

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 genius young master was harmed and became a fool that was despised by everyone. He was also forced into a marriage. When he recovered, the world trembled for his existence.

In her previous life, Maggie Lopez was framed by her boyfriend, Jeffrey Harris, and her stepsister,Chelsea Lopez, and was put in jail. After Maggie got out of jail, her mom had already passed away. Finding out the truth about everything, Mandy chose to kill Chelsea and die with Chelsea and Jeffrey. When Mandy woke up again, she found she was back to the day she was framed for committing murder in her previous life.The next moment, she decided to get into the next room and use him as an alibi.

College student David Gray is temporarily staying with his cousin, Joseph Gray, in a rural village when he accidentally uncovers a shocking secret between Joseph and his daughter-in-law, Holly Ware. After Holly desperately pleads for his help, the kind-hearted David finds himself torn between family loyalty and doing what's right…

Every April Fools’ Day, Wilson Hale and Chloe Mercer turned our anniversary into a joke. A fake proposal. A trick ring. A room full of laughter. And every year, Wilson was sure I loved him too much to leave. This year, cake cream slid down my face, my ring hit the marble floor, and he still smiled like I would forgive him by morning. He forgot one thing. I was not Vivian Gray, the lonely girl with nowhere to go. I was Vivian Vescari, daughter of the most feared mafia family on the East Coast. I had left that world because I wanted to be loved before anyone knew my name. For six years, I thought Wilson was that man. Then I learned even his first confession had been an April Fools’ bet. So I stopped being the joke. I went home.

For three years, Wade Chapman lived in a state of foolishness and dullness—until, at last, he inherited the legacy of an immortal. With a single awakening, he rose like a dragon soaring into the Sky. In one hand, he wielded peerless medical arts—reviving the dead and restoring flesh to bone, leaving nobles and magnates bowing before him. In the other, he held a lethal blade—cleaving through the void itself, forcing even the world's strongest to submit. From that moment on, beauties stood by his side, brothers followed at his back. Roaming the city as he pleased, he sought only the bliss of love.

Customs officer Wynne Sutton died in the line of duty, only to wake up in the body of a character from a novel. She was now the wife of the hero, Lance Shelton. In this new world, she weighed 200 pounds and was mocked by everyone as Madma Pig. She also had a five-year-old son, Henry, who was considered slow-witted. Armed with a weight-loss system, Wynne was determined to turn her life around—and soon discovered that Henry possessed the power of prophecy: his words could come true, he could see people's nationalities, and he could hear their thoughts. When Henry said, "Aunt Lane has 'I am Gapanese' written on her head," Wynne became alert. Riding her motorcycle, she crashed a banquet and confronted Lance, who dared not acknowledge her. Thus began the dramatic tale of her spectacular rise.

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!

Silas Thorne has seen enough lives destroyed by gambling to dedicate his entire existence to ending it. He beats Lady Sparrow, the Titan, the Ace one by one, talks them all into walking away, and disappears with them into quiet retirement as a foot massage therapist. It holds, until it doesn’t. His sister-in-law is drowning in gambling debt, and the underground world he walked away from is the only place that can save her. He goes back in disguise, looking every bit the scruffy laborer, and proceeds to dismantle the underground gambling scene from the inside out. The legend they forgot to fear just walked back through the door.

Someone @'d me on Nextdoor. "Hey, penthouse girl. You're single. What do you need a whole rooftop garden for? My husband's throwing a party. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow." "Don't worry, we'll give you two hundred bucks a month for upkeep. You'll make a couple hundred for doing jack shit. You should be thrilled." I stared at the screen. It was a joke. I was Don Ricci's heir, groomed to run the South Side. But I traded that life for a paintbrush. This apartment was my sanctuary, my quiet place. That rooftop garden wasn't some building perk. It was mine. I'd paid half a million cash for the deed when I bought the place. I turned it into my sunroom studio. And now someone thinks they can have it for two hundred bucks a month? I replied with two words: "Dream on." I didn't expect the building manager and two security guards at my door the next day. Someone had filed a complaint about me "misusing community resources." And now, for the sake of "neighborly harmony," they were demanding my keys. Fine. They wanted to throw civility out the window? They were about to learn what real power felt like.