

For three hundred years, the cultivator Sean Yale single-handedly guarded the pass, keeping the demon invasion at bay and ensuring peace for Aureate. But his long vigil bred only complacency and distrust. Accused of fabricating the demon threat, he was cast out by the very nation he protected. Without him, the demons descended, throwing the realm into chaos. As Aureate faced its doom, Sean moved on, aiding other lands against the onslaught, his legendary might now sought by all who once doubted him. In the end, it was he who pushed the demons back to the wastelands and restored peace, leaving those who betrayed him to face the consequences of their folly.

Framed for a deadly racing crash that killed his girlfriend, legendary racer Eric abandons the track and turns to alcohol. Three years later, he meets Lila, a kind-hearted fighter who saves him. As enemies threaten their lives, the two overcome betrayal, danger, and past trauma, finding redemption and love together.
![[ENG DUB] Who Needs a Mech?](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Ash Lane accidentally transmigrates into a mech-combat world and awakens the Mech Sacrifice System. Sacrifice five Level 1 mechs and he can crush a Level 2 with his bare hands. He enrolls at Valen Academy hoping to make his mark, but his fiancee dumps him, his family turns on him, and his mother gets caught in the crossfire and publicly humiliated. To protect her, Ash reveals his hidden strength, dominates Finn Lane in a crushing showdown, and launches his unstoppable rise, rewriting the rules of the mech world one fight at a time.

Ash Lane accidentally transmigrates into a mech-combat world and awakens the Mech Sacrifice System. Sacrifice five Level 1 mechs and he can crush a Level 2 with his bare hands. He enrolls at Valen Academy hoping to make his mark, but his fiancee dumps him, his family turns on him, and his mother gets caught in the crossfire and publicly humiliated. To protect her, Ash reveals his hidden strength, dominates Finn Lane in a crushing showdown, and launches his unstoppable rise, rewriting the rules of the mech world one fight at a time.

Seven years ago, Tatiana, forced by her father, broke up cruelly with Karsen while pregnant. After giving birth, she was framed by her stepmother and father and confined to a psychiatric hospital. Seven years later, Karsen returns as the chairman of the powerful Watkins Group—only to encounter Summer, the daughter he unknowingly shares with Tatiana…

Sharon Lucas had two adopted sons, and she had raised them all by herself. One day, she heard that she'd get $5 million relocation compensation for her old house. But her sons accidentally pushed her into the pool when arguing over the money. The next minute, a man showed up and saved her. When the man woke up at the hospital, he had already lost his memory. So, Sharon took him in and gave him the name David. But actually, David was William Lester, the chairman of Lester Group, and he faked the amnesia, trying to investigate Sharon's identity.
![[ENG DUB] A Simple Drill Turned Dangerous](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
After crossing over to a parallel dimension, Jake Lowry has been selected to play the role of a bank robber during a bank robbery drill. On the day of the drill, when Jake is about to head over to the bank and start ""robbing"" it, an old lady collapses in front of him. Knowing that he's running out of time, Jake can only agree to let the old lady go with him to the bank so that he can withdraw money there and pay her for the injuries caused.But as soon as he enters the bank, Jake pulls out a ski mask from his bag and puts it on."This is a robbery! Get down right now!"

My daughter, Ruby Pratt, has leukemia. She needs a bone marrow transplant—and fast. Out of everyone in the family, my husband, Dan Pratt, was the only match. I begged him for an entire month before he finally agreed to go through with the donation. But on the morning of the surgery, he went completely off the grid. I stood outside the hospital all day, waiting. No calls. No texts. Not even a shadow. That night, his childhood friend, Valerie Kinder, posted on Instagram. In the photo, Dan was holding Valerie's hand with one arm and carrying her young son with the other—on a beach in Lulabo City. The caption read: [Soaking up the sun! Dan cleared his whole schedule to join us on a month-long trek and we finally made it to the coast! My little boy said Uncle Dan made his ocean dream come true. Pure joy!] My heart splintered. While I was drowning in worry over my daughter, he was off playing happy family with them. I wiped my tears and typed a comment beneath her post: [Not 'Uncle.' From now on, he's your son's father.] That night, I finally got a call from him. "Babe, don't be like this," Dan said. "You're not being fair. "Valerie's son has been bullied at school for not having a dad. I couldn't stand seeing him hurt, so I took them on this trip. It was supposed to help him heal. "I'll catch the first flight back tomorrow and head straight to the hospital to donate the marrow. I promise." I hung up with a bitter smile. The next morning, Dan rushed into the hospital room. But all he found on the bed was a death certificate.

I have been bound to Ryan Hardin for nine years. He is pureblood, the Alpha of Silverfang Pack. And I… I was chosen as nothing more than a “temporary Luna,” a political pawn to steady the pack’s power. In those nine years, he betrayed me countless times. The first time, on my birthday, he announced that the celebration belonged to another she-wolf he had just met. The second time, I brewed medicine for his injuries, only to be accused by the Elders of bewitching the Alpha. He didn’t defend me—instead, he ordered me to be whipped in front of the entire pack. The third time, I was three months pregnant. He stood there, watching as his childhood sweetheart pushed me down the stone steps. I lost our pup that day. Nine years. Three thousand two hundred nights. I endured his indifference, his humiliation, his contempt. Last night, at the Silverfang Pack’s full-moon feast, he openly entwined his hand with a young Omega’s while I sat abandoned at the far end of the Alpha’s table. Every gaze cut into me—wolves whispering, mocking, savoring the spectacle. It was his 200th betrayal. When the feast ended, Ryan didn’t even look at me. His words were sharper than fangs: “Don’t forget, your Luna title is only temporary.” At dawn, he descended the Alpha’s staircase, his voice cold and commanding as if I were a servant: “Prepare the council’s tea. Now.” I met his gaze without flinching, my voice steady, stripped of all submission. “I’m sorry, Alpha. That is no longer my duty.” He seems to forget—we were never bound by a mark. Ours was an agreement, nothing more. And today marks the third-to-last day before that agreement ends. I gathered the Luna emblem, the wedding ring, and our only wedding photo—and burned them all. In three days, I’ll leave this pack. I will return to the secluded Herbal Academy, reclaim my research. And this time, when I walk away, I will never return.

I have been bound to Ryan Hardin for nine years. He is pureblood, the Alpha of Silverfang Pack. And I… I was chosen as nothing more than a “temporary Luna,” a political pawn to steady the pack’s power. In those nine years, he betrayed me countless times. The first time, on my birthday, he announced that the celebration belonged to another she-wolf he had just met. The second time, I brewed medicine for his injuries, only to be accused by the Elders of bewitching the Alpha. He didn’t defend me—instead, he ordered me to be whipped in front of the entire pack. The third time, I was three months pregnant. He stood there, watching as his childhood sweetheart pushed me down the stone steps. I lost our pup that day. Nine years. Three thousand two hundred nights. I endured his indifference, his humiliation, his contempt. Last night, at the Silverfang Pack’s full-moon feast, he openly entwined his hand with a young Omega’s while I sat abandoned at the far end of the Alpha’s table. Every gaze cut into me—wolves whispering, mocking, savoring the spectacle. It was his 200th betrayal. When the feast ended, Ryan didn’t even look at me. His words were sharper than fangs: “Don’t forget, your Luna title is only temporary.” At dawn, he descended the Alpha’s staircase, his voice cold and commanding as if I were a servant: “Prepare the council’s tea. Now.” I met his gaze without flinching, my voice steady, stripped of all submission. “I’m sorry, Alpha. That is no longer my duty.” He seems to forget—we were never bound by a mark. Ours was an agreement, nothing more. And today marks the third-to-last day before that agreement ends. I gathered the Luna emblem, the wedding ring, and our only wedding photo—and burned them all. In three days, I’ll leave this pack. I will return to the secluded Herbal Academy, reclaim my research. And this time, when I walk away, I will never return.