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Transmigration: The Tyrant General Can Hear My Thoughts

Camilla Hudson was the world’s most sought-after assassin, known only as "The Black Widow." After years of bloodshed, hunting down corrupt politicians, she finally collected her final paycheck, laid down her sniper and prepared for a peaceful retirement of luxury and... WebNovels. But when her favorite story is left on a brutal cliffhanger, Camilla does what any frustrated reader would do: she trashes the author in the comments. "I could do a better job than this!" The Universe took her literally. Transmigrated into the body of the pathetic, love-crazed Lady Camilla, the female lead who just attempted suicide over a divorce. To return to her world, she must give the book an ending and mark it completed. Her plan? Sign the papers, take the money, and leave or she would be stuck inside the story forever. However, she’s been granted a terrifying new perk—The Cursed Tongue. Every "bad" word she utters becomes a reality. But there’s a secret perk she doesn't know about: Lord Damon can hear every single one of her murderous, sarcastic thoughts. The General, who once overlooked his clingy wife, is now terrified, intrigued, and utterly obsessed with the "new" Camilla. As she tries to sprint toward a "Happily Ever After" (and a quick exit), the General suddenly tears up the divorce papers. "You want to leave, wife? Over my dead body." Can Camilla write her own ending when the Male Lead refuses to follow the script?
Cameron_Rose_8326 · 20.3k Views

Ruinous Love

**WARNING** This story contains scenes of extreme physical violence and psychological breakdown. Reader discretion is advised. The groom walked heavily across the veranda floor. The pungent, sharp scent of wine mingled with the cold night air. Dazed and unsteady, he flung open the carved double doors with the reckless haste of a drunkard and stumbled inside. Hàn Yuè (汉月) sat on the edge of the bed, silent and with her head bowed. Her thin, white nightdress was visible in the dark room, lit only by the candle. Her eyes were full of sadness; she knew this union was no marriage, but a blood pact between two powerful clans. The groom cast a heavy, bleary-eyed gaze over her. He slammed the door shut and leaned against it. Hàn Yuè looked up, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. A cruel sneer played on the man’s lips as he rasped: "I still find it hard to believe that… the unattainable daughter of the Lán (嵐) clan has fallen into my hands like this. Well... such was your fate; you had better get used to it. From now on, we are husband and wife, and we have got a long, exciting night ahead of us!" Without a word, Hàn Yuè rose. With a sorrowful expression, her trembling hands reached for the ties of her robe; the soft silk slipped from her shoulders and pooled onto the floor. The groom, his eyes glinting with arrogance, reached to untie his sash when, suddenly… The quiet room was suddenly broken by the loud sound of wood breaking. The broad blade of a sword pierced through the wooden door with unrestrained violence, passing straight through the groom's spine. The bloodied tip of the blade protruded from his abdomen, stopping directly in front of Hàn Yuè’s terrified eyes. Pinned to the door, the groom’s eyes bulged from their sockets as his body convulsed. A stifled, rattling sound emanated from his throat. Hàn Yuè covered her mouth with trembling hands and staggered back in horror. A moment later, the shadow behind the door pulled the sword out with a swift, ruthless motion. A fountain of blood sprayed from the groom’s mouth, splattering the floorboards. The man’s knees gave way, and he collapsed face-first onto the ground. While drops of dark blood had splashed onto Hàn Yuè's skirt, she let out a loud, and piercing scream. **ABSTRACT** Prince Hēiláng (黑狼), desperately enamoured with the noblewoman Hàn Yuè, finds his path to union thwarted by formidable political constraints. In his quest to claim her, he strikes a dangerous bargain—a choice that irrevocably alters the course of their lives and unleashes consequences far more brutal than he had ever conceived.
Pouria_Zarrinpar · 27.3k Views

The Eagle of Scipio

Beneath a sky of iron and omen, when the sea roars and the heavens answer, a bloodline rises. Rome does not see it at first. It begins as all great things do—not with certainty, but with a whisper. A sign carried in stormlight. A mark etched not in flesh alone, but in fate. From the depths and the thunder, a child is named by forces older than the Republic, older than the gods Rome dares to name. The Eagle is born. It spreads its wings not in triumph, but in burden. For every victory carved into history, a truth is buried beneath it. For every triumph sung in the Senate, a silence festers among the ranks of men who bled to make it so. And as the Eagle rises—through war, through fire, through the shaping of empire—so too does the weight of what is unseen, unspoken, and unforgiven. Generations pass, yet the storm does not. Fathers become echoes. Sons become fractures. The blood remembers what Rome would rather forget. Prophecy does not guide—it demands. And when truth begins to slip its chains—when soldiers speak what should never be spoken, when the voices of the many drown the will of the few—the pillars of order tremble. The Senate, once the keeper of Rome’s story, finds its words turning to dust in its own mouth. For truth is a sharper blade than any forged in war. The Eagle, once a symbol of dominion, becomes something else entirely—an omen of reckoning. A question carried across generations: Is destiny a crown placed upon the worthy… or a chain that binds the unwilling? In the end, Rome will not fall to its enemies. It will face something far more dangerous— The truth of what it has become.
Bear96 · 3.5k Views

They Broke My Engagement And Called Me Useless, Now I Rule the Tribe

Gu Xu was born a noble in the Cheetah Tribe, but lived a beggar on scraps. With a drunk, trash father and a ruined household, he grew up fat, clumsy, and looked down on by the entire tribe. He only wanted to fit in...but people only laughed! His fiancée Yu Yunshang couldn't even spare him a single smile. But on the night of the pre-coming of age ceremony, everything was destroyed. Poisoned and framed, he made a fool of himself in front of everyone! His engagement was publicly broken — as he was branded inauspicious and useless by the Cheetah tribe's shaman! That night, Gu Xu learned the cruelest lesson of all: If you are useless, even your family will abandon you! If you are weak, no one will stand beside you! Years later...why is that though his father can see his son before his own eyes, he is denying that it is him?! Why, when his former fiancee Yu Yunshang can see his peerless beauty wife from the Fox Tribe Mei Lin by his side, is she still begging to be accepted into the harem of Chief Gu Xu?! This is the story of Gu Xu's rise from a useless and abandoned noble boy to a powerful leader who can protect the people he loves, uncover the truth about his family, and rise to become the High Chief of the four tribes. In a world where the weak are abandoned and kindness without strength is worthless, Gu Xu will learn that the only way to survive is to become powerful enough that no one can ever ignore you again.
Ch7 · 5k Views