

Leah Sinclair and Fiona Sinclair had their identities switched for eighteen years. After Leah returned to her biological family, her parents doted on Fiona more than her. To steal Leah's fiancé, Vincent Parker, Fiona poisoned Vincent’s sister, Yvonne, and framed Leah, resulting in Leah being sent to a reform boot camp for three years. There, Leah endured inhumane treatment and lost one leg. No one believed Leah was innocent until Yvonne woke up...

Calvin Gordon, a prodigious talent in stitching, lands an internship at Kindness Hospital. On his very first day, he performs an emergency rescue on Hector only to be fired by Joseph Smith for allegedly breaking the rules. Undeterred, Calvin continues saving lives at a clinic and showcases his medical skills at a dramatic car accident scene, earning the admiration of Professor Nelson.Joseph, once a relentless rival, is gradually won over by Calvin's unparalleled expertise. In the end, Calvin not only provides the key evidence to clear his father's name but also joins forces with him, advancing side by side in their pursuit of the true calling of medicine.

Born with extraordinary strength, Joe is rejected by his father as a freak and expelled by his martial arts master. With nowhere else to go, he is taken in by Aylin Fischer, who gives him a place to stay in exchange for working as a sparring partner at her boxing gym.When the ruthless Midvein boxing champion leads his fighters to destroy the gym, Joe breaks the vow he swore never to fight again. Using his incredible power, he crushes every opponent in his path, defeats the villains who ruined his life, and uncovers the truth about his own origins. From an abandoned outcast to an undefeated champion, Joe masters his legendary strength and rises to become the greatest boxing legend of his generation.

Facing her husband's deadly scheme, heiress Wendy Snow chooses Jesse Turner, a mysterious and formidable bodyguard.While others think he is just a hired guard, the truth is far more dangerous. It is a game of bait and strategy, where every move is a risk. When the truth is revealed, his real identity shocks the world as he helps her rise again.
![[ENG DUB] Every Enemy Falls: I Take, I Crush, I Win](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Tyson Calhoun transmigrated as a despised F-level Serpent. After activating a Devouring System, he evolved from Serpent to Dragon, overcame the apocalypse alongside humanity, and ultimately, devoured gods.
![[ENG DUB] My Rolling Fortress in a Dying World](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Vera Thorne has gotten reborn to the timeframe before the dinosaur apocalypse descends upon the world, which is on the day of her convocation. In her previous life, she was framed by Mia Ruth, the campus belle, which ended with her becoming dinosaur food. This time, Vera secures the deed over Raptor Cave and takes out a 400-million-dollar loan to reconstruct it into an apocalyptic fortress that's impervious to even nuclear missiles.Once her system is activated, Vera starts taming dinosaurs like pterosaurs, T-rexes and brontosauruses in order to form her own dino army.Mia, who has gotten reborn as well, allies with violent criminals multiple times just to attack Vera's fortress.She even goes as far as to pledge herself to Cyan Corp and commands mech-dinos so that she can rob Vera of her home.Vera manages to conquer the apex of predators and makes a counterattack with her massive dino army. With her own hands, she finally ends her mortal enemy's life. For the next seven years, Vera travels all over the globe and uses the taming bands to send all the dinosaurs to their original era.Now that the apocalypse has ended, mankind begins rebuilding their society.Just as Vera thinks she's finally welcoming tranquility back to her life, the temperature outside drops to a staggering -70 degrees Fahrenheit.It turns out that… the Glacial Age has just made its presence known…

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered.

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered.

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered.