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When Han Jing, a hitwoman with special abilities, transmigrated into the nasty and arrogant Lady Han, she used her privilege to be domineering to the max!! Her fiancé despised her and provoked her repeatedly so she broke off the engagement! She then got married to her fiancé’s uncle while pregnant so she could mock her fiancé and make him call her 'aunt'! Since she died in her lifetime because she fell into someone’s trap, she would allow no one to change her destiny anymore, not even god! She would destroy anyone who attempted to tear her down! She would put everyone under her heel and live according to her wishes! However, can anyone please tell her whose baby is in her belly?!

He said: We can divorce. She said: No, I want to be your father's daughter-in-law! When all the dust settled, she finally managed to protect her entire family amidst the upheaval of changing dynasties. Princess Qin: Your Highness, can we divorce now? King Qin: Don't even think about it~! PS: Set in an alternate history of the Tang Dynasty~ [The talented and skilled fallen noble Miss VS the domineering King Qin who dotes on his daughter-in-law on his father's orders]

Shangguan Linlang was born into a military family and acquired formidable martial arts skills at a young age. She had a rather fiery personality, and her illustrious military achievements made the Royal Family quite wary of her. In the end, she was sealed away by her deeply beloved fiancé—the Monarch of Yulong Country, Han Ziye—using a forbidden sealing magic. Having just been enthroned as Empress for less than a day, Shangguan Linlang fell into a deep slumber. She thought she would never see the light of day again, but, by a stroke of fate, she was discovered and released by a modern archaeologist, Shangguan Zifeng. The Empress decided to avenge her former disgrace. She went to great lengths to return to ancient times to settle scores with the traitor, Han Ziye. Before the Empress could find him, she herself attracted the attention of the Lord of Demon City—the CEO rumored to have a hand in both the lawful and the underworld, Xuanyuan Wuji. "Who are you people to act so presumptuously before me?" Xuanyuan Wuji's casual scrutiny infuriated Shangguan Linlang, and in a fit of anger, she assumed the posture of the Empress once again. "I am Xuanyuan Wuji. I hope to receive your guidance in the future," Xuanyuan Wuji said, a faint smile on his lips.

The legitimate daughter of the Imperial Physician's family was heartlessly cast out by her own father, witnessing her mother die in childbirth. She was once a forensic genius reborn, with a space in tow to assist her efforts by fiftyfold. He was known to everyone as the waste Prince, raised outside the palace with a body full of deadly toxins and devoid of favor, his mother, the concubine, confined to the depths of the palace due to the treachery of others. However, nobody knew that he was the Ghost Emperor, a figure so domineering and merciless in the Itinerant world that everyone feared him. When the Medical Maiden met the poisoned Prince, the moment he purged the toxins from his body would also be the day he claimed supremacy over the Qingluan Continent. Who shall reign supreme in healing under the heavens?【Follow my new book "The Good-for-Nothing Dan God: The Crown Prince's Fiercely Doted On Wild Consort" for a heated continuation, and please continue to support Lou Lou's works!】 PS: For book friends group【118481553】, Sina Weibo: Lou Xingyin.

"Qin Xiaoruo, who 'sacrificed herself to save others', thought she would finally be acknowledged for her bravery before she died. But just seconds before her last breath, she understood that the medical disturbance was nothing but a scandalous affair. Infuriated, she came back to life, only to find herself unfortunate enough to have been transported to another dynasty. Fortunately, she had gained a magical space and a cold-on-the-outside, warm-on-the-inside husband in the process." Having transmigrated into a farmer's daughter, with a kind mother-in-law and a harmonious group of sisters-in-law, and even an adorable sister-in-law, Xiao Ruo found this all too unscientific." With the intention to embrace the spirit of 'family harmony brings prosperity to everything' to the fullest, Qin Xiaoruo followed her aloof husband's footsteps, utilized the space, and led her family towards a prosperous path..."

(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 the year 1469, the Aztec Empire in Central America was at its zenith. A soul from the future transgressed time to come here, intent on saving the fate of the Indian people from destruction and establishing an empire in Central America! The Age of Exploration had just begun its prologue, with European colonizers venturing into the unknown world. Europeans were on the rise, intent on conquering the rich lands of America and colonizing the vast New World. They were poised to embark on an expansion that would take them from America, to Africa, to India, to the Far East, and control the world for the next five hundred years! But now, an immortal spirit sought to change all of that. He would unite Central America under one rule, inherit the two-thousand-year legacy of American civilization, and resist the invasion of Western colonizers. He would spend centuries leading Aztec civilization onto the path of destiny to conquer America! Without the land and wealth of America, what would become of the Westerners? And in which direction would the world turn?

Most people are born ordinary, but there are always some who, despite being born ordinary, aspire to greatness. From an exploited undocumented worker to the godfather of the dark; From those who obey the rules at the bottom of society, to the emperor behind the scenes who makes the rules; The country belongs to the federation when the sun shines, but it belongs to me when the night falls! "Sometimes, shadows can not only be as vast as light but can even cover it!" "We never extort anyone, every penny we make can pass through our conscience." If someone knocks on your door at night, they either bring my regards or brings the destruction for your arrogance. As for what you will get, it depends on how you choose, my friend!

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital's royal square, took in someone else's cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era's brilliance... "Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?" Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.

Destiny splits before me into two unrelated, straight lines: one leading to a palace and city ablaze, the Kingdom overthrown, the Earth bearing suffering, and Life enduring torment in this Fire. And the other leading to the pinnacle of Ancient Kings, where deities in the clouds personally crown me. I don the laurel wreath, basking in the cheers of the mountain. My gaze pierces through the mists of history, my Knights conquer lands for me, my Sword cleaves through obstacles, leading my people to victory. I take up this Scepter, holding the Authority of the World in my hands. I overlook the multitude, altering the course of history. I am Brand, King of Vorn, and this is my Legendary tale. ......................... Plain version synopsis: This is a story about a Senior Warrior with memories of rebirth, crossing back into the World he once fought for to alter the strands of history and make a mark in the sands of time.

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.” Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?” The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?” Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!” “Oh!!!!” The audience erupted into thunderous applause. “Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately. The applause grew even more fervent... (The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)

What if the world was never as ordinary as it seemed? What if magic didn’t vanish but simply slipped into the margins of history, waiting for a single choice to awaken it? On one quiet, fateful night, Cody Rivera was meant to duel Dwayne Newhiskey. But what if that moment never happened? What if the mirror held up to our world showed something else entirely, something unfamiliar, brilliant… or dangerously dark? This is a story of that reflection. A world reshaped by familiar names, altered paths, and dreams long forgotten.

(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.

I died the same way I lived, quietly, tired, and carrying burdens that were never mine to begin with. All my life, I acted as if each day might be my last. There was no room for dreams, no space for softness. While others believed in happy endings and comforting illusions, I was busy surviving. I used to resent romance novels, their sheltered heroines sighing over trivial inconveniences while standing at the center of a life anyone else would fight for. And then I woke up inside one. Silk sheets, a chandelier above me,a reflection that did not belong to me. I was not myself anymore. I had been reborn into the very novel I once skimmed through on sleepless nights, inside the body of a nobody. The heroine, she has everything. And yet, she treats it like nothing. She turns away from what others treasure. She hesitates where she should be certain. She sighs where she should be grateful. I spent an entire lifetime wishing for a fraction of what she wastes without a second thought. So I made a decision. If she cannot carry this role properly, then I will. I will step where she refuses to stand. I will reach where she withdraws. I will claim what she keeps letting slip through her fingers. I will not apologize for wanting more. I have already lived one life with empty hands. This time, I refuse to fade quietly into the background of someone else’s story. If destiny insists I am only a substitute, then I will become irreplaceable. After all, I was never meant to be the heroine. But this time, I intend to be the only one left standing.

When a veteran Wall Street strategist is inexplicably cast back to 1985 Tokyo, she finds her new family on the brink of financial collapse. Rather than despair, Saionji Satsuki views the era’s economic volatility as a playground for her advanced financial literacy. With the Plaza Accord looming and the Japanese yen poised for a historic transformation, she begins a ruthless climb, turning a desperate situation into a masterclass in wealth accumulation. Satsuki doesn’t just ride the wave of Japan’s bubble economy; she orchestrates its fallout to her advantage. By pivoting from currency speculation to a massive industrial empire, she secures a stranglehold on the nation's future infrastructure, from cutting-edge tech to vital pharmaceuticals. While the rest of the country eventually succumbs to the "Lost Decade," the Saionji Group emerges as an eternal titan, its shadow stretching over every corner of Japanese society. RAW 重生东京：从华族千金到世界财阀

“I would rather go to war than marry him.” Prince Aurelian never expected his fate to be sealed with a single decision—a political marriage to his enemy, Prince Draven of Nightbane. Cold. Unreadable. Infuriating. Everything Aurelian despises. Forced to share a room, a future, and a name, their rivalry only burns hotter. But behind Draven’s silence lies something dangerous, and behind Aurelian’s defiance hides a heart that may not be as guarded as he thinks. As jealousy rises, tensions snap, and secrets unfold, one truth becomes impossible to ignore— The villain may have fallen first… but the prince might fall harder.

PS: THIS IS NOT A SYSTEM BOOK 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?

Alternative Title: Villain's Saviour, Game Over Again Lin Ji’an, a modern master chef, never expected to wake up inside a dog-blood BL cultivation novel. Worse, she transmigrated into the role of the "vicious cannon fodder", the crossdressing Third Young Master destined to humiliate the future Villain and die a miserable death by his hand. Her mission? Simple. Feed the starving slave boy and the future villain, Xie Wangchen, fix his broken body, and make sure his "Blackening Value" doesn't hit 100% and destroy the world. She beats up the arrogant Heir, face-slaps the evil Stepmother, and cooks her way into the Villain’s heart, purely to survive, of course! But as they head to the Celestial Sword Sect, Lin Ji’an realises something is wrong. She thought she was raising a cute, obedient little brother. She thought she was just a "straight bro" helping him out. She thought the main plot’s protagonists would chase the original MC. So why is the Villain looking at her with eyes darker than the abyss? Why is he threatening to cripple anyone who smiles at her? And why are the original male leads suddenly lining up to taste her cooking? Lin Ji’an: "I’m just here to cook and survive! I’m straight! And I’m a girl!" Xie Wangchen, who was sharpening his sword, looked up with a smirk tugging in the corner of his lips, "Luggage? No. You are my world. And I never let go of what is mine."

In a world ruled by Seven Elements, balance comes at a cruel price: one soul must die again and again. Xanthe Aurelisse has lived many lives—but remembers none of them. Born seemingly ordinary, she is haunted by dreams of starlight, death, and a man standing in the dark, calling her name like both a promise and a curse. That man is Sailor Noctyrr Valecrest—an immortal bound to the Void, feared as the gods’ enforcer. For centuries, he has watched Xanthe reincarnate, love, and die… all to sustain a world that feeds on her sacrifice. Xanthe is the Star Soul, bearer of Aether, the origin of all elements. Her rebirth stabilizes magic. Her death renews it. And Sailor—who once defied the gods to save her—was cursed with immortality so he would remember every lifetime she forgot. When fate pulls them together once more, Xanthe’s awakening disrupts the elements themselves. Fire rages, seas rebel, and the gods grow afraid—for when Aether and Void resonate, even divinity can fall. As fragments of her past lives surface and forbidden love blooms again, Xanthe must choose: continue the cycle and save the world, or break it—and doom the elements forever. Because this time, she remembers one thing clearly: She has always loved him. And he has always waited.