

Lilian Walker is falsely accused of plagiarism by her best friend Sienna Cole and falls from the rooftop, only to be reborn. She discovers that Sienna can hear her inner thoughts, so she activates a thought-modification system and begins her counterattack. Using the system and her own cunning, Lilian gradually exposes Sienna’s true face,ultimately winning a graduate school recommendation slot and an invitation to the prestigious Moore family banquet, and finding love along the way.

A year into her contract marriage with billionaire Becket, Tessa is still a virgin. When her grandma-in-law demands a baby, Tessa lies, claiming Beckett is impotent. Tessa believes Beckett avoids her because he's hung up on his ex, but what she doesn't know is that he secretly loves her since three years ago. He keeps his distance because he thinks she only married him for his money.

Framed, betrayed, and seconds away from a bullet to the head, Detective Jake didn't find death—he found the Karma System. Suddenly, the untouchable elites of the city aren't so untouchable anymore. Through the System's eyes, their fatal weaknesses, offshore bank accounts, and darkest secrets are downloaded directly into Jake's retinas. But tearing down a corrupt empire takes more than one man. Jake builds the ultimate "Fixer" syndicate from the ashes of society's outcasts: a ruthless psychological profiler, a cyber-ghost hacker who can breach any firewall, a lethal military veteran, and a Wall Street predator who weaponizes financial ruin. They don't just assassinate their targets; they dismantle them. From sadistic prison wardens to untouchable military-industrial CEOs, the Syndicate strikes where it hurts the most. They will expose your crimes on global streams, drain your bank accounts to zero in seconds, and leave you begging for a mercy they don't possess. The elite thought they owned the world. The Syndicate is here to collect the debt.

Four years was enough to drag Henry Smith, heir to M City’s wealthiest family, down from the heights of luxury to a mere bar porter. It was also long enough for David, a bodyguard once subjected to abuse, to rise into a ruthless kingpin controlling the local mafia. Vengeance consumed David entirely. He meticulously laid a dual snare woven from money and affection, watching Henry sink deeper and deeper until he was publicly disgraced and ruined. Yet the moment his revenge was complete, David felt nothing but an empty void in his heart—he had long since fallen for Henry amid their bitter game. As David chased the man he thought he hated, buried truths slowly came to light. It was Charles, who had obsessed over Henry for years, that orchestrated the death of David’s mother and the collapse of the Smith family fortune. The life-saving funds Henry had secretly transferred had been intercepted by Ethan on Charles’ orders. When David turned his blade toward the true villain, he realized he had wronged the love of his life. Having walked the path from hatred to profound love, he resolved to spend the rest of his days making amends for their belated beginning.

Lydia Steele arrives at the Golden Glow Awards as its celebrated, veiled screenwriter. The night turns brutal when she’s publicly humiliated as a “mistress” and betrayed by her own husband. But the shocking truth is—she is not just a genius writer, but also the secret heir to the all-powerful Everworld empire. With her brother’s arrival, the tables turn. Now, every betrayer will pay.

At the birthday party for my Mafia husband, Galvan, I touched one of his blood-stained cufflinks and suddenly gained the ability to read minds. I read Galvan's thoughts. He was thinking, "Tracy's body is so tempting. Much better than my cold wife." Tracy, his employee, was with her broke boyfriend, Reuben. Her thoughts dripped with contempt, "Reuben is useless. His gifts were cheap. Once I dump him, I’ll be with Galvan." Interestingly, Reuben, the supposedly worthless boyfriend, was actually thinking, "My father's test is almost done. How do I tell Tracy I'm the heir to the largest Mafia family?" Fascinating. Galvan, the man I stood by, appeared wealthy on the outside, but the true heir was treated poorly. I lifted my wine glass and elegantly approached the penniless Reuben.

Year 3610, ten years after the great interstellar war. Space pirates and Void forces plague the galaxy. Thorne, former Star Marshal and weary of war, lives incognito on Neon Star, running a quiet bar with Ileah, heir of the Mogul clan. But Ileah’s broken engagement offends the Abyss family, and the Shadow of the Void covets her rare healing ability. Enemies close in. Thorne sheds his disguise, defeats the Abyss heir and a Void squad leader, and returns with Ileah to the Eight Great Clans. Lord Regan of Abyss and Void Commander Dexter strike back. Thorne wields lightning, spatial arts, and nanotech armor to crush them, uniting the Eight Clans to destroy the Shadow of the Void. Yet when the battle ends, an alien claw emerges from a deep-space rift — a new cosmic crisis begins.

An obedient psychology student, for her BDSM graduation project, mistakenly gets involved with Dom, the most dangerous gang leader in North America. What starts as a "master-slave contract" fueled by lust eventually evolves into an irresistible and fatal redemption.

On the first day of my rebirth, I turn straight into the bedroom of Don Raffaele Caruso and begin undoing my clothes. In my previous life, I was in a marriage of convenience with his son, Matteo Caruso, but there was no love between us. We were notorious in Liberty City's mafia circle. Matteo believed I was the reason he lost his first love. He thought I had deliberately gone into his room the night he was drugged with an aphrodisiac, trapping him in a marriage. Hence, for eight years after our wedding, he stayed out drunk every night and refused to come home. Even when I went into obstructed labor and was on the brink of death, he never asked about me even once. Then, the hurricane came. A storm surge swallowed Liberty City. The harbor collapsed under the waves, and there was only one seat left on the evacuation boat. Everyone thought Matteo would keep it for himself. Instead, he shoved me hard onto the boat. "Go! I'm giving you my chance to live, Chiara. If there's a next life, don't come saving me again. I just want to be with Lucia." The next second, his body was dragged into the pitch-black sea. I survived, only to be hacked to death by a rival family afterward. What Matteo never knew was that he wasn't the only one who was drugged that night. His father was too. This time around, I step into the room just as the effects of the aphrodisiac take hold. Raffaele is currently forcing himself to endure it, his control stretched to the limit. I walk over and say softly, "Let me be your antidote, Don Caruso."

On the first day of my rebirth, I turn straight into the bedroom of Don Raffaele Caruso and begin undoing my clothes. In my previous life, I was in a marriage of convenience with his son, Matteo Caruso, but there was no love between us. We were notorious in Liberty City's mafia circle. Matteo believed I was the reason he lost his first love. He thought I had deliberately gone into his room the night he was drugged with an aphrodisiac, trapping him in a marriage. Hence, for eight years after our wedding, he stayed out drunk every night and refused to come home. Even when I went into obstructed labor and was on the brink of death, he never asked about me even once. Then, the hurricane came. A storm surge swallowed Liberty City. The harbor collapsed under the waves, and there was only one seat left on the evacuation boat. Everyone thought Matteo would keep it for himself. Instead, he shoved me hard onto the boat. "Go! I'm giving you my chance to live, Chiara. If there's a next life, don't come saving me again. I just want to be with Lucia." The next second, his body was dragged into the pitch-black sea. I survived, only to be hacked to death by a rival family afterward. What Matteo never knew was that he wasn't the only one who was drugged that night. His father was too. This time around, I step into the room just as the effects of the aphrodisiac take hold. Raffaele is currently forcing himself to endure it, his control stretched to the limit. I walk over and say softly, "Let me be your antidote, Don Caruso."