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(The Book's title has been changed from the original Pretty Man's Beloved Farmwife: This Madam is So Hot). Yang Chuxia found herself in a different world, inhabiting the body of a destitute farm girl who had been killed by her step-grandmother. To make matters worse, her step-grandmother even intended to sell her lifeless body. How could she endure such a fate? Hmph, whether you're a step-grandmother or an uncle, if you're a villain, I'll confront you just the same. Send one, I'll defeat one; send two, I'll conquer both. Yet, after vanquishing the wrongdoers, she gazed upon her emaciated, poorly dressed parents, siblings, and the struggling, underdeveloped village. Yang Chuxia seethed with determination, pointing to the sky and declaring, "I shall surely bring prosperity to this place, to the point where you'll fear having flowers bloom in summer when I tell you to have flowers blooming in summer, and where you are too afraid to seek women for me as suitors, when I tell you to find me men!" A certain man whispered, "Wifey, I'm already a man..."

In a fractured realm where power and perception decide everything, two royal sisters stand on opposite sides of fate—one feared as a tyrant, the other believed to be a symbol of hope. But in a world where nothing is as it seems, trust becomes fragile, and truth is easily rewritten by unseen hands. Beneath the palace’s golden silence, hidden motives begin to twist every bond into something dangerous. As the kingdom slowly falls into uncertainty, love, loyalty, and belief will be tested—because even the purest hearts can be shaped by lies.

Chen Xi looked at the soldier who had just thrown a boulder weighing several hundred pounds and silently gazed up at the sky. Is this really the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty? Lü Bu single-handedly breaking through an army of ten thousand, how does that even make sense? Zhao Zilong truly seemed possessed by the dragon's spirit, cutting a mountain in half with a single sword strike—can he really be human? Dian Wei, single-handedly protecting Cao Cao and killing thousands of infantry and cavalry as they broke out of the enemy camp—this combat power is off the charts! Something seems off here. Chen Xi casually grabbed a goose feather fan, waved it, and as a strong wind rose, he sighed deeply. ____________________ You can read advance chapters of this novel and other novels in my patreon patreon.com/NO_NAME1412

10/07/2018 (This is an original story that came from my wild imagination.) I will be posting this story at Royalroad. I am Riku Minaru, 50 years old and died with a tumor, I had died with no regret, hoping for a peaceful rest. But before my life fades away I heard a voice. [System initiating a connection to the host, processing complete] HUH?! WAIT! WHAT? SYSTEM? WTF! ( Author: This story is full of nonsense so if you want to read then read in your own risk, and I might add up that English is not my first language so please if there's an error don't hate me.) ;p

Gyeongseong, 1934. Seo Min-Jae works as a Korean interpreter under the Japanese administration, a position that keeps him alive and despised in equal measure. Kim So-Eun is a seamstress with quiet hands, dangerous loyalties, and a heart already pledged to Joseon’s resistance. She should have stayed far away from a man like him. He should have never stepped into her boutique. But in a city built on surveillance, coded messages, and betrayal, love becomes its own kind of treason. As So-Eun pulls Min-Jae into the orbit of the resistance, he discovers that the woman he cannot stop loving may also be using him for the war she has already chosen over her own life. And when history takes her from him, time itself refuses to let go. If There Is Still Time Left is a historical romance of occupation, sacrifice, and impossible devotion, about a man who would cross lifetimes to save the woman he was too late to love out loud.

Ronx gets taken out of his normal life and is forced to join the dangerous organization called "Undead Crow", Which is an organization that eliminates criminals with powerful abilities. The story is taken place in the Victorian era but still has modern stuff like guns or coffee shops.

In a world where magic is everything and the world survive on it, two girls born without magic. Their life were neither normal nor simple but bound with burdens and regrets. They were orphan and one day change everything. Will they will survive in this world or they will make the world to bow them? It's a tale of mistry, sacrifice, love, bond, and an unseen things that how a single incident changes/impact our future, our will and our way to think and see the world. I don't want you to read this if you don't want or don't like, because we are the owner of ourselves and no one could force us for anything. Thanks for coming.

- A Thousand Years of Brass and Blood is the sequel to When Rome Stood Firm. - The Eternal City no longer rests on seven hills. It rests on steam pipes, iron rails, and secrets buried five centuries deep. The year is 1000 AD. The New Roman Empire stands at the zenith of human civilization. Navis Aeria airships rule the skies. The Via Ferrea connects continents in days. The Fila Aetheria carries the pulse of commerce and command to every corner of an empire stretching from Britannia to the borders of Serica. Five great pillars hold this machine in balance: the Emperor, the forty-two provincial houses, the Senate, the Church, and the Collegium Aethericum whose mastery of Aether technology has made every wonder of this age possible. But the most magnificent machines are the ones that hide how badly they are breaking. An emergency aetherogramma arrives through the Fila Aetheria's most classified channel: Iberia has erupted in open rebellion. To the Senate it is another fire to extinguish with legions and logistics. But Emperor Aurelius II knows something the Senate does not. Something he will not explain even to his own son. Something that makes this rebellion different from every uprising that has come before. The Emperor departs for the frontier. All Fila Aetheria access to Iberia is severed. All Via Ferrea connections cut. Rome is left in silence. And silence, in a city this vast, is never merely quiet. It is pressure building behind a sealed door. Aurelius II leaves Rome in the hands of Romulus III: Caesar, twenty-one years old, heir to five centuries of glory, now trusted with a throne he was never meant to occupy this soon. Under the guidance of Aelius Tacitus, Imperial Historian of seventy years and keeper of everything the empire has preferred not to display, Romulus must hold the capital together while the wolves of the Senate sharpen their questions and seven hundred unanswered aetherogrammata pile up in the palace signal room. Because the rebellion in Iberia is not asking for land or lower taxes. It is asking a question so fundamental that the empire has not been forced to answer it in five hundred years. A question about blood. About legitimacy. About whether the throne at the center of the world is sitting on the foundation everyone believes it is. The Five Pillars are beginning to fracture. Secrets buried deep enough to have been almost forgotten are running out of patience. And Aelius Tacitus, who has spent forty years writing the history of the empire's founding, knows that the past is never simply the past. It is a map. And maps, in the right hands, are weapons. Civil war is coming. One empire. One rebellion. One truth that will unmake everything. A Thousand Years of Brass and Blood is the sequel to When Rome Stood Firm.

At the heart of the continent of Aethelia, squeezed under the relentless pressure of the eastern and western empires and standing on the brink of collapse due to an empty treasury, the historic Kingdom of Kayşahr is besieged by military threats and internal corruption. The story follows the struggle of Crown Prince Kaahn Yauzan, who is forced to shoulder the governance and destiny of his country upon his father's failing health, alongside his greatest supporter, Akça, in this buffer zone that appears to be an unyielding fortress from the outside. Combining the mechanical knowledge from his past life and a rational state intellect with the power of a secretly established logistics trade network, Kaahn launches a massive modernization campaign to transform his country into a contemporary civilization. At the same time, he strives to keep the kingdom afloat with strategic genius against the inevitable political and military collapses looming along the borders.

(WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!!!) "You're going to be the death of me Aurelia." He muttered to her. "Valerian pls...am tired. You need to calm yourself." For heavens sake, he just made her have three orgasms while sore from the previous night. And he's seriously not trying to make her have the fourth one...is he? Breathing hardly now, his eyes locked on her lips. "You know that this one is your fault." "My fault?" She asked in shock. "What did I even do?" "You seduced me." He said and Aurelia was stunned speechless. With an erotic deep sound, valerian quickly descended his head as his mouth devoured hers with renewed vigour and primal hunger. It was as if he were so starved for her taste and was ravenous for her again. ****** In a land divided by elements and ruled by powerful lords blessed by ancient gods- Ignarion- god of fire. Vireon -god of storms. Caelion- god of wind. Neryth-goddess of ice and water. And Thalor- god of earth. Every alliance forged and every oath sworn carries the weight of divine power... and ancient prophecy. For centuries, each lord has coveted more power, more dominion, and more control. One spark is all it takes to ignite war. Born of fire, Aurelia Flameborne was once the pride and beloved daughter of Ashmere. A beautiful warrior princess, destined for greatness and betrothed to Neris Winterbourne, the cold and noble Lord of Winter. All of that shatters the day the witch Ishara curses her. After the devastating War of Ashmere, Her face becomes scarred, her magic fractures, and her family locks her away in the tallest tower, too ashamed to let the world see what she has become. Even her fiancé, the Lord of Winter, abandons her for another. But destiny refuses to let her fade. When whispers from the North threaten to end her engagement, Aurelia's heart shatters. But before her world crumbles completely, a storm rises. Valerian Stormborne, the ambitious and enigmatic Lord of Thunder, steps forward to claim her. Now bound to a tempest, Aurelia finds herself caught in a whirlwind of betrayal, political games, and the unexpected warmth of love from her tempestuous husband… and her husband's son who calls her mother. But beneath the surface of mortal schemes, the gods begin to stir. Buried deep in the ashes of Caelmont lies an ancient prophecy: A child blessed by all five gods, born of powers that should never mix, will either unite the fractured realms… or bring about their ruin. Now, every Lord wants that child. Every kingdom seeks to control fate. But the gods? They have plans of their own. Now Aurelia stands at the center of obsession and war. The Lord of Winter who rejected her wants her back. The Lord of Wind hides desire behind a cunning smile. Her sister, plots from the shadows. And Valerian, the man who swore she'd "never be a wife," to him begins to burn for her with a passion he cannot control. Caught between storms, gods, and a love that could destroy kingdoms, Aurelia must rise—or the realms will fall.

--- She lived for everyone else. She died for no one. Vivienne spent her entire life pouring herself empty — working herself to the bone so her ungrateful siblings, Rosalind and Caspian, could live in comfort they never earned. No rest. No dreams. No one to call her own. Then, at twenty-six, her body simply… gave out. She expected nothing after death. No heaven, no second chances — just silence. But a god named Valdris has other plans. Reborn as the daughter of a powerful noble house in a glittering medieval empire, Vivienne wakes up in a gilded cradle with chubby baby hands, a doting nanny named Cecile, and absolutely zero patience for starting over. This time, she has made herself one promise: this life belongs to her. No sacrificing. No giving until there is nothing left. No falling for anyone who doesn't deserve it. The only problem? Alaric — the coldest, most untouchable duke in the entire empire — seems to have not received that particular memo. He doesn't smile. He doesn't bend. He has never, in all his years, looked twice at anyone. Until her. It wasn't supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to notice her. And she was absolutely, certainly, definitely not supposed to feel anything about it. But fate, as it turns out, has never once cared about her plans. --- Tags: #Transmigration #Reincarnation #MedievalFantasy #SlowBurn #ColdMaleLead #AngstyRomance #HappyEnding #NobleHeroine #SecondChanceAtLife

Before you stands Mr. Jorg von Roman: the architect of a new era for the German Wehrmacht, the mastermind behind Middle Eastern oil development, the venomous viper at the negotiating table, the leader of the En Marche! party, the scalpel that severed colonial empires, and the man destined to shape a thousand-year empire!

Hwayeong’s Hilarious Struggle to Flunk Out of the Crown Princess Selection! Hwayeong’s peaceful life is turned upside down when her younger sister, inspired by rumors about the Crown Prince’s less-than-stellar appearance, submits her name for the Crown Princess selection without her consent. For Hwayeong, who loathes the very idea of stifling palace life, it’s a nightmare come to life. So, she comes up with a cunning plan: To delay her arrival at the imperial palace no matter what! However, her carefully laid plans are thrown into chaos when, out of nowhere, a galloping horse nearly tramples her. Furious at the reckless rider, she takes off after him through the bustling streets, her anger fueling every step. It’s only when she skids to a stop, heart pounding, that she looks up and realizes she’s standing before the towering gates of the very place she swore she would never go. “I won’t let this slide. Just you wait!” Confronting the rider later that evening, Hwayeong demands an apology, but instead of showing remorse, he arrogantly dismisses her complaint. Enraged, she impulsively hurls her shoe at his back in an act of defiance. Days later... Her frustration turns to horror when she learns the man’s true identity—he’s none other than the Crown Prince himself, the very focus of the competition she’s been dragged into. Though initially panicked, Hwayeong refuses to give up. Her new goal? Become such a nuisance to the Crown Prince that he’ll have no choice but to kick her out and send her back home! Unfortunately, the Crown Prince has no intention of playing along with her schemes... “You’ll rot here for six full months—completely, thoroughly, and absolutely!” Now caught in a battle of wills, Hwayeong must decide: Can she outsmart the Crown Prince and escape the confines of the palace, or will her rebellion only tighten the chains around her? #Romance #Comedy #Romanticcomedy #History #Loyalty #Prince #Unrulyheroine Text copyright ⓒ 2024 by JeongHyun All right reserved. The Korean edition was originally written by 정현, Korea Translated and Published by We’ve Lab.

"Austriae Est Imperare Orbi Universo" "It is Austria's destiny to rule the whole world." I have become the emperor, and i will not rest on my laurels. The future belongs to Austria! TL : From Austria to the British Empire 从奥地利到日不落帝国

Beloved Only When Broken Sold for power. Silenced by fate. Loved only when shattered. Shen Yunxi enters the imperial palace not as a noble consort, but as a sacrifice—offered by his own father in exchange for wealth and influence. Mute and burdened by a past filled with cruelty, he becomes an easy target within the palace walls, where beauty invites jealousy and silence invites scorn. Among venomous concubines, a manipulative empress, and a court that thrives on whispers and schemes, Shen Yunxi endures humiliation and quiet suffering. His voice may be gone, but his pain speaks louder than words—hidden behind lowered eyes and trembling hands. At the center of it all stands Emperor Xiao Zhenyu—cold, distant, and unmoved. To him, Shen Yunxi is nothing more than another political addition to the palace… someone easily overlooked. Until he isn’t. As danger creeps closer and shadows begin to threaten the fragile balance of the empire, the emperor is forced to notice the silent concubine who never once begged for attention—only endured. And in that quiet endurance, something begins to change. Slowly, painfully, Xiao Zhenyu learns what it means to see. To regret. To love. But love, in a place built on power and fear, does not come without a price. Because sometimes— The most tragic truth is this: You are only cherished when you are already broken.

The Russian Empire will collapse. War will consume Europe. Ukraine will rise… only to fall into chaos. In 1900, Pavlo Skoropadskyi wakes up with knowledge of the future. He knows how it ends. A puppet Hetman. A broken country. A lost chance. This time, he refuses. Decades before the storm, he begins to prepare — building industry in the south, forging alliances among nobles, and shaping a power base strong enough to survive the coming collapse. But history does not change quietly. Empires will fall. Wars will come. And the more he tries to rewrite the future… the more dangerous it becomes.

Ananya never expected death to bring her into another life. One moment, she was running her parents’ restaurant in the modern world. The next, she opened her eyes in silk robes, surrounded by hostile stares — the Queen Consort of the empire. But this body was cursed in everyone’s eyes. The Emperor loathed her. The mistress laughed at her. And the court whispered behind her back. Only she wasn’t truly alone. > “Finally, someone can see us!” “What kind of Queen Consort are you, so calm even with ghosts in your chamber?” “Shut up, Wei Rong, let her breathe. She looks like she’s about to faint.” Three ghosts — a stoic scholar, a brash general, and a mischievous noble girl — lingered at her side. They were invisible to all but her. And with them, she learned to survive the poisonous palace. When rumors spread that she was cursed, Ananya stood before the empire’s court. Instead of tears, she offered proof. Instead of fear, she offered dignity. > “If Heaven believes I am cursed, let the fire and smoke betray me. I will not hide.” And Heaven sided with her. Outside the palace, crises struck — starving soldiers, missing supplies, merchants growing fat from stolen grain. Inside, Lady Zhen, the Emperor’s favored mistress, grew bolder by the day, flaunting her beauty and mocking Ananya’s quiet grace. > “Sister, do you still dream of winning His Majesty’s heart? Look at you — plain, dull, unworthy.” “If simplicity is a crime, then let it be mine,” Ananya answered, unshaken. The Emperor indulged Lady Zhen openly… but in the silence of night, he tasted Ananya’s food, lingered at her table, and found himself unsettled by her calm. > “This is not palace fare,” he muttered. “It is lighter,” Ananya replied softly. “Easier to sleep after.” Step by step, conspiracy thickened. At a grand banquet, a poisoned cup was placed in Ananya’s hand. But a ghost’s laugh echoed in her ear — and the cup was swapped. A dancer collapsed instead. From that night on, the Emperor’s gaze changed. He began to notice the woman who never begged for favor, never fought for attention, yet always endured. Still, war brewed at the borders. Betrayals reached even the throne. Assassins crept through the palace halls. And the one person who seemed weakest became the calm at the center of the storm. Through whispered secrets, mischievous hauntings, and quiet resilience, Ananya carved her place in the empire. She would not simply survive. She would rise. And the Emperor who once despised her would one day whisper only her name.

Bad news: You’ve just been conscripted by the Emperor. Good news: You’re now in charge of recruiting the Cursed High Lords, and your chess pieces can be brought to life. You can even possess and personally command them. Bad news: You only have 500 points, and can summon nothing beyond basic units. Good news: By leveling up, you can earn more points, gain greater authority, and eventually claim your own colony as a newly appointed Planetary Governor. Bad news: A Necron tomb lies right beneath your seat of power. Good news: Even more Cursed High Lords are waiting for your call to arms. So gather your allies, prepare for the unexpected, and plunge into a chaotic yet thrilling Warhammer 40,000 adventure where every move could change the fate of your world. -------------------------------- 70 advanced chapters are now available on Patreon!