

My boyfriend's childhood friend got knocked up. To save her rep, Quentin Palmer married her. When I asked what that meant for me—and our baby—he stayed ice-calm. "Rainee's not like you. I'm all she's got. She wouldn't survive the gossip." Like I had anyone else? Like I wasn't carrying his baby too? Later, while people laughed behind my back about the "fatherless" kid I was having, Quentin just stood there—next to Rainee, silent. That's when it hit me—love comes with a pecking order. So I ended the pregnancy. Gave up my baby... all so he could play the hero for her.

Lilian Walker is falsely accused of plagiarism by her best friend Sienna Cole and falls from the rooftop, only to be reborn. She discovers that Sienna can hear her inner thoughts, so she activates a thought-modification system and begins her counterattack. Using the system and her own cunning, Lilian gradually exposes Sienna’s true face,ultimately winning a graduate school recommendation slot and an invitation to the prestigious Moore family banquet, and finding love along the way.

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.

For five years, Diana quietly supported her husband Nathan’s career, paying their bills and secretly fixing every mistake made by his favored employee, Zoey. But Nathan took Diana for granted, giving Zoey her credit, her money, and even the honeymoon Diana had waited five years for. Finally heartbroken, Diana walks away—quitting the company, cutting off his financial support, and filing for divorce. Only when his company begins to collapse does Nathan realize the wife he pushed aside was the one holding everything together. Now Diana is building a new life, while Nathan is forced to face the price of losing her.
![[ENG DUB] Can I Be a Teen Again](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
As a successful businessman, John Chandler had many regrets. A bullet he fired as a teenager struck him between the eyes years later, when he became a middle-aged man.Exhausted both physically and mentally, he had an accident and was brought back to 2008. That year, he was in the 12th grade. After he was reborn, John realized the meaning of life. He let go of his pursuit of material wealth, embraced life, and devoted his time to what really mattered.Later, he became the world's most famous angel investor, a figure on the world's rich list, a godfather of the financial industry, and a leading expert in the medical field.In an interview, he said, "You can never have both youth and the wisdom to cherish it at the same time."

In my previous life, the maid's daughter had swiped my spare card until everyone believed she was the real heiress. When she planted cheat notes on me, no one believed the heiress they adored was a fraud. Father spent his last favors hunting for the truth, only to be reported by her for bribery. The company's stock nosedived, the firm collapsed, and I ended up on the streets, my face slashed by debt collectors until I died in disgrace. Then I woke up in River High, with a second chance to take it all back.

The night before high school graduation, Ethan Luciano pulled me into his bedroom. His hands were rough, his touch demanding, yet my heart overflowed with a decade's worth of unspoken longing. I'd loved Ethan for ten years, and finally, it seemed my silent wishes had come true. Afterwards, as we lay tangled in his sheets, he whispered that he'd marry me after graduation. Once he took over the Luciano family's empire from his father, he'd make me the most cherished woman in the family. I believed him. The next morning, I sat curled up against his bare chest as he casually told my foster brother, Lucas, about us. My cheeks were flushed, and my heart raced, still clinging to the sweetness of the night before. However, then their conversation shifted into Italian. Lucas smirked, leaning back against the doorframe. "Not bad, Young Boss. Your first time, and the school's 'it girl' just threw herself at you. So, how's my little sister taste?" Ethan gave a lazy chuckle. "Looks like an angel, but a freak in the sheets. Who would’ve thought?" The room erupted in low, conspiratorial laughter. Lucas raised a brow. "So, should I call her my little sister or my future sister-in-law?" Ethan’s tone darkened, his arm tightening around my waist for a moment. Then he let out a sigh. "She’s nothing. Just practice," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I’m trying to hook up with the cheer captain, Sylvia Dawson, but I don’t want her thinking I’m clueless in bed. Cynthia Saville’s just a warm-up." He paused. "But don’t tell Sylvia. I don’t need her getting all emotional." They didn't know that I’d spent months secretly learning Italian, preparing for the life I thought I’d share with Ethan. I didn't say a word. Later that day, I quietly withdrew my early decision application to Caltech and applied to MIT instead.

"On My birthday. My adopted brother had planned the accident that trapped both of us. The flames are already licking me hungrily, and yet my fiancee, Lila Sinclair, points at the front passenger seat.He chose to save my uninjured brother first.At that moment, my heart completely turned to ashes. When I wake up, I'm completely disfigured. At most, I only have one month left to live. Later on, my family decides that Julian will marry Lila on my behalf for the sake of our families' interests. I didn't argue. I even give all of my shares, properties, and my unpublished artwork to Julian as his prewedding gifts. Just like that, Julian becomes a famous artist by publishing my artwork. But they didn't know— The things that I've voluntarily given away from the start are actually offerings meant for my vengeance. The day I die will be the day Julian's mask is torn apart."

At eighteen, Charlotte had spent years being mocked for her weight. When her online boyfriend Derek told her, “I’ll love you no matter what you look like,” she believed for the first time that she was worthy of being loved. Determined to attend the same college as Derek and finally meet him in person, Charlotte spent a year losing weight, going from 220 pounds to 110. But the day before classes began, Derek posted her old photos in a freshman group chat with hundreds of members. He also twisted an ordinary party game into a humiliating bet to “lose his girlfriend to Nathan,” openly wagering that Charlotte would be too embarrassed to show up at the party. Charlotte never reveals what she looks like after losing weight. Instead, she bets that she will be there. When she arrives at the party dressed to impress, no one recognizes her at first. In front of everyone, she completes all three couples’ challenges, wins the bet, takes the prize money, and breaks up with Derek on the spot. Amid the chaos, she also reunites with Nathan, a childhood classmate from elementary school. Once college begins, Charlotte uses the tactical skills she developed from years of analyzing matches for Derek to earn a place on the university esports team through an anonymous tryout. Derek, however, steals her strategy notes, while Brianna uses an anonymous gossip account to spread rumors that Charlotte only earned her position because of her looks and connections. Determined to prove herself, Charlotte faces one setback after another: her tactical work is stolen, she is pressured by a contract that exploits her appearance and body image, she collapses during a livestream, and private training footage is leaked. In the end, Charlotte stops measuring her worth by her weight or appearance. Relying on her own skill and judgment, she recognizes that their old strategies have been leaked, leads the university team to a comeback victory in the semifinals, and ultimately wins the interstate championshi

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.