

Quincy Lewis, the Dragon Clan's fourth daughter, vowed to marry her mortal savior, Calvin Luke, and help him rise to power, tolerating one hundred mistakes. Her three brothers followed, disguised as powerful magnates to aid him. Unaware they were her brothers,Calvin grew partial, convinced his mortal love was the key. But each act of despair cost Quincy a dragon bone. With only three left, his final acts of betrayal shattered them all.

Rose Frost, a corporate slave, transmigrated into a tyrant queen, activated a system, survived crises, and rose to rule the galaxy as empress.

In her past life, Lady Alexia of House Hubbard had it all - until Prince Jaxon and her own sister Jazmin's betrayal left her corpse cooling in a deserted manor, her entire lineage extinguished. Reborn with vengeance in her heart, she makes a calculated alliance with the 'Crippled Prince' Yoric. But when assassins ambush her palanquin, the supposedly paralyzed prince does the unthinkable - he stands, for her...

Escaping her abusive husband, Liz Bolin becomes a BDSM queen - the dominatrix Hydra Lily. She meets the mysterious, dominant Mr. Raven and makes him her sub for the first time. But Liz has no idea Mr. Raven is actually her boss, Reggie Wayne, as their contract in the playroom gradually leads to love.

She carefully plays every move to support him, making sure he rises to become Dravania's one and only War God. But then, out of nowhere, a young woman walks into his life. Slowly, she starts to notice something—Joel Lowell's eyes grow colder when he looks at her, but when he looks at that woman, there's a spark in his gaze, a kind of passion she's never seen before. That very night,Leona Clark rips up their marriage contract and quietly walks away.

After the great war between the three clans of Human, Dragon, and Wolf, the Dragon Clan and Wolf Clan were cursed. Pure-blooded descendants of both clans could not inherit full power. To pass down the power of their bloodline, Kings of each generation of Dragon Clan and Wolf Clan would need to be with a Human woman who possessed Blessings. Whoever gave birth to a child of mixed heritage first would have their clan rule the three clans for a hundred years. In my past life, I married the King of Silver Wolves, Silas Hector, who was known to be a gentleman. One year after my marriage, I gave birth to a child who was half Wolf. He inherited full power from his bloodline, and Silas became the ruler of the three clans. The Wolves ruled the world for a hundred years. My sister, Lucia, became enamored by the magnificent Silver Dragon. She married the King of Silver Dragons, but the Dragons were arrogant and unpredictable. In a moment of mad rage, her husband injured her womb and caused her to miscarry. Lucia became barren after that. Lucia went crazy with jealousy for me, and she stabbed me to death during a family reunion. When I opened my eyes next, I had returned to the eve of the wedding organized by the three clans. Lucia was quick to enter the room of Silver Wolf King, Silas, and sleep with him. She was reborn too. However, she had no idea that Silas was a cold-blooded wolf who enjoyed torturing weak Humans.

In her past life, Xamira was betrayed by her lover and his scheming mistress, enduring eight miscarriages orchestrated by their cruelty before dying in agony. Reborn with vengeance in her heart, she married Jotham Shadforth—the ruthless billionaire who ruled Solthar with an iron fist. To her surprise, he showered her with unwavering devotion, and their passionate union soon blessed them with a child. But as Xamira plotted to make her enemies pay, a dark truth threatened to unravel her new life. Would her second chance end in triumph or tragedy?

On my twentieth birthday, I had to choose a husband from the six angel heirs. Everyone thought I would choose Adrian Seraphiel, the brightest golden-winged heir and the man I had loved for years. In my last life, I did. Because of me, he inherited eighty percent of House Seraphiel’s fortune and became the next ruler of the angel clan. But after our marriage, he got involved with Celeste, my adopted half-siren sister. When my dragon family cast her out of House Drakon, Adrian blamed me. From then on, he hated me. He surrounded himself with women who looked like her, humiliated me again and again, and finally replaced my life-saving medicine with slow poison. I died carrying his child, while the last of my dragon blood burned away. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my twentieth birthday. This time, I decided to let them have each other. So in front of everyone, I chose Cassian Seraphiel, the sixth son of the angel family. Broken-winged. Mocked by everyone. No one believed he could ever inherit anything. The room burst into laughter. Adrian looked at me coldly and sneered. “Elena, are you choosing that useless cripple just to get my attention?” I ignored him. Because in my last life, after I died, this so-called useless cripple was the only one who collected my body, found the truth, and avenged me by stripping Adrian of his golden wings. But then Adrian stepped closer. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Funny,” he said. “That wasn’t who you chose in your last life.”

On my twentieth birthday, I had to choose a husband from the six angel heirs. Everyone thought I would choose Adrian Seraphiel, the brightest golden-winged heir and the man I had loved for years. In my last life, I did. Because of me, he inherited eighty percent of House Seraphiel’s fortune and became the next ruler of the angel clan. But after our marriage, he got involved with Celeste, my adopted half-siren sister. When my dragon family cast her out of House Drakon, Adrian blamed me. From then on, he hated me. He surrounded himself with women who looked like her, humiliated me again and again, and finally replaced my life-saving medicine with slow poison. I died carrying his child, while the last of my dragon blood burned away. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my twentieth birthday. This time, I decided to let them have each other. So in front of everyone, I chose Cassian Seraphiel, the sixth son of the angel family. Broken-winged. Mocked by everyone. No one believed he could ever inherit anything. The room burst into laughter. Adrian looked at me coldly and sneered. “Elena, are you choosing that useless cripple just to get my attention?” I ignored him. Because in my last life, after I died, this so-called useless cripple was the only one who collected my body, found the truth, and avenged me by stripping Adrian of his golden wings. But then Adrian stepped closer. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Funny,” he said. “That wasn’t who you chose in your last life.”