

Cher Grace married into the Zeal family in her past life but was ultimately tortured to death. After being reborn, she turned to Shane Shaw for help to sought a divorce from her husband. During their time together, Cher gradually uncovered the secrets hidden in Shane's heart. Through storms and quiet nights, despite all the hardships across lifetimes, it was always her he truly loved.
![[ENG DUB] Best Friend or Deadly Lie?](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
In her previous life, Laura Hampton mistook a cunning woman for her closest friend and gradually fell into the web of lies spun by Angela Harrison. Cast aside by her family, she met a tragic end beneath Angela's car.This time around, Laura knows the truth: her childhood savior was never Angela. Seeing through Angela’s façade, she decisively steers clear of her traps—and discovers that Eric Pearson has been quietly watching over her all along, in both lifetimes.Slowly, Laura exposes Angela's true face to her parents, ultimately driving her out of the Hampton family and ensuring she faces the consequences she deserves.

After being brutally murdered—her body dismembered and scattered—Bella's soul returns home on Christmas Eve. There, she finds her biological parents, Paul and Evelyn, doting on her adopted sister, Anna, while remaining cold and indifferent toward her, completely unaware that their own daughter is already dead. When Bella's body is discovered, Evelyn, a forensic examiner, and Paul, the police chief, lead the investigation—yet fail to recognize the victim as their own child

After being brutally murdered—her body dismembered and scattered—Bella's soul returns home on Christmas Eve. There, she finds her biological parents, Paul and Evelyn, doting on her adopted sister, Anna, while remaining cold and indifferent toward her, completely unaware that their own daughter is already dead. When Bella's body is discovered, Evelyn, a forensic examiner, and Paul, the police chief, lead the investigation—yet fail to recognize the victim as their own child

When the apocalypse arrives and Rosie Dixon is moments from death, a figure cuts through the horde with terrifying precision. The Zombie King's crimson eyes find only her: come with me. It takes her a beat to realize the most powerful undead creature in existence is Henry Miller, the boy who has quietly loved her for years. The horrors don't stop there. At the Miller family villa, his elegantly undead parents offer her raw meat and call her daughter-in-law with impeccable manners. Then her academic advisor calls with the real news: the cure requires the Zombie King's genetic material. Have a baby. Save the world. Rosie looks at Henry—cuddly and clingy by day, lethal and devoted by night—and opens a dating tutorial. First: win his heart. Then: handle the apocalypse.

My sister and I were reborn on the very day we were to be sent to the Demons as sacrificial vessels. That day, our husbands, the God of Water and the God of Fire, came to rescue us. However, this time, without any discussion, we made the same choice. We refused their rescue and willingly offered ourselves to the Demons. In our previous life, after they saved us, the Demons captured the God of Water's young apprentice as a replacement. In the end, she was flayed and had her bones torn out, dying a brutal and tragic death. Because of that, the God of Water and the God of Fire came to hate my sister and me deeply. They spread rumors that we were the Twin Blossoms of Ruin, destined to destroy the world, and forced us to the point where our souls were completely annihilated. When I opened my eyes again, my sister and I had returned to the moment when the Demons first captured us. We exchanged a glance and then announced in front of everyone, "We are willing to become the sacrificial vessels of the Dark Lord and the Demon King. Take us with you." The God of Water and the God of Fire left with their young apprentice, who was completely unharmed. They were relieved that they had finally protected the one they truly cared about. Only later did they realize their mistake, but by then, they were consumed with regret.

My sister and I were reborn on the very day we were to be sent to the Demons as sacrificial vessels. That day, our husbands, the God of Water and the God of Fire, came to rescue us. However, this time, without any discussion, we made the same choice. We refused their rescue and willingly offered ourselves to the Demons. In our previous life, after they saved us, the Demons captured the God of Water's young apprentice as a replacement. In the end, she was flayed and had her bones torn out, dying a brutal and tragic death. Because of that, the God of Water and the God of Fire came to hate my sister and me deeply. They spread rumors that we were the Twin Blossoms of Ruin, destined to destroy the world, and forced us to the point where our souls were completely annihilated. When I opened my eyes again, my sister and I had returned to the moment when the Demons first captured us. We exchanged a glance and then announced in front of everyone, "We are willing to become the sacrificial vessels of the Dark Lord and the Demon King. Take us with you." The God of Water and the God of Fire left with their young apprentice, who was completely unharmed. They were relieved that they had finally protected the one they truly cared about. Only later did they realize their mistake, but by then, they were consumed with regret.

On the first day of my rebirth, I turn straight into the bedroom of Don Raffaele Caruso and begin undoing my clothes. In my previous life, I was in a marriage of convenience with his son, Matteo Caruso, but there was no love between us. We were notorious in Liberty City's mafia circle. Matteo believed I was the reason he lost his first love. He thought I had deliberately gone into his room the night he was drugged with an aphrodisiac, trapping him in a marriage. Hence, for eight years after our wedding, he stayed out drunk every night and refused to come home. Even when I went into obstructed labor and was on the brink of death, he never asked about me even once. Then, the hurricane came. A storm surge swallowed Liberty City. The harbor collapsed under the waves, and there was only one seat left on the evacuation boat. Everyone thought Matteo would keep it for himself. Instead, he shoved me hard onto the boat. "Go! I'm giving you my chance to live, Chiara. If there's a next life, don't come saving me again. I just want to be with Lucia." The next second, his body was dragged into the pitch-black sea. I survived, only to be hacked to death by a rival family afterward. What Matteo never knew was that he wasn't the only one who was drugged that night. His father was too. This time around, I step into the room just as the effects of the aphrodisiac take hold. Raffaele is currently forcing himself to endure it, his control stretched to the limit. I walk over and say softly, "Let me be your antidote, Don Caruso."

On the first day of my rebirth, I turn straight into the bedroom of Don Raffaele Caruso and begin undoing my clothes. In my previous life, I was in a marriage of convenience with his son, Matteo Caruso, but there was no love between us. We were notorious in Liberty City's mafia circle. Matteo believed I was the reason he lost his first love. He thought I had deliberately gone into his room the night he was drugged with an aphrodisiac, trapping him in a marriage. Hence, for eight years after our wedding, he stayed out drunk every night and refused to come home. Even when I went into obstructed labor and was on the brink of death, he never asked about me even once. Then, the hurricane came. A storm surge swallowed Liberty City. The harbor collapsed under the waves, and there was only one seat left on the evacuation boat. Everyone thought Matteo would keep it for himself. Instead, he shoved me hard onto the boat. "Go! I'm giving you my chance to live, Chiara. If there's a next life, don't come saving me again. I just want to be with Lucia." The next second, his body was dragged into the pitch-black sea. I survived, only to be hacked to death by a rival family afterward. What Matteo never knew was that he wasn't the only one who was drugged that night. His father was too. This time around, I step into the room just as the effects of the aphrodisiac take hold. Raffaele is currently forcing himself to endure it, his control stretched to the limit. I walk over and say softly, "Let me be your antidote, Don Caruso."

I had a perception disorder that messed with how I saw and felt stuff. So when I got dropped into a horror game, everyone else freaked out trying to survive— Me? I thought I was in a dating sim. I raised a young fae like she was my kid, fell for the vampire count, and treated the undead like my in-laws. The first time I saw the vampire—face torn up, soaked in blood—I straight-up blushed. "You're really handsome." He froze. Then, low and uncertain: "Am I... really handsome?"