

After Seraphina Vale stole three men fate had once chosen for me, I swore I would never let another wolf claim me. Until Dorian Blackthorn, the Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack, claimed me in front of everyone. He swore his loyalty under the moon oath, turning away every approach from Seraphina. He even called out her behavior publicly in the council hall. For the first time, I thought I had found a wolf worth entrusting my soul to. Three years into marriage, I saw Seraphina again. Someone asked her, “What’s the most reckless thing you’ve ever done?” She licked her lips, eyes unfocused. “Of course, having Dorian Blackthorn mark me. His mate still foolishly thinks he truly hates me.” “In truth, I’ve borne his pup, lived in his territory, driven his car, spent his money.” Everyone’s eyes turned to me. After all, I was Dorian’s Lunna. I did not react. I simply sent the letter I had drafted for three days to the Black Moon Medical Team. The reply came swiftly to my mind: [Your appointment has been confirmed.] [The Black Moon Medical Team welcomes you as its new chief healer. Your office and residence have been prepared.] My wolf growled low in my chest. In two days, I would leave this pack and take up my new post.

Diana is blamed for poisoning the Larson family on the eve of her wedding and becomes the most hated criminal in the world. Everyone believes the orphaned girl betrayed the family that raised her and killed them all. But when a live stream reveals her hidden memories, the truth finally comes out. The real killers are exposed, and everyone who condemned Diana is left begging for forgiveness. Her fiancé Victor, who once hated her, spends every day at her bedside, drowning in regret.

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.

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.

Milo Reed is reborn to the day when Elena Stone broke off their engagement and Jace Zeller humiliated him. This time, however, he awakens the Goddess System. With its help, he easily subdues Jace and the guards, turning Elena's opinion in his favor. Through the system, he obtains a $50-million black card and solves Elena's financial crisis. Now in need of his help, Elena's attitude softens as circumstances shift. In the end, Milo makes full use of the system and begins his rise to the top.

Ten days married, and her husband dumps her. She's hunted in the woods. Until she saves a wild, memory-less man and marries him. But he's actually the murderous Wolf King who woke up one hundred year ago. And her? She's the sealed Supreme Duke of Hell. When her ex and his mistress humiliate her, their bloodlines awaken. Extreme revenge. Forbidden desire. Together they crush every traitor and make them crawl at their feet.

Mia, a 20-year-old junior at NYU, is tricked by her ex-boyfriend Trent onto a luxury yacht under the excuse of a ""party surprise."" In truth, he plans to sell her virginity at an underground auction to pay off his massive gambling debts. Mia’s roommate and best friend Sienna is Trent’s secret lover and accomplice. Meanwhile, Cassian, a cold-blooded 30-year-old cleaner for the mob, is on a mission near the yacht and on the run from hitmen. He runs into Mia by chance on the deck. The two start off hostile and distrustful of each other, yet are forced to work together. Cassian grows attached to Mia after she tends to his wound, while Mia develops tangled feelings for this dangerous stranger. When Mia is locked inside a glass display case at the auction, put up for bidding, Cassian storms the venue. He shoots the buyer, intimidates everyone present, and forcibly takes Mia away. Trent’s knees are shattered on the spot, and he drops to his knees begging for mercy. Cassian escapes with Mia on a speedboat. Out on the sea, he declares possessively, “You belong to me.” Mia wavers between fighting back, resisting, and physical surrender. The story ends with Mia curled up in the corner of the speedboat, wrapped only in Cassian’s shirt. It hints that their escape has only just begun — the danger is far from over.

Frank Ford was transported to a post-apocalyptic wasteland as a cannon fodder. On the night before his doomed mission, he activated the ""Wife-doting System.""He chose three ""trash"": a crippled S-class captain, a deformed mutant, and a dying clone.Everyone mocked him, until he injected them with a mysterious serum. The crippled captain, Anna Hutt, awakened her psychic powers; the deformed mutant, Bess Bruce, transformed into a strong fighter; and A77, the clone, gained teleportation.With 3 S-class ladies fighting at full power, Frank crushed all challengers.But then came the conspiracy of Colonel Dylan Jones, a high-ranking official of the Fortress City, followed by missile strikes and city-wide purges...

After my older sister Rachelle came home from dialysis, the atmosphere at home was suffocating. She curled up on the couch, thin as a rail. She was nagging me hard and telling me not to tire myself out too much at work. Dad was by the door smoking. To get money to treat Rachelle’s condition, he had sold our old house and land. Dirty and muddied, my fiance, who had always viewed Rachelle as a sister of his own, brought home his week’s salary. They all lamented how unfair life was to already poor and suffering people who had to suffer even more. I looked at myself in the mirror with my bleeding nose and flushed away the report with my acute leukemia diagnosis. During dinner, Dad suddenly said, “Ryleigh, Rachelle needs a kidney. You’re healthy and young. You might be a match.” I looked at Rachelle’s pleading eyes and coldly put my cutlery down. “I won’t do it. I’ll be a cripple with one less kidney. How am I supposed to find someone to marry then?” Dad slapped me hard, even as my fiance called me ungrateful. I slammed the door shut as I left. I looked for the nearest room to the hospital to rent so that I could wait it out until I died. The room I found was only five blocks away from the organ donation center.