

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?"

Frank Church gave up his status as a wealthy heir to marry Lynn Cooper. On their daughter Tianna's birthday, the little girl waited alone by the road for her parents. Meanwhile, Lynn was out with her first love Harry Zimmer and his daughter Yana. While driving together, they accidentally hit Tianna,leaving her critically injured. Lynn chose to take Yana—who had only minor injuries—to the hospital first, delaying Tianna's treatment and ultimately leading to her death. Despite Frank's repeated pleas, Lynn refused to visit their daughter, insisting that Tianna was fine. Devastated and betrayed, Frank finally turned his heart away forever.

The fake heir humiliated the true heir with a $666 bonus. His family took the fake's side. So he rebelled and bankrupted the entire Lozano Group.

My younger sister, Lydia Miller, and I are unexpectedly reborn into a beastman tribe, where the Beast God gives us a choice of identity. The first option is to become a beast woman with tremendous strength and a tall, imposing physique. The second option is to become a saintess with the ability to reproduce across species and an alluring, graceful figure. In our previous life, Lydia became a beast woman to survive, while I became the frail saintess. She ended up scorned by the tribe's beastmen for not being feminine enough. Meanwhile, I captured the hearts of the three strongest and most handsome beastmen in the tribe with my delicate frame. I became their most cherished beloved. Eventually, they rose to rule the primeval forest, and I basked in endless glory as their saintess. Driven mad with jealousy, Lydia pushed me into a poison swamp when no one was looking. With my last bit of strength, I plunged a poisonous thorn into her body, and we died together. When I open my eyes again, we're back at the moment when the Beast God asks us to make our choice. This time, Lydia rushes to claim the saintess identity first. "Ella, this time I'll be the saintess. Since I pity you so much, I'll let you have those three defective, impotent beastmen." I bite back the wild joy flooding through me. What's so great about serving as a breeding tool anyway? In a primitive society, strength is everything.

The hero falls, trapped behind bars: Federal War God Jarvis Cameron suffers mutual destruction battling the king-level beast Bashe, losing all his power. But instead of honor, he faces betrayal and framing from the great families led by the Wooley and Scott clans. Jarvis is falsely accused of causing millions of casualties, thrown into prison, and scheduled for public execution.

As children, Gigi Murray and Milo Sanford made a pinky promise to marry each other. Eighteen years later, Milo has become mentally impaired, but Gigi remains devoted and marries him. After a fateful accident, Milo regains his memory, only to discover that the person who killed his parents is none other than Gigi's adoptive father. Consumed by rage, Milo turns against Gigi. Amidst the turmoil, Gigi's true identity is revealed, uncovering a web of secrets and betrayal.

I open my eyes to a twisted corridor, the air thick with rot and roses. I'm thrown into a deadly game with 99% mortality, forced by a system to court non-human beings—a crying stitched monster, a time-controlling puppeteer, an abyss lord who feeds on fear. While others flee, I read love poems to vengeful spirits and dance with skeletons. Fail, I die; succeed, I survive. But when romance meets horror, can I trust my heart?

My younger sister, Sophie Sawyer, got pregnant before marriage, gave birth to a baby boy in a small clinic, and then disappeared. The doctor used the address she left behind to find my family and handed the child to me. My parents knelt and begged me to raise him, and that was how I, an unmarried young woman, struggled through life with a child on my hip. When I finally managed to raise him, Sophie came back, standing beside a big-shot boss dripping in gold. She held her son and cried, accusing me of being jealous of her, stealing her child, and tearing them apart. My nephew cut ties with me without hesitation, choosing her over me. My parents kicked me out of the house. The neighbors all condemned me. In despair, I jumped to my death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Sophie gave birth.

James Grant was kidnapped when he was a kid and stayed ten years in the orphanage. When he finally found his family, his family made him take the blame for illegally running a casino, instead of his adopted brother, Yale. During the days in jail, James met the Card King, Jack Warren. Jack taught James all his gambling skills and asked James to use these skills against gambling. After getting out of jail, James decided to take revenge and protect his friends from the orphanage.

The end of the world was upon us, but there weren't enough spots for evacuation. The roars of the zombies echoed in my ears as my fiancé, Oliver, gritted his teeth and pulled me onto the rescue vehicle—securing the last available seat. I arrived safely at the survivor base. Lina, his first love, did not. The zombies tore her apart. Oliver still went through with our marriage, but I never expected that he had only done so to make me suffer. In his eyes, I was the one who had killed Lina. If she had to endure such agony, then I should, too. For five years, he hated me. My life was worse than that of a stray dog scavenging for food on the street. On the day my divorce was finalized, he kidnapped me, dragged me into the wilderness, and wrapped his fingers around my throat. Then, he threw us both into the swarm of the undead. When I opened my eyes again, I was somehow reborn on the day the apocalypse began. The rescue team was shouting impatiently, "One more! We have room for one more—hurry!" I turned to Oliver, watching his hesitation. Then, with a quiet smile, I took a step back and let someone else have the last seat.