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They were once the perfect couple, inseparable from their beloved dog, Lacy. But what she never knew was that he was allergic to dogs — enduring medication just to stay by her side. His jealous stepsister twisted the truth: if she truly loved him, she should take Lacy and leave before his rising career was ruined. Heartbroken, she walked away without a word. Believing he'd been betrayed, he buried his pain and became a football superstar and the founder of a biotech company that later developed a "miracle drug" for canine heart disease. Years later, fate brings them — and Lacy — together again. The dog that once tore them apart now stands between them once more. Will Lacy end their love, or finally witness its healing?

After 999 years trapped in a time loop, Wayne Lum emerges with 108 mastered skills, from godlike boxing to peerless medicine, and sets out to dominate. He rescues Cindy Gill from the Black Tiger Gang with a risky "One-Night Pact," then crushes rivals: extracting imperial jade from stone scraps to humiliate the "King of Stone Gambling," using unbeatable cheating skills to bankrupt the "God of Cards" and the Sam family in a 100 million casino showdown,turning 100 million casino showdown, turning 1 billion into $50 billion via AI and new energy stocks, and humiliating a Plastisand music maestro with perfect pitch at a concert. Finally, he dismantles the conspiracies of three clans, wins Cindy's heart, and cements his title as the "Omni King."

Sarah Powell, an all-powerful lady chancellor from ancient times,transmigrates into an heiress in the modern world who was stripped of her fortune and bullied by all. Facing the combined assault of her ruthless uncle, manipulative cousin, and perverted playboy tormentors, she employs her past life's strategic brilliance and martial prowess to methodically fight back. Within three days,Sarah secures a crucial business deal and storms into the board of directors. At an auction, she exposes counterfeits and cleverly acquires a legendary sword, ultimately reclaiming her shares and purging the corrupt. Along the way, she reunites with Henry Reid, the second son of the Reid family, rekindling their destined romance across lifetimes. The perfect mix of sweet revenge and even sweeter romance!

Toe Bean's best friend has sent her a romance game that's apparently "very popular, features a white-haired and red-eyed male lead, and allows verbal communication". So, Toe puts on a pair of smart glasses and begins her immersive journey excitedly. But thanks to an error her friend has made, Toe has actually entered an immersive horror game named "Manor of Mists". Relying solely on her desire to redecorate the manor and her misunderstanding toward romance games, Toe is able to transform the creepy manor into a cozy-looking home. Not only has she brought peace to the malicious spirits haunting the manor, but she has also converted the boss, who's supposedly a cold-hearted murder machine, into a perfect boyfriend who acts cute, knows how to cook, and is willing to travel through dimensions for her sake.

Toe Bean's best friend has sent her a romance game that's apparently "very popular, features a white-haired and red-eyed male lead, and allows verbal communication". So, Toe puts on a pair of smart glasses and begins her immersive journey excitedly. But thanks to an error her friend has made, Toe has actually entered an immersive horror game named "Manor of Mists". Relying solely on her desire to redecorate the manor and her misunderstanding toward romance games, Toe is able to transform the creepy manor into a cozy-looking home. Not only has she brought peace to the malicious spirits haunting the manor, but she has also converted the boss, who's supposedly a cold-hearted murder machine, into a perfect boyfriend who acts cute, knows how to cook, and is willing to travel through dimensions for her sake.

The doctor said I only had three days left to live. Acute liver failure. My only hope was an experimental clinical trial. It was extremely risky, but had the faintest sliver of a chance to survive. But my husband, David, gave the last available spot... to my adopted sister, Emma, also my daughter’s godmother. Her condition was still in its early stages. He said it was the "right decision," because she “deserved to live more.” I signed the papers to forgo treatment and took the high-dose painkillers prescribed by the doctor. The cost? My organs would shut down, and I would die. When I handed over the jewelry company I’d poured my heart into, along with all my designs, to Emma, my parents praised me, saying, “Now that’s what a good big sister should do.” When I agreed to divorce David so he could marry Emma, he said, “You’ve finally learned to be understanding.” When I told my daughter to call Emma ‘Mom,’ she clapped her hands and said, “Emma is such a gentle and kind mother!” When I gave all my assets to Emma, everyone in the family thought it was only natural. No one noticed anything was wrong with me. I’m just curious. Will they still be able to smile when they find out I'm dead?

On my eighteenth birthday, Alpha called me up in front of the whole pack and told me to choose—one of his sons as my mate. Whichever I chose? He'd be the next Alpha. I didn't flinch. I picked Cayce, his eldest. The room went dead silent. Everyone knew I used to be stupidly in love with Kain, the younger one. I'd confessed at every pack dance. Took a silver dagger for him once. Cayce? Coldest, meanest wolf we had. Total menace. No one got close. But they didn't know the truth. In my last life, I was bonded to Kain. On the day of our Bonding Ceremony, he slept with Lena, my cousin. My mom lost it. Shipped Lena off to Duskwolf Pack to get bonded to their Beta. Kain? He blamed me. Paraded in she-wolves with Lena's same ice-blue eyes. When he found out I was carrying his pup, he made sure I saw him with every one of them. It was torture. When labor hit, he locked me in the dungeon. Blocked everyone out. My pup got crushed. I died hating him. Maybe the Moon Goddess felt sorry for me—she gave me a second shot. I came back. This time? I let Kain keep Lena. Didn't think he would ever regret it.

On my eighteenth birthday, Alpha called me up in front of the whole pack and told me to choose—one of his sons as my mate. Whichever I chose? He'd be the next Alpha. I didn't flinch. I picked Cayce, his eldest. The room went dead silent. Everyone knew I used to be stupidly in love with Kain, the younger one. I'd confessed at every pack dance. Took a silver dagger for him once. Cayce? Coldest, meanest wolf we had. Total menace. No one got close. But they didn't know the truth. In my last life, I was bonded to Kain. On the day of our Bonding Ceremony, he slept with Lena, my cousin. My mom lost it. Shipped Lena off to Duskwolf Pack to get bonded to their Beta. Kain? He blamed me. Paraded in she-wolves with Lena's same ice-blue eyes. When he found out I was carrying his pup, he made sure I saw him with every one of them. It was torture. When labor hit, he locked me in the dungeon. Blocked everyone out. My pup got crushed. I died hating him. Maybe the Moon Goddess felt sorry for me—she gave me a second shot. I came back. This time? I let Kain keep Lena. Didn't think he would ever regret it.

My twin sister and I marry twin brothers from a powerful mafia family. She marries the elder, Leo Smith, a federal judge. I marry the younger, Sam Smith, a surgeon. While I'm hospitalized for a high-risk pregnancy, I'm abducted by criminals demanding ransom. They use my phone to call Sam 32 times, but every one goes unanswered. Enraged, one of the abductors beats my stomach with a baseball bat to vent his anger. I try desperately to protect my unborn child, but I lose the baby anyway. Finally, the abductor calls Sam one last time. This time, he answers, only to snap, "Annie almost miscarried. I was just taking her for a checkup. Can you stop calling and trying to get my attention?" With no ransom coming, the furious abductors tie me up and throw me into a swimming pool. Then, they leave. Just as I'm about to take my last breath, my sister arrives and pulls me out. Seeing me almost dead from the miscarriage, she calls Leo in a panic. But all she gets is a cold answer. "Currently punishing the man who nearly caused Annie Morgan's miscarriage. Do not disturb." She tries to call the police, but her phone dies. With no other option, she drives me away herself. On the way back, a sudden blizzard hits, and a landslide blocks the road. The car breaks down. We're trapped and shivering in the cold. Thankfully, a forest patrol finds us just in time. We survive. When we wake up in the hospital, the first thing that comes to us is that we have to get divorced!

I was born broken. My Alpha mother was the one who branded me. She said emotion was a sin. A weakness. Especially for a werewolf. Especially for an Alpha’s heir. The day we were born, she clamped emotion-suppressing collars around our necks. Mine and my twin sister's. The slightest flicker of emotion, and the collar flashed red. My mother would then push the button, injecting me with a diluted "silver solution" to suppress my feelings. But my sister Cassia's collar? Always a calm, steady blue. Even when she shattered Mom's precious moonstone, it just pulsed gently. And me? I’d just whisper, "Mom, the thunder scares me," and my collar would erupt in a violent red. Then came the sting of silver poison burning through my blood.. I used to argue. But Mom always said the same thing. "The data doesn't lie. Pain is a teacher. This is for your own good." After thousands of these injections, I started to believe it, too. That I was born out of control. The night of the alliance's Moon Goddess Festival, Mom was taking my sister to the rooftop party. Something scared me during the day. The collar flashed red, and my mother started the punishment. But this time, the collar malfunctioned. It shot a dose a thousand times stronger into my neck. I collapsed on the carpet, begging, "Mother, the collar... it hurts so much... help me." My collar was flashing a frantic red. My mother just looked down at me, drenched in a cold sweat, and pressed the button for the maximum dose. "You'd lose control like this just for attention? You're a lost cause." She turned, took my sister, and slammed the door. I couldn't help but think, Mom must be right. The collar is red. It doesn't really hurt. I'm just being dramatic, looking for pity again. I'm sorry, Mom. In my next life, I'll be the perfect daughter you always wanted.