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When my mind-link request had been ignored by my parents for the twentieth time, I went to the Werewolf Council, clutching the report on silver dust corrosion in my hand. “Hello. I’d like to renounce my pack identity—effective immediately.” Ten minutes later, my parents burst in, dragging my adoptive younger sister, Elsa, with them, panic written all over their faces. The door burst open with a bang, and my Beta father charged in like a storm. His fangs bared, claws twitching. “You’re nothing but a spoiled brat craving attention! Stop this pathetic act. You’re an embarrassment to a Beta’s name!” My mother, a forensic specialist for the pack, immediately snatched the report from my hand. After a brief glance, she let out a cold sneer. “You faked this report just to get our attention? You’ve been a liar since you were a pup.” Elsa clung to both of them, tears in her eyes as she sobbed, “I’m sorry, Jenifer. It’s my fault for holding the shifting ritual. But please... don’t lie to our parents just to make them feel guilty!” Blood was still pouring from my nose, but I wiped it away calmly and stood tall before the werewolf councilors once more. “I haven’t had a real family for a long time. Please—remove all my personal records from the pack. I just don’t want my funeral—scheduled for three days from now—to be delayed.”

On my twentieth birthday, I had to choose a husband before all of Olympus. Everyone thought I would choose Apollo Olympion, the radiant heir of the sun god and the man I had loved for years. In my last life, I did. Because of me, he gained Zeus’s favor, sacred estates, and the right to rise above every divine heir. But after our marriage, he gave his sunlight to Celeste, the dying flower nymph my mother had taken in. When Demeter drove her away, Apollo blamed me. From then on, he hated me. He humiliated me, broke me, and finally let my sacred medicine become slow poison. I died carrying his child, on the night the spring inside me withered. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my twentieth birthday. This time, I let them have each other. So before Zeus and every god in the Golden Hall, I chose Cassian Hadeion, the last blood of Hades. The cursed underworld prince everyone mocked. Apollo sneered. “Choosing him just to make me jealous?” I ignored him. Because in my last life, after I died, Cassian was the only one who avenged me. Then Apollo stepped closer and whispered, “Funny. That wasn’t who you chose last time.”

In her past life, Mia Blair mistakenly believed Nick Judd was the man who saved her life. She fell for him completely, only to be betrayed and destroyed in the end. Given a second chance at life, she vows not to repeat the same mistake and to cherish the man who truly loves her.

Five years ago, after a night of drinking, Sylvia Snow accidentally stumbled into the wrong room and spent a passionate night with a man she didn't know—Eric Payne. That night led to the birth of their son, Noel Snow. When Noel turns four, he starts showing strange symptoms and is locked away, treated like a monster. Just when things seem hopeless, Eric shows up and saves Noel. Sylvia soon discovers that the man from that night isn't just any man—he’s a legendary werewolf, and the secret behind their son's condition is far more extraordinary than she ever imagined.

The whole city is buzzing with gossip about CEO Natalie Adams, whose "perfect man" abandoned her on their wedding day. But she shocks everyone by declaring, "A woman thrives better without a man!" Celebrating her newfound freedom, she hires a male escort for a night of fun, only to discover she's accidentally "claimed" the most powerful man in the city, the formidable Felix Morgan—and even left him a five-star review.Thinking that would be the last of him, she soon finds herself caught in his elaborate trap. When she finally falls into his arms, she realizes their first encounter was no accident—it was all part of his master plan.

When my mind-link request had been ignored by my parents for the twentieth time, I went to the Werewolf Council, clutching the report on silver dust corrosion in my hand. “Hello. I’d like to renounce my pack identity—effective immediately.” Ten minutes later, my parents burst in, dragging my adoptive younger sister, Elsa, with them, panic written all over their faces. The door burst open with a bang, and my Beta father charged in like a storm. His fangs bared, claws twitching. “You’re nothing but a spoiled brat craving attention! Stop this pathetic act. You’re an embarrassment to a Beta’s name!” My mother, a forensic specialist for the pack, immediately snatched the report from my hand. After a brief glance, she let out a cold sneer. “You faked this report just to get our attention? You’ve been a liar since you were a pup.” Elsa clung to both of them, tears in her eyes as she sobbed, “I’m sorry, Jenifer. It’s my fault for holding the shifting ritual. But please... don’t lie to our parents just to make them feel guilty!” Blood was still pouring from my nose, but I wiped it away calmly and stood tall before the werewolf councilors once more. “I haven’t had a real family for a long time. Please—remove all my personal records from the pack. I just don’t want my funeral—scheduled for three days from now—to be delayed.”

Mark Bowen transmigrates into a high-martial-arts world but receives no "young genius" storyline. Instead, facing a midlife crisis, he activates a system that not only heals his hidden injuries but grants him the power to shatter anything in his path. This is the story of a middle-aged man climbing the martial peak. The tables turn! Don't underestimate a man at midlife! System, activate!

Winter Gray wakes up with five years of memories gone and is completely unimpressed by her cold, distant husband, Troy Lowe. "A sc*mbag like you? I never wanted to marry you!" "Winter Gray, you're ridiculous!" he snaps back. Thinking divorce will solve everything, Winter is shocked to discover she has a five-year-old son, Kyle Lowe! She then deals with her unruly son and confronts the scheming mistress causing trouble. Balancing family and work, her life starts to thrive. As Troy watches her transformation, his frustration shifts to admiration. He realizes she’s the woman who saved him five years ago, nearly losing her leg in the process. Grateful, he vows to repay her, but winning her heart back will be a long journey.

Before her divorce, the desperate Raegan Sharp shared one devastating night with a stranger. Months later, forced into marriage with the city's most feared man, she learned he was the father of her child, the same man from that night. As she considered ending the pregnancy, she remained unaware that he had spent ten years silently orchestrating their reunion.

Christina's adoptive mother gives her a brutal choice: Christina can give her virginity to a 70-year-old rich man, or watch her brother be killed. She chooses the former, but those plans are jeopardized when the old man seeks pleasure elsewhere. Who would have thought his son, Logan, would become her Mr. Right? "Sleep with me, right now!" Christina begs...

On the day of my mate-bonding ceremony, my parents suddenly brought my mate home and told me the marking ceremony that day would be with someone else. “Your sister was poisoned by wolfsbane. There's no cure, and her dying wish is to become David’s mate.” “You’re her older sister. Can’t you be kind and help her out?” My mate also tried to persuade me. “Don’t worry, it’s just for show. After she dies, we’ll still be each other’s one and only.” Still, I refused. However, my parents forced me to drink a potion that blocked my mind link, tied me up, and threw me into the silver mine behind our villa. “We’ll untie you once the ceremony goes smoothly,” they said. But soon after they left, I was attacked by a vicious rogue wolf. After endless torment, I was killed. It was only when my body started rotting that they remembered I was still bound in the mine.

Rumors in the martial world suggest that gaining the favor and assistance of the esteemed and aloof Young Lord of Ferrell International guarantees a swift rise to power. One day, errand boy Simon Carr barges into the boardroom of the Nexus Group under the pretext of needing to deliver an urgent order, effortlessly resolving a corporate crisis with a few words... Thirty years ago, Ms. Wood told me, "If anyone dares to look down on you, you must smash their face, step on their shoulders, and tell them that I, Simon Carr, am born extraordinary and destined to be supreme in this lifetime!

Rumors in the martial world suggest that gaining the favor and assistance of the esteemed and aloof Young Lord of Ferrell International guarantees a swift rise to power. One day, errand boy Simon Carr barges into the boardroom of the Nexus Group under the pretext of needing to deliver an urgent order, effortlessly resolving a corporate crisis with a few words... Thirty years ago, Ms. Wood told me, "If anyone dares to look down on you, you must smash their face, step on their shoulders, and tell them that I, Simon Carr, am born extraordinary and destined to be supreme in this lifetime!

Corporate drone Scarlet Bell accidentally transmigrates into a book as a billionaire socialite. That very night, she goes to a top-tier club and brings home a male escort Roger Lawrence. Unexpectedly, the man is not only handsome but skilled in everything, teaching her business hand-in-hand and repeatedly saving her from danger. Just as their feelings deepen, Scarlet is forced into an arranged marriage by her family. Roger comes to propose, and only then does Scarlet discover that this man is actually the world's richest person.

It wasn't until the day she died that Stacie realized her marriage had been a lie. Brian had always been hopelessly in love with his first crush,and marrying her was nothing more than an act of revenge.Reborn back to her school days, Stacie returns to her wealthy family without hesitation and marries her childhood sweetheart—the heir of the Sanders family—in a flash. She never expected the proud and untouchable Brian to break down, eyes red as he came to her door."Stacie… didn't you say you'd only ever love me?"

Three days before my marking ceremony, someone set fire to the bridal shop while I was inside trying on my ceremonial dress. Alpha Marcus threw the arsonist into the pack prison, sentencing them to the harshest punishment our laws allowed. I lay in the hospital bed, my body covered in third-degree burns, refusing to wake fully as the reality of my disfigurement sank in. In my semi-conscious state, I heard Marcus speaking with the pack's healing witch. "Alpha, we can still heal her completely with the ancient magic. If we wait any longer, Sarah will bear these scars for life! You just want Miss Rachel to be your Luna at the marking ceremony. This is cruel beyond measure!" "Let her keep the scars. I'll provide for her for the rest of her life, but if she's healed, she'll definitely cause trouble at the marking ceremony." "I promised Rachel that her pup would be welcomed into the pack with full honors. Only when Sarah is completely disfigured will she be grateful enough to raise Rachel's child as her own. The scars are necessary - at least this way, she won't dare mistreat the pup." In the corner of the room, where no one was watching, a tear slid down my burned cheek. So this was the truth. The marking ceremony I'd dreamed of was nothing but a lie. The mate bond I longed for would be my death sentence. If that's how it had to be, I would give him what he wanted.

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?

I'm a killer who accidentally sleeps with a mafia boss twice. The first time, I walk away without saying anything, leaving behind nothing but a note and a bank card. "Fantastic night. Thanks." The second time, he lands himself at the top of the killer hit list and has a sky-high bounty placed on him. Later, he traps me in his room as I fade in and out of consciousness, drowning in his presence. He holds my hand and aims my gun at himself with a chuckle. "You're shaking so badly. Can you even keep your gun steady?"