

After the war of the gods, Thrud takes on the heavy duty of ruling the Aesir. She resurrects Alviss — once turned to stone for offending Zeus — and elevates him into a god of her own clan. Grateful for everything Thrud has sacrificed, Alviss swears he will cherish her. When Thrud returns to the realm wounded, she finds Alviss being intimate with an envoy named Levia — and Levia is wearing her crown and her sacred marriage band. Alviss claims that Levia cared for him during the years he was stone, and that he has already elevated her to the rank of divine envoy. When Levia deliberately drops the band, Thrud finally reaches her breaking point and strikes her, stripping Levia of her title on the spot and banishing her from the realm of the Aesir.

After being reborn, I decided to write my sister's name on the marriage application. This time, I would help Sebastian Holt achieve his wishes. In this lifetime, I took the lead—I let my sister wear the wedding dress first and put the engagement ring on her finger. I personally orchestrated every encounter between Sebastian and my sister. When he took her to the capital city, I headed to Southport University without a second thought. In my previous life, even when I was over 50 years old, he and our son still knelt before me, begging for a divorce. This time, I would fulfill his final romantic destiny with my sister. Living this second life, all I wanted was to spread my wings and soar high, free from love's entanglements.

From the moment he awakens to facing the grueling recruitment exam of the Exalted Legion, Kieran Lomir transforms from a belittled underdog into a formidable, independent force. Through relentless trials and challenges, he grows stronger with each step, gradually rising to claim his place as a true powerhouse.

Claire Graves transmigrates into the cultivation world and finally has a family, except her birth mother wounds her deeply and conspires with her vicious elder sister to steal her phoenix bone. Her young daughter Jessi raises her tiny hammer with one declaration: anyone who makes her mother cry is getting cooked. Mother and daughter handle their enemies with remarkable efficiency.What Claire never anticipates is her amnesiac servant. She contracts him carelessly, barely paying attention. He turns out to be Lucas Blackwell, one of the most feared immortal sovereigns in existence, bound to a cultivation path that forbids attachment of any kind. He recovers his memory and promptly becomes hopelessly devoted to Claire, pestering her daily for a formal commitment. The entire cultivation world watches their most terrifying sovereign dissolve into a lovesick fool in real time. Nobody is taking it well.

When Sophie Reed empties her every resource into a spirit summoning ritual, the universe sends her Leo Hayes, a cheerful young man in catastrophically loud floral shorts. The crowd loses it. Lowest-grade Contract Spirit in history, they say. What nobody knows is that Leo carries the Menace System, a power that feeds on breaking rules, shattering expectations, and generally refusing to behave. The more absurd, the more impossible, the more wrong he is by every known standard, the stronger he becomes. He slaps the original summoner clean out of the picture, casually evolves into the Divine-grade Contract Spirit World Heartthrob, and grins at a world full of rules he was apparently born to demolish.

Silas Thorne has seen enough lives destroyed by gambling to dedicate his entire existence to ending it. He beats Lady Sparrow, the Titan, the Ace one by one, talks them all into walking away, and disappears with them into quiet retirement as a foot massage therapist. It holds, until it doesn’t. His sister-in-law is drowning in gambling debt, and the underground world he walked away from is the only place that can save her. He goes back in disguise, looking every bit the scruffy laborer, and proceeds to dismantle the underground gambling scene from the inside out. The legend they forgot to fear just walked back through the door.

For years, Rosalee Shane had been working hard to look after her husband, Harold Luke, and his family. One day, she got into a car accident, trying to save Harold and her son Simon. When she woke up, she realized she was in a system where all the women's mind was controlled. And now, she had a chance to get a reward. After discovering her husband and her son were both ingrates, she decided to completely change her life.

Mocked by the entire academy and imperial nobility as a lowborn mudblood bastard, he claws his way into the sacred Trials to change his fate. But when his hidden power begins to shine, his noble half-brother and father try to execute him in public to bury the truth. At death's door, the pendant sealing his divine power cracks under the strain, summoning Zeus's furious Divine Envoy to descend and judge the empire. In an instant, every arrogant noble falls to their knees, begging for mercy.

“Darcy is feeling dizzy tonight. Let's suppress our bond, Emma. We can have our marking ceremony some other day.” Those were the exact words he spat when I called him on the day that was supposed to be our marking ceremony. It was the seventh time he asked me to suppress the sacred bond between us for his childhood sweetheart. The first time he suppressed it was because Darcy’s pack was under attack and he wanted to be by her side. “Darcy is fighting for her survival and you want me to be pulled by our fated bond? Don't make me believe you are this selfish., Emma.” The third time he suppressed it he said, “Darcy is having a fever. I can't leave her alone.” By the sixth time, he didn't bother explaining why he had the witch suppress our bond in the most brutal way possible because he was in a hurry to go meet Darcy. Since we were fated mates, every time he wanted to be intimate with her, he would have a witch suppress the bond between us. As an Alpha, this suppression barely affects him but as an Omega, it would leave me in a terrible pain that I could not get up from my bed for weeks. Though devastated seeing me in such pain, he would offer me only a few lines of apologies and a bundle of promises to make it up to me in future. That's it. So, when the seventh time, he refused to mark me and came home to suppress our bond to be with Darcy, I had already packed my clothes. It will be the last time he suppresses our bond because the next time, there will be no bond between us to suppress.

The night before high school graduation, Ethan Luciano pulled me into his bedroom. His hands were rough, his touch demanding, yet my heart overflowed with a decade's worth of unspoken longing. I'd loved Ethan for ten years, and finally, it seemed my silent wishes had come true. Afterwards, as we lay tangled in his sheets, he whispered that he'd marry me after graduation. Once he took over the Luciano family's empire from his father, he'd make me the most cherished woman in the family. I believed him. The next morning, I sat curled up against his bare chest as he casually told my foster brother, Lucas, about us. My cheeks were flushed, and my heart raced, still clinging to the sweetness of the night before. However, then their conversation shifted into Italian. Lucas smirked, leaning back against the doorframe. "Not bad, Young Boss. Your first time, and the school's 'it girl' just threw herself at you. So, how's my little sister taste?" Ethan gave a lazy chuckle. "Looks like an angel, but a freak in the sheets. Who would’ve thought?" The room erupted in low, conspiratorial laughter. Lucas raised a brow. "So, should I call her my little sister or my future sister-in-law?" Ethan’s tone darkened, his arm tightening around my waist for a moment. Then he let out a sigh. "She’s nothing. Just practice," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I’m trying to hook up with the cheer captain, Sylvia Dawson, but I don’t want her thinking I’m clueless in bed. Cynthia Saville’s just a warm-up." He paused. "But don’t tell Sylvia. I don’t need her getting all emotional." They didn't know that I’d spent months secretly learning Italian, preparing for the life I thought I’d share with Ethan. I didn't say a word. Later that day, I quietly withdrew my early decision application to Caltech and applied to MIT instead.