

She was the Kingsley heiress who gave up her crown for love. Karina fell for her boss, William, and after one reckless night, carried his child. He married her—but only in secret—while his heart still belonged to Fiona, the woman he could never forget. Years later, Fiona returned with a son, and William made the cruelest choice: embracing another child while abandoning his own. Shattered, Karina clung to her son Galen’s plea: “Give him three more chances.” But with every chance William wastes… Karina edges closer to walking away forever.

When Netherworld descends upon reality, all humanity awakens professions based on their talents. Advancing through professional ranks requires massive amounts of Netherworld currency, nether credit. Colin Sanders, who died in the Netherworld in his previous life,returns to the past with his game interface intact, right before the descent begins. He frantically recharges his account with nether credit, filling his Netherworld bank account to unlimited capacity. When Netherworld finally arrives, Colin uses his infinite wealth to forge three divine artifacts, upgrading his D-rank blacksmith profession to a divine blacksmith,then advances twice more to become the God of Creation, ultimately defeating Netherworld’s final boss.

ER doctor Kate Reed believes she has a loving marriage—until one phone call shatters the illusion. While she's in surgery, her husband Mason Fadley claims his flight is canceled, but he's secretly with his sister-in-law, Sandy Young. When Mason collapses from expired drugs, Kate uncovers the affair—and learns her miscarriage was their doing. On Sandy's wedding day, Kate doesn't arrive to celebrate. She comes to expose their sins.

I died just before my husband Drake's wedding to his mate. Ten days before my death, Drake's former mate returned. Drake abandoned me to spend the night with his mate even though I was attacked by rogues and was severely injured. He came back directly the next day, not to see me but to give me the news. “I want to sever the mate bond with you.” “I’ve been poisoned by wolfsbane.” “You’re lying again. Regardless, I must reject you today.” He didn’t know that his rejection would hasten my death. I thought that after this stumbling block—me—was gone, he could finally live happily with his mate. But to my surprise, he abandoned his bride at the wedding and ran to my gravestone, weeping. “Lyra, you are my wife. I forbid you to die!”
![[ENG DUB] The Day I Stopped Being Her](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Everyone thought Wynne Lynch was Nolan Griffin's simp, shielding him from drinks and knives, willing to be the most humble secretary by his side. In truth,Wynne got close to Nolan only because she saw him as a stand-in for her late lover, Nathan Griffin, and also to fulfill his dying wish: to take care of Nolan for seven years. During those seven years, Nolan allowed Rowena Sutter to humiliate and hurt Wynne without restraint. From life-or-death races to high-altitude skydives, Wynne repeatedly risked her life for Nolan. Yet when Nolan finally realized his own feelings, Wynne had already accumulated enough disappointment and resolved to leave.

Everyone thought Wynne Lynch was Nolan Griffin's simp, shielding him from drinks and knives, willing to be the most humble secretary by his side. In truth,Wynne got close to Nolan only because she saw him as a stand-in for her late lover, Nathan Griffin, and also to fulfill his dying wish: to take care of Nolan for seven years. During those seven years, Nolan allowed Rowena Sutter to humiliate and hurt Wynne without restraint. From life-or-death races to high-altitude skydives, Wynne repeatedly risked her life for Nolan. Yet when Nolan finally realized his own feelings, Wynne had already accumulated enough disappointment and resolved to leave.

Modern corporate drone Jake Clark died from overworking himself during a late-night gaming session, only to wake up as the idol of Azury!
![[ENG DUB] Deadly Deal: The Reversal](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Maisie Kent is betrayed by her boyfriend, Jerry Ford, and Gigi Smith, signing a contract that costs her life. Reborn at the moment of signing, she pretends to comply while secretly swapping the contract. When Gigi tries the same trick in public, the harm rebounds instantly. Unscathed, Maisie watches coldly—on the deadly contract now stands a name no one dares to provoke.

The night I died, my whole family was busy celebrating my twin sister Elena's eighteenth birthday. Everyone thought Elena was going to die the next day. We're elves. My father worked as a clan guardian, and after Mom gave birth to Elena and me as twins, she stopped working altogether. We should have been a happy family. But from the moment we were born, Elena and I were bound by a witch's curse. Because Elena came into the world one minute before me, she took the full weight of it onto herself. She was never supposed to live past eighteen. From the day we were born, Elena was the family's treasure. Mom and Dad treated me like I owed her something. New toys went to her first. New dresses were always her pick. Every night, Mom would sit in Elena's room for at least an hour before she'd turn off the light. I always fell asleep alone. One night I had a nightmare and ran barefoot to find Mom. She was holding Elena and didn't even look up. "Go back to bed. Stop making a fuss." I kept telling myself: she's dying, of course they're kind to her. But every time I let something go, that splinter in my chest pushed a little deeper. Then the day the curse was supposed to take effect finally came, and naturally, that was the day my stomach cramped so badly I could barely stand. Mom and Dad didn't hesitate. They shoved me into the cellar and locked it from outside. I crouched on the stone floor with the smell of mildew everywhere and knocked on the door over and over. "Mom... Dad... my stomach really hurts, I can't even stand up... let me out, please..." One sentence came back through the door. "Your sister is dying tonight! Can you just give us one day? One day!" "But... Mom... I'm scared..." Nobody answered after that. The cellar went quiet. My eyelids grew heavy. My last thought was: if I were the one dying of a curse, would they come hold me too.

The night I died, my whole family was busy celebrating my twin sister Elena's eighteenth birthday. Everyone thought Elena was going to die the next day. We're elves. My father worked as a clan guardian, and after Mom gave birth to Elena and me as twins, she stopped working altogether. We should have been a happy family. But from the moment we were born, Elena and I were bound by a witch's curse. Because Elena came into the world one minute before me, she took the full weight of it onto herself. She was never supposed to live past eighteen. From the day we were born, Elena was the family's treasure. Mom and Dad treated me like I owed her something. New toys went to her first. New dresses were always her pick. Every night, Mom would sit in Elena's room for at least an hour before she'd turn off the light. I always fell asleep alone. One night I had a nightmare and ran barefoot to find Mom. She was holding Elena and didn't even look up. "Go back to bed. Stop making a fuss." I kept telling myself: she's dying, of course they're kind to her. But every time I let something go, that splinter in my chest pushed a little deeper. Then the day the curse was supposed to take effect finally came, and naturally, that was the day my stomach cramped so badly I could barely stand. Mom and Dad didn't hesitate. They shoved me into the cellar and locked it from outside. I crouched on the stone floor with the smell of mildew everywhere and knocked on the door over and over. "Mom... Dad... my stomach really hurts, I can't even stand up... let me out, please..." One sentence came back through the door. "Your sister is dying tonight! Can you just give us one day? One day!" "But... Mom... I'm scared..." Nobody answered after that. The cellar went quiet. My eyelids grew heavy. My last thought was: if I were the one dying of a curse, would they come hold me too.