'll claim he has amnesia. You won't know a thing and you'll forgive him. You poor thing…】 A month later, news of my marriage to Mafia Don Marcello Falcone spread through New York. Raphael’s right-hand man cornered me, furious. “How could you betray the Boss?” I tightened my grip on Marcello’s arm and smiled. “A girl can’t mourn forever, can she? I’m sure Raphael, in spirit, would be happy for me.”

To defuse the bomb strapped to the hostage, I had no choice—I cut off all her clothes. My clueless new wife, Dana Poole, blasted it online. She cried as she faced me. "Why not at least leave her underwear on? You were saving her, I get it—but did you have to take everything? Doesn't a girl's dignity matter? With cameras everywhere, how is she supposed to live after this? You couldn't even cover her up?" The backlash exploded. The unit benched me to calm things down. So I stopped caring. I followed procedure, no improvising, no extra effort. Then one day, at the busiest mall in the city, Dana's mom got strapped into a brand-new linked bomb. This time, the whole unit panicked.

Alice suffers brutal bullying in silence every day. She endures it all to protect them—because her parents kill anyone who hurts her. Yet one by one, her tormentors meet gruesome deaths. But when a raging fire exposes the basement, a horrific shrine inside reveals a truth so twisted it makes murder look like mercy.

My name is Yael Lynch. I woke up in a twisted apocalypse as an SSS-rank ghost. The world is full of monsters, but I'm not afraid. I have a system that keeps insisting I'm human. To survive, I make a decision that defies all logic and turn myself in on day one. Change my mindset, and even the apocalypse becomes a blue ocean. Who says ghosts are only killers? They might be the best builders of a new civilization.

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!

.On the day of my prenatal checkup, I found out my husband Don had booked me a termination surgery instead of a postpartum care package. I thought he had placed the wrong order and was about to tease him, but Vincenzo spoke flatly. "I didn't book it wrong. I need to come clean with you about something." "I've been keeping another woman. She's a good girl. She doesn't want a title or to take your place as Donna." "But she got pregnant recently. I've already made her suffer enough. I can't let her child suffer too. I have to give the child the Moretti family name." I froze on the exam table, my voice shaking uncontrollably. "Then why did you abort my child?" He wiped the ultrasound gel off my belly and smiled. "I just want you to adopt Giuliana's child. I'm having yours terminated because I'm afraid you'll play favorites and treat her kid differently." He handed me the consent form, calm and composed. "I promise you will always be Donna. No one will ever take your place." I gave him a long, hard look, then was wheeled into the operating room. "Never mind." "Vincenzo Moretti, you're going to regret this every single day for the rest of your life." He didn't know it, but I was the only woman in the world who could ever give him a child.

After the story of last season, Ridgeline Farm Supply has grown into a community pillar — two hundred disabled veterans on the payroll, a future worth fighting for. But the Malones are back and they never forgot their humiliation. When Derek Malone spots an old man selling homegrown tomatoes at his market, he recognizes the name on the sign: Russo. Sam's father. Sofia's grandfather. A bogus fine, a towed pickup, a handful of vegetables ground into the dirt — it's nothing personal. Just payback with interest. Sal Russo never wanted to be a burden. Like his son before him, he chose silence over asking for help. By the time Sofia comes home holding a perfect math score and a promise of ice cream, it's already too late. The brothers of Ridgeline are dragged into a war that will cost them everything. Gunner lands in jail on a framed assault charge. Connor Malone — colder, smarter, infinitely more dangerous than his brother — forces Jack to his knees in front of his own company, then demands sixty percent of everything Jack built. And the one man who could have stopped it all, Colonel Frank Morrison, is lying in a hospital bed — targeted by the very family he swore to protect. Some debts are paid in blood. Some promises outlive the grave.

Everyone in southern Italy knew that Lorenzo Moretti loved me like a madman. And yet he had been keeping a much younger woman in Naples. They said she looked just like I had years ago. He told people she was only a reminder of the woman he had once loved most. He also gave strict orders that no one was to let me hear about her. Until the day I found out I was pregnant. I went to his office to tell him the news myself, only to stop outside the door when I heard a young woman’s voice from inside. “Lorenzo… am I only here because I remind you of her?” The door was slightly ajar. Through the gap, I saw a young woman who looked too much like me, wrapped in his jacket and holding his glass. I stood there, barely breathing. Then I heard him answer. “Don’t compare yourself to her.” “She could never be what you are.” I turned and walked away without making a sound. That night, I called my mother. “Mother, I’ve made up my mind.” She was silent for a moment. “I want a fire,” I said. “Something no one survives. By the time it’s over, Sophia Moretti needs to be dead to the world.”

Everyone in southern Italy knew that Lorenzo Moretti loved me like a madman. And yet he had been keeping a much younger woman in Naples. They said she looked just like I had years ago. He told people she was only a reminder of the woman he had once loved most. He also gave strict orders that no one was to let me hear about her. Until the day I found out I was pregnant. I went to his office to tell him the news myself, only to stop outside the door when I heard a young woman’s voice from inside. “Lorenzo… am I only here because I remind you of her?” The door was slightly ajar. Through the gap, I saw a young woman who looked too much like me, wrapped in his jacket and holding his glass. I stood there, barely breathing. Then I heard him answer. “Don’t compare yourself to her.” “She could never be what you are.” I turned and walked away without making a sound. That night, I called my mother. “Mother, I’ve made up my mind.” She was silent for a moment. “I want a fire,” I said. “Something no one survives. By the time it’s over, Sophia Moretti needs to be dead to the world.”