

After being publicly rejected and hunted by her tyrannical Alpha fiancé, Elara is saved by a scarred, mysterious rogue wolf—unaware he is the exiled heir she once rescued as a child. When her brutal ex drives them into a dead end, her tears and love become the only catalyst to awaken his Ancient Lycan bloodline and shatter the tyranny.
![[ENG DUB] When a Fashion Queen Fell Back in Time](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Quila Yale, a double-award-winning actress, unexpectedly transmigrates into the role of the wicked stepmother, Lena Yale, from a show she once starred in.When a little kindness toward her stepchildren unexpectedly activates the "Mom's the Best System", she's able to provide lavish meals even during a famine. Through shared hardships, the children's suspicion turns into genuine love, finally seeing her as their true mother. By the time their father, the general, returns from war, this family is finally whole again.

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he had me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.
![[ENG DUB] Rise of the Resilient](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Raena, a top obstetrician, had been married to her husband Matthias for ten years, but she suffered bullying from her mother-in-law Sara due to infertility. Later, Matthias had an affair with a younger woman named Felice and made her pregnant. Raena accidentally discovered the truth at the hospital. Faced with her husband's betrayal, the provocations from the mistress, and the pressure from her mother-in-law, Raena transformed from a passive victim to an empowered fighter. She fought back through legal means, public opinion, and her professional skills, ultimately exposing the true colors of Matthias's family. She reclaimed her property and dignity and started a new life with Romero, a celebrity gossip reporter who had secretly loved her.

Raena, a top obstetrician, had been married to her husband Matthias for ten years, but she suffered bullying from her mother-in-law Sara due to infertility. Later, Matthias had an affair with a younger woman named Felice and made her pregnant. Raena accidentally discovered the truth at the hospital. Faced with her husband's betrayal, the provocations from the mistress, and the pressure from her mother-in-law, Raena transformed from a passive victim to an empowered fighter. She fought back through legal means, public opinion, and her professional skills, ultimately exposing the true colors of Matthias's family. She reclaimed her property and dignity and started a new life with Romero, a celebrity gossip reporter who had secretly loved her.

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he fucked me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he fucked me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he fucked me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he fucked me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.

I married Don Matteo in secret. Every time he fucked his childhood sweetheart, he promised me a real wedding,in front of the Five Families. For five years, Matteo promised me ninety-nine times. And ninety-nine times, he left me at the altar. The first time, Cecilia’s prize-winning show cat died. To comfort her, he postponed the wedding for three months. I stood at the altar alone, eyes red, trying to calm down the family elders. The second time, Cecilia threw a tantrum at a casino and shattered a hundred-million-dollar antique vase. He diverted the private jet meant for their wedding and rushed through the night to clean up her mess. And every time, right before our wedding, his childhood sweetheart would have some kind of emergency. I cried. I screamed. I even held a gun to his head. But Matteo would just pin me against the wall and shut me up with a cold, hard kiss. “She’s just a fuck. You are Mrs. Falcone. Have some goddamn class.” After the ninety-ninth time, I was finally done. I slid the papers across the table. The ink was still wet, the Falcone family seal stamped at the bottom. “Our marriage, our alliance—it’s over.”