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Top-tier actress Elannor Shen transmigrated into a wealthy stepmother parenting variety show novel as the control group. The female protagonist is her illegitimate older sister, Mia Shen , who is virtuous and kind, treating her stepson as her own. Elannor Shen, on the other hand, is a spoiled, vicious heiress who abuses and torments her stepson. The two participate in the same parenting variety show. Naturally, Elannor Shen becomes the female protagonist's foil, scolded as a vicious stepmother, meeting a tragic end, and finally being sent to a mental hospital. System: Do you want to save yourself? If you want to save yourself, complete the system tasks, become an all-around wealthy mistress of the house, and become more virtuous than the original female protagonist! Having finally escaped having to be a perfect goddess, who would be so foolish as to compete with the original female lead in virtuousness? Aren't hot spring spas and world travel more appealing? Divorce is even more impossible, after all, the wealthy older man is rich, generous, and doesn't like to come home! So Elannor Shen decided to slack off. Being a stepmother is not as good as being a "bear." She wants to lie down and be herself! Eh, but why are the two men in her family looking at her with increasingly passionate eyes? Even her in-laws are moved to tears, giving her mansions and yachts. PLEASE MY OTHER BOOKS: -Madly flirting with my stepbrother -Transimigrated in the 1970s married a rugged laborer

In the heart of the vast and gleaming Eirhardt Empire, where bloodlines dictate power and magic shapes destiny, a nameless child is left at the gates of an orphanage on a quiet night. Born into silence, raised in shadows, Elarion does not cry. He does not demand. He simply watches, listens, and endures. But the empire watches too. When a mysterious noble cloaked in imperial black kneels before him, everything shifts. Elarion—only two years old—is chosen. Not for his power. Not for prophecy. Just... for being seen. “In the arms of the Empire” follows the slow, intimate unfolding of a child who was never taught how to be held. Told from Elarion’s perspective as he grows from invisible orphan to the Imperial Heir, the novel traces a path not of war or prophecy, but of soft glances, untied ribbons, whispered names, and rooms that finally feel like home. It is a story of found family, silent resilience, and the aching, beautiful weight of being loved without needing to earn it.

Selena a modest classroom teacher finds her self in an uncanning situation when her mother falls sick with a chronic illness which requires an ungodly amount for it's treatment.One that a classroom teacher cannot fathom to afford. Desperate,she gambles her faith on a one night stand where she finds herself in the arms of Carlos Rodriguez,a billionaire CEO who offers her the a life changing opportunity,a chance to become the billionaire's surrogate. He says it's business only but will thier contractual marriage unlock a side of him he never knew existed

Ethan Cole had never been late for anything in his life. Yet here he was, jogging down the sleek white hallway of Hart Global, tie crooked, breath uneven, rehearsing his answers for the secretary interview he had been preparing for months. The moment he saw the restroom sign, he acted on instinct, pushing the door open without a second thought. The moment he stepped inside, his stomach dropped. She was there. Olivia Hart. CEO. Legendary, untouchable, ice-cold, untamed. Her black heels clicked softly against the marble floor, her skirt clinging to curves that were impossible not to notice. Her blouse, slightly damp at the collar from the sink, revealed just a hint of delicate skin—enough to steal his breath but not so much to embarrass her. She had her back to him at first, adjusting her hair in the mirror, unaware of his intrusion. And then she turned. The air around him seemed to compress. She didn’t scream. She didn’t shout. She simply arched an eyebrow, her piercing dark eyes locking onto his. “You’re in the wrong restroom,” she said, her voice calm, cold, commanding. “I—I’m sorry,” Ethan stammered, trying to step back. “I didn’t—” “Close the door,” she interrupted, her tone leaving no room for argument. He hesitated. “I—okay.” The click of the lock echoed. Silence fell. The tension was almost tangible, thick like velvet wrapping around them. She crossed the room slowly, her gaze fixed on him as if assessing every detail, every line of his body, every pulse that betrayed his nervousness. “You’re here for the secretary position,” she said, voice smooth, deliberate. “Yes,” he managed to whisper, his heart hammering. Her gaze lingered, dangerous and deliberate. “You walk into a women’s restroom before an interview. How do you fix mistakes, Mr…?” “Ethan.” “Mr. Cole,” she said slowly, her lips curving into the faintest smirk. “Do you take responsibility for your mistakes?” He didn’t answer verbally. He stepped closer. His hands rose to her waist, firm, controlled, dominant—but not forceful. He gave her a chance to stop him. She didn’t. The kiss that followed was not gentle. Not experimental. It was electric. Hungry. Precise. Her hands tangled in his hair. His hands pressed against her lower back, pulling her flush against him. Her back met the cold marble counter, heels slipping slightly as he lifted her effortlessly. “I don’t mix business with pleasure,” she whispered, breathless. “You already did,” he murmured, brushing his lips against hers again. And then it was over. She stepped back, perfectly composed, slipping her blouse back into place as if nothing had happened. Her eyes, sharp as knives, fixed him with that trademark CEO glare. “You’re not getting the job,” she said, voice ice-cold. “No?” “Leave,” she instructed, turning on her heel and walking past him. Ethan stood there, adjusting his tie, heart racing—not with regret—but with longing. Unbeknownst to him, the woman he had just shared something reckless, intimate, and unforgettable with was Olivia Hart. CEO. Power. Ice. And soon… his fate.

After an unexpected awakening, Naomi Kenway discovered she was the villainous supporting female character in a book. She took her son to participate in a parent-child variety show, only to become the heroine's complete foil. The heroine, a hardworking and kind stepmother in a wealthy family, became an internet sensation with her close partnership with her stepson. Meanwhile, Naomi Kenway was lazy and selfish. Not only did she neglect her child, leaving him unkempt, but she was also doxxed by the entire internet for casually hitting and scolding him, earning the title of "the most malicious mother in history." After the variety show ended, Naomi Kenway was forced to divorce her wealthy husband and ended up living under a bridge. Her own son, due to childhood trauma, developed depression and committed suicide by jumping off a building in the prime of his life at eighteen. To prevent this tragedy from happening, she decided to strive desperately to be a good mother. During the recording of "My Super Mom": In a cooking competition, while everyone praised the heroine's delicious braised pork, Naomi Kenway glanced at it and calmly said, "Excessive fat intake is not good for a child's digestion." She then handed her son a nutritious meal, perfect in color, aroma, and taste, that she had practiced making for days. In a boating competition, the heroine took beautiful selfies with her stepson and posted them on Weibo. Naomi Kenway, because her son mentioned wanting to eat seafood, spent the entire afternoon diving into the sea to catch some. ... Some netizens questioned that Naomi Kenway was putting on too much of a show, using her son as a pitiable tool to build up her persona. But they were soon countered by the "pitiable tool" himself: "My mom is the best mom in the world!" Only then did the netizens realize that the introverted and sensitive little boy had gradually become cheerful and lively. Regarding Naomi Kenway's transformation, the other guests complained endlessly. They had originally come to enjoy life, but now they had to wake up at five every morning to cook for their children, or else they would be unfavorably compared to her by netizens. In response, the guests all shouted at Naomi Kenway: "Please stop being so competitive!"

Kiara Kingsley had learned how to disappear. Exile taught her that—how to keep her head down, bury claws beneath skin, how to pass as human, how to raise a child in a world that would never understand what he truly was. For years, she believed she had succeeded. The past stayed silent. The pack stayed away. And her little Mat grew, blissfully unaware of the blood humming in his veins. Until the night he vanished. The hamlet spiraled into panic - questions,sirens,fear. But Kiara felt none of it. The air carried their scent.She knew exactly who had taken her little Mat. And she knew what it would cost to get him back. Returning meant facing Caspian Silverheart—her Alpha mate, the one man she never learned how to hate. The same man who had stood frozen and shattered as his father pronounced her banishment, sealing her fate before their entire pack. Kiara never blamed Caspian. Some sins were too heavy to share, and she had carried hers alone. To bring Mat back, Kiara knew she must return beyond the veil and face the one truth she had spent years avoiding. Some betrayals were written into fate long before love ever had a choice. Crossing the veil, Kiara expected judgment, hatred, and the ghosts of everything she had destroyed. What she did not expect was a world she no longer recognized. The pack she left behind had been reshaped. Power had shifted. Familiar laws felt dangerously flexible. And the silence surrounding her little boy’s disappearance was far too deliberate to be accidental. As old bonds resurfaced and buried truths began to stir, Kiara realized her exile may never have been about punishment. It may have been about erasure. And the laws governing blood, lineage, and power now circled dangerously close to Mat as well. Because Mat was not just her little boy. He was a convergence…of bloodlines, of broken oaths, of a future the pack was never meant to unlock. Now that she had returned, the lies holding their worlds together were beginning to fracture.

Excerpt Aristia could not help but stare at the platinum blonde a few steps in front of her. She seemed to sparkle with a glow that drew people in around her. Something that only happened to the main character of a novel. [Is that stupid book sure I'm the female lead?] She thought, her jaws almost going slack. At this point, she was sure she was deluding herself— or the book was deluding her. She didn't know why, but she already disliked the girl. [This is definitely not jealousy.] She rubbed her brows, watching how the innocent, naive looking girl exuding female lead aura was being flocked around already by others despite her low status. "F*ck, I'm really in deep shit!" — Aristia Andrews had just returned home from work and prepared to go to sleep, when she was given a novel. Nothing strange about that though, huh? But just after she had completed the novel, she woke up to find herself tossed into a whole new world. Taken from her world and the life she deemed perfect, and tossed into a not-so-ideal world. She becomes Aristia Amberale, the beloved five year old daughter of the only Grand Duke and Imperial Prince of the kingdom, said to be loved by all in the kingdom. Now part of royalty, she has to get accustomed to living in a backward world of Kings and Queens, Dukes, Marquises, Earls, Viscounts and Barons. Just the titles and hierarchy were enough to make her smart head spin. With beautiful and loving parents and relatives, a hopelessly adorable younger brother who just might be a sis-con, loyal-to-the-death servants, and a smart brain, join Aristia as she enjoys eating and making delicious cuisines, forms unique friendships, and creates successful businesses. However, she finds all is not as she thought it was; there just might be something bigger than she expected that the book did not reveal— something that could turn her well balanced world upside down. First of all, she discovers that her character is actually hated and not loved. Then, she finds out she's not really the female lead. Now... she has a lot of mysteries surrounding her to unfold, secrets to uncover, and a sad fate to avoid. But... "Hey, why are you looking at me with those eyes? The female lead is over there." "You, stop following me around, will you? You're supposed to hate me!" "Stay back, all of you! What's wrong with you?!" But most importantly... why are these obviously important characters not leaving her alone? And why was the cold, unloving soon-to-be Emperor husband of that powerful Empire paying attention to her instead of the female lead? It wasn't supposed to be like this...

Aurora De Luca is the wife of a wealthy man. Then, he disappeared, leaving behind a huge debt behind. The man he owed wasn't just anyone. He was Caesar Alexandrovich Dragunov—the most dangerous man in the Underworld. No man in the mafia world hadn’t heard of his name or that his hands been stained with blood since he was young. Everything about him was full of carnage, chaos, and murder. To the world, Caesar is a monster. But Aurora knew something no one else did. Caesar… is the father of her unborn child. A one-night stand—meant to be her desperate escape—had turned into a deadly game of hide-and-seek. Because Caesar is searching for the mysterious woman he had spent the night with. And Aurora had no intention of revealing herself. Not when the truth would place both her and her child directly in the lion’s den. Can she still keep her secret when she's taken captive by him? Or will she fall prey to the temptation of the very beast hunting her? ... "Your husband's back," Caesar said as he stepped closer, trapping her against the wall. "Do you want to go back to him?" Her lips trembled. "I..." He didn't let her finish. "Too late." His hand wrapped around her waist. "You stopped being his the moment he left you and I took you away." "Now," his lips dangerously close to her own. "You're mine." ... Read this when: If you want a romance between a man who had the world under his feet give his heart to one woman, and a broken woman searching for true love and freedom.

What does it feel like to take the young prince who has traveled through a thousand years of time on a parent-child variety show? Mu Ran says: It feels great. The child doesn't need much care. And he can help me clear my name. Before the variety show aired: [I still vividly remember the scene where she yelled at my brother on set!] [Haha, the director team is impressive for inviting this ancestor. Hope her yelling won't constantly flood the live stream!] [Is she even fit to bring a child? Is she here to present a negative example?] ...... After the variety show aired: [Director Mu, you are my god!] [Wuwuwu, the little guy is so well-behaved and handsome, I can't tell if he's my internet son or my internet husband.] [You beasts, all coveting the little guy. I'm different, Director Mu, please marry me, I love you ahhhhh!!] ...... Mu Ran scrolls through Weibo and likes a friend's post, appreciating her courage to propose. A certain man sees this and says sourly, "Stop thinking about others. You can only be my wife, we have the red marriage certificate, legally protected." Mu Ran rolls her eyes. It's enough that the Empress sent the little angel child here. How could she also send a man over? Truly... Happy.

The cruelest thing wasn't that she had long been buried in that shipwreck, but that she was still alive. Still living well, living well and no longer remembering him, and already having a daughter with another man, and that man was even his... *** Falling in love with him at eighteen, marrying him at twenty, giving birth to his son at twenty-one, and divorcing at twenty-four, Naomi Shaw had never imagined her love and marriage would end up in such a shattered state. She had always thought she would love one person, bear his children, and then grow old with him hand in hand. Only later did she realize that dreams and reality could never be compared after all. He had his unforgettable first love, yet she loved him to death. After falling into utter despair, she was finally able to leave everything behind. *** When they met again, she was with her daughter, who had been diagnosed with mild autism, and he mocked her coldly, "Naomi Shaw, the daughter you had with some other wild man is indeed not sound!" She replied indifferently, "And you are?" *** He had always been fond of those cold, glamorous, and enchanting women, and had little interest in a sweet and innocent girl like her. He never thought that one day, after the hurt he had inflicted and the hardships of life she had endured, she would finally become the woman he desired, only to no longer belong to him. ***

Lin Wanwan slips a jade bracelet onto her wrist—and steps between two worlds. Side A: neon lights, 5G, instant ramen, MRI machines—an age of abundance where food is fast and friendships sometimes slow. Side B: Tang-dynasty sunshine, cracked earth, locust clouds, emperors who ask villagers to skip meals so soldiers can march. A “golden age” that growls with hunger. Lin has no grand plan—only a wish: let the little bean who waits for her at the gate eat his fill, let the gray-haired elders who calls her “treasure” sleep without fear of famine. Lin Wanwan wants to bring small changes to the world she loves, so the family she cherishes can live a little better, then a little better still—because "I has finally found the place that calls my home."

Before rebirth, she was ruthlessly abandoned by the man she loved the most. After rebirth, she threw out a divorce paper, "I don't love you anymore, let's divorce." He is the all-powerful emperor of Stellaria, cold and heartless, with unpredictable moods. Facing the accusation from his young wife, he laughed wildly and confidently, "Who else can you love but me?" A certain woman made a domineering counterattack, picking up the little dumpling beside her, "Him, I love him the most." Melody Thorne, who had just been reborn, originally thought she could stand tall, but didn't expect to be unable to even walk, From then on, the cold-blooded president transformed into a wife-pampering maniac, afraid to break her if he held her, afraid she'd melt if he kissed her. She fought dregs, he provided the gun. She wanted stars in the sky, he immediately built a rocket to reach them. A reporter interviewed, "Mr. Quinn, how did you manage to conquer Mrs. Quinn who wanted to run away several times?" "By making babies."

Old phone in paw, Mr. Zhao corners Ye Fei: “You left this with me five years ago—still pretending we never happened?” Back then, Ye Fei got tricked into Mommy-hood, and Baby’s dad turns out to be the nation’s top heart-throb! Coward dad, scheming mom, meanie sister? → Zhao buys her the moon and watches them pout. Internet trolls? → One click → *poof* account gone. Little Ye Xiaomo tugs Zhao’s sleeve, pouting like a dumpling: “Daddy, Wang says I’m a wild kid with no dad!” Zhao pats his head: “Wang’s Wi-Fi just took a nap—forever.” Final scene: Zhao wearing an apron, waving a ladle: “So, when do I get upgraded from secret dad to official husband?” Ye Fei giggles: “Ever since I met you, life’s on easy mode!” Zhao winks: “Exactly—I’m the built-in cheat code!”

[Cute Baby • Sweet & Satisfying • Contract Signed] A missing billionaire lands—half-dead—on her couch. Five years earlier she crawled out of a fire her own blood set. Now she’s back, four-year-old sidekick in tow, to save the stranger she found on her doorstep. He looks harmless, eats her snacks, then—snap!—shreds the white-lotus neighbor, gifts hugs, kisses, and a life that suddenly runs on easy mode. Wait a minute, why are those people respectfully calling him CEO…?!

[No CP • Group Favorite • Cute Kid • Hidden Identities • Live-Show Variety • System • Ancient Martial Arts • Thrilling Fun] Gu Miaomiao was born with an ancient martial arts system but got caught in a time-space vortex that sent her back to ancient times, where she trained to become a little female warrior. At four and a half, she returned to the modern world and started her journey to find her family. When netizens learned that a top star was bringing his sister to a live parenting variety show, they all thought his image would crash and felt sorry for the kid. Scene 1: Top Star in Bed, Kid Tugs Blanket Netizens: “Game over. He’s always cranky when he wakes up. He’s gonna blow!” Kid: “Second bro, I’m hungry. Can you cook for me?” Top Star: “Coming right up.” Netizens: “This isn’t the star we know!” Scene 2: Top Star Grabs for Ingredients, Falls in Water Netizens: “This is the star’s darkest moment ever! Screenshot now!” Kid: “Don’t worry, bro! I’m coming to save you!” With a simple water-skimming move, the kid carries the star to safety, still holding the basket of ingredients. Netizens: “Screenshot! This is Miaomiao’s highlight moment! She’s the real boss!” Scene 3: Kids Collecting Ingredients in Village Netizens: “The star will definitely tell Miaomiao to grab more and show off.” In reality, the star was quietly following Miaomiao, worried she’d get bullied. Netizens: “So that’s who you really are, Star!”

"Why do you insist on marrying me?" "My son likes you, and I like you even more!" He is a noble young master who holds a high status, but he has a mischievous son whose mother is unknown. She is an ordinary and humble celebrity from the bottom tier, yet she caught the attention of this father and son duo. After marrying him, she is spoiled to the utmost and successfully fulfills her dream of becoming a renowned diva in the entertainment industry. However... After experiencing such beautiful love, what is there to be afraid of? When I love you, you are my whole world. When I don't love you, would there be such a time? PS: Tao Yaoyao VIP group 574598711~

She, the world's chief doctor of the 21st century, the legendary overlord of the medical world, was killed and her soul transmigrated… She, the useless miss of the Windcloud Empire, was ugly, silly, and obsessed! She died in her own sister and fiancé's hands… When she reopened her eyes again, she had the soul of the strong but the body of the weak… When she became her, her fate would be rewritten and a miracle would appear… This was a story of a two-faced person meeting another two-faced person. With pure hearts, they would end up together.

A dying baby. A desperate billionaire alpha. One grieving woman with milk no one else can give. When Lila Harper answers a $40,000-a-month wet-nurse ad, she expects a paycheck—not a Villa, not a tiny girl who latches like she’s starving for life, and not the guarded, powerful man watching every feed with eyes that burn. Kael Draven stopped believing in fate long ago. Mate bonds are fairy tales. But this human stranger is the only thing keeping his daughter alive—and the longer she stays, the harder it is to pretend that’s all she is. Her abusive ex is closing in. The pack wants her gone. And the moon keeps rising, whispering secrets neither of them wants to hear. In a city of glass and secrets, survival becomes something far more dangerous: A choice. Milk & Moonlight Dark. Intimate. Addictive. When the only bond left is the one no one saw coming.

"My love for you is a crime… but I’d rather burn than give you up." Aria is no ordinary vampire—she's the daughter of a powerful clan, bound by ancient rules. Falling in love with a human? That’s the ultimate betrayal. But when she meets Liam, a mortal who sees past the darkness in her, she can’t stop herself. Their love is dangerous. Forbidden. And when the ruthless Lord Marcus discovers their secret, Aria is faced with an impossible choice—betray Liam or defy her own kind. Just when they think they can escape, everything goes horribly wrong. Liam is turned into a vampire against his will, and his newfound power makes him a threat to both humans and vampires alike. With enemies closing in and trust breaking apart, Aria and Liam must fight for their love in a world that wants to tear them apart. Will they survive the darkness… or become part of it? WE ARE BACK. HAD TO HANDLE SOME THINGS.

Julia Hale is a beastwoman of unsettling beauty, an emergency room nurse in a large, unforgiving city, and the mother of young twins still too innocent to grasp the cost of silence. Behind her clinical composure and carefully ordered routine, Julia carries the scars of years of domestic violence, relentless humiliation, and a past that has never truly loosened its grip. Separated from Theo Desmond, her charismatic and predatory ex-husband, Julia struggles to build a stable life. She works. She raises her children. She manages her body, her desire, her exhaustion. On the surface, she is moving forward. In reality, she is still surviving. Her trauma does not erupt in screams but in interrupted gestures, intrusive memories, conflicted desire. She is in love with a woman—Stella Vance—a one-sided, silent love never spoken aloud. This attachment becomes a mirror, reflecting both what Julia longs for and what she still cannot claim. Under the Skin of a Beastwoman is neither a revenge story nor a tale of miraculous healing. It is a fragmented, intimate chronicle of a woman learning—slowly, imperfectly—to detach herself from a life built on fear, while trying to offer her children a future she was never given. An R18 urban narrative, visceral and deeply personal, where the body, desire, and memory become battlegrounds for survival and reclamation.