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Maisie Fleming has no recollection of her second marriage to her ex-husband’s uncle. Edmund Bainbridge, on the other hand, remembered every single moment of their married life. He waits patiently for her recovery and suffers quietly as he watches the woman he loved treat him like a complete stranger. When Maisie's ex-husband suddenly re-enters her life, Edmund finds himself torn between wanting Maisie to choose him and wanting her to be truly happy. If Maisie can no longer remember why she chose Edmund, can she fall in love with him again? Or will the return of her ex-husband make her question her choice? This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ~ Dialogue Excerpt~ I did not know how it happened. The next thing I knew, I was already in Alistair’s embrace. “Please, Maise. I need you to listen to me,” he whispered. I stomped on his feet and kicked backwards. But he did not budge. “Let me send you home. We’ll talk there.” “NO! Let me go!!” He swept me off my feet. “Must you be difficult? I swear, you were much more modest when you married -” His voice trailed and his steps halted. Chills began to run down my spine. “Why are you carrying my wife, Alistair?” Edmund’s voice was calm but icy cold. ~~ As of now, below is the total volume for the story 'My Ex's Uncle and Me.' Volume I The Stranger Beside Me is My Husband Volume II: My Ex Came Back After I Married His Uncle

In response to Japan’s Blue Lock program and the U.S. team’s inconsistent international results, America launches Star Gate, a nationwide tournament designed to create the ultimate adhesive midfielder, capable of making any team cohesive. Promising one guaranteed spot on the U.S. Women’s and one spot U.S. Men's National Team, the program is hosted by MrBeast, created under the directive of President Donald Trump, and sponsored by U.S. Soccer, Bill Gates, Elon Musk, Mark Cuban, and Mark Zuckerberg. Candidates from across the country compete in pickup matches regulated by the system, facing god-tier and underdog players alike. Each round consists of 11 matches, and players rotate through all positions and teams to test their adaptability, influence, and skill. After all 11 rounds, players are evaluated based on performance, win rate, and impact, with the winner emerging as the ultimate glue for the national team.

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!

On the day of her half-sister’s wedding, Lyra’s world is torn apart. Daphne, the bride, has vanished, and to appease the ruthless Alpha Kaelen, Lyra is forced to wear the veil. But the sham ceremony backfires when a sacred ritual binds them with a goddess-blessed mate bond—one that can never be broken. Her sacrifice is repaid with the ultimate betrayal. Framed by her own family for stealing her sister’s life, Lyra is dragged to a hostile pack as the Alpha’s despised mate. Humiliated and enraged, Kaelen vows to claim her not for passion, but for punishment. He will own her, break her, and make her regret the day she ever crossed him. But in the shadows of their new life, a darker threat looms—a poison threatening the pack and a conspiracy that runs deeper than their hatred. As an unwanted bond pulls them closer, they will discover the line between burning hatred and searing passion is thin enough to ignite.

After spending the sixth year at Hogwarts a hundred years ago, Harry returned to the cupboard under the stairs in 1991 and received the Hogwarts acceptance letter again. "You mean, my parents were killed by a dark wizard?" Harry asked, "Who is that dark wizard? Why are you so afraid of him that you don't even dare to mention his name?" "It's Vol—," Hagrid answered cautiously: "Alright, call him Voldemort, because he personally killed hundreds of people." Harry nodded noncommittally. "What about the next day?" Hagrid: "Ah?"

Xiao Lin, a small doctor at a university hospital, has an unknown true identity – a military doctor of the Huaxia Dragon Soul special forces. Despite considering himself low-key, he leads a high-profile life.

Ji Yunya died at eighteen, was reborn, and returned from Hell as a devil. ＊ Everyone said that the Ji Family's girl was gentle and graceful, beautiful and smart, elegant and refined, with a heart as delicate as an orchid and scholarship as impressive as her manners; she truly lived up to her reputation as the top socialite. "Ji Yunya, you’re nothing but a devil, how can there be someone as terrifying as you existing in this world? You black-hearted and corrupt wench, why don’t you just die..." The adopted daughter of her grandmother wished she could drink her blood and feast on her flesh. Because I've already died, haha, you're right, I’m a wicked ghost who crawled up from Hell. In my past life, I made a wedding dress for you, this life, I intend to take back everything that belongs to me, and by the way, crush you ruthlessly into the mud. "I should have strangled you the moment you were born, because you simply don’t deserve to live in this world, your blood is the filthiest thing on this planet…" Her biological father incessantly thought about how to kill her. Because my existence is the biggest shame in my father's life, but what can I do? I couldn’t choose where I was born, but I can choose how to live. Like a nail, I’ll be fiercely hammered into your heart. If I’m filthy, then what does that make you, the creator of me? "You're a freak, I'm going to call the police and have them lock you up in a mental hospital..." A little friend was filled with righteous indignation after accidentally seeing her true self. Shush, truly clever people know better than to speak out, because I can’t resist silencing them...permanently! My father is hypocritical, my grandmother feigns virtue, the mistress is venomous, and even her sister is courting death. Come one, come all, let’s settle our accounts, past and present! She's a noble socialite praised by everyone, a study goddess with off-the-charts intelligence, the ultimate idol with beauty and talent, a medical genius with a cool and wise mind… Her perfect acting could fool the whole world, yet those who hate her most know the truth—she is black-hearted, hypocritical, selfish, domineering, and madly obsessive. Look, this is the real her. ＊ Yan Song, the son of the mayor, poised and majestic, with an impressive and stunning presence, he is the dreamy youth every girl hides in her heart, as beautiful as jade and as fierce as the scorching sun. In public, he’s dashing and charming, in private, he’s cutting and sarcastic, arrogant and wild. A slam dunk photo of him from the basketball court went viral online, and netizens hailed him as the National School Hunk. Countless fans drooled over the only blurry photo of him available, calling him "hubby" with unrestrained joy. One day, the typically mysterious and low-key National School Hunk suddenly registered a Weibo account, and instantly masses of fans rushed there. ——I’m just here to say that I’m engaged and have a childhood sweetheart for a fiancée, so stop calling me your "hubby." It's reserved for her, and if you upset her, then I won’t be happy either. And if I’m not happy, no one will be. The fans refused to accept this, wailing, how could their idol already have a fiancée? And he’s so in love with her, that's just way too domineering... Ji Yunya: That's right, I am domineering. If you want to be my man, you have to be clean from top to bottom, inside and out, from your body to your name, even every strand of your hair must belong only to me. Otherwise, I won't be able to resist destroying it... Yan Song: My wife's obsession with cleanliness is incurable… But, I like it! From then on, a saying circulated in Jiangzhou, Master Yan dotes on his wife above all else. You can provoke anyone but Lady Yan, or else Master Yan will teach you how to be a person all over again in minutes. 1 vs 1, the tone of this work is pampering, pampering, pampering, written by someone with a fastidious streak, you get it, if you like it please bookmark it.

Gu Xiaoer had only rented a temporary boyfriend, but she ended up with a bonus clingy CEO. He was a young and promising elite who clung to her alone, transforming into a devoted wife-favoring fiend. "Honey, I want to eat shrimp dumplings." The next moment, the tastiest shrimp dumplings from Country C were fed to her lips. "Honey, you aren't as romantic as others," she complained. Immediately after, candlelight, fireworks, yacht trips, and seventy-two other romantic gestures—she experienced them all one after the other…

[New Release: The Heaven-Sent Little Cutie: Superstar God, Endless Pampering] Sold into a wealthy family by her father, she married a rich young man with a severe illness. For five years, she tended to her bedridden husband, handling everything from eating and drinking to relieving himself. One day, she shockingly discovered that her supposedly dying husband, Yecen, was exercising in the dead of night. "Didn't the doctor say you were about to die?" The man wrapped his arms around her slim waist, with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, "What? Do you wish that much for your husband to pass away?" With that, he sealed her lips with a kiss! My goodness, what kind of sickly young master is this? His physical strength is even greater than that of nine bulls!

He said, "You are my wife. You can do whatever you want in this city." He added, "You can do anything you want, and I will protect you." However, when she fell in love with him and proposed marriage, he said, "I just wanted to take care of you and cherish you, but I never thought of spending my life with you." She was furious and said, "You are a heartbreaker!" He replied, "Well, I'll marry you reluctantly."

The wolfish youth, traversing the city! Bloody battles across the world, what fear is there in dying! When brothers unite, their power cuts through gold! Returning from his studies, the wolf tattoo on the youth's back grants him mysterious powers, making him as cold and bloodthirsty as a wolf.

Xu Ke, the live-in son-in-law who had always been humiliated in the Lin Family, suffered countless indignities in this prestigious household. But who would have known that he was actually the heir of a top-tier wealthy family in the capital? When he inherits the family business, those who once scorned him can only look up to him.

Jiang Feng, a king returning from the Cultivation World, unexpectedly becomes the affluent son-in-law of a beautiful female CEO. Bringing with him memories from his past life and his talent for cultivation, he embarks on his carefree and legendary life.

Ling Chen was a peerless master hiding within the city hustle as a nobody-courier, until he stumbled into the world of the beautiful CEO, Nanrong Wanqing, the 'untouchable flower' of Donghai City, due to one of his work assignments. From then on, watch as his life is thrown into an exciting disarray!

As a cultivator who once stood high above the clouds, gazing upon all beings, what path should Xiao Qiang tread upon in this unfamiliar world? Embark on a life of unrestrained cultivation, allowing his poison to ripple far and wide. Xiao Qiang envisions founding his own empire in this urban realm!

After her inexplicable death in her sleep, Kurokawa Saki was thrown into the Death Game section selection. Receiving information that there are 12 players with various different IDs, she quickly found out how unreliable most of them were. Moreover, half of them were in the Red party and the other half was in the Black Party. So the werewolves game has started. Moreover, the game still gave them inexplicable missions from time to time. Kurokawa Saki: “...” It's so exciting. When the mainline started and the ‘dead’ players received new ID, they had just realized the game was driving them further and further away in various ‘fun’ scenarios. … [No. 1]: I know that I'm the member of the organization on the surface but what the hell is this task of dancing in the nightclub? Moreover, I'm being hit on and could only run away. That blond haired bartender has been glaring at me! [No. 2]: My second ID is a high school student and I transferred to Teitan High School. Due to the mission to get Sonoko's sister's phone number, I had to play with these two students and Conan has been glaring at me, ah, ah! [No. 3]: My first ID is a killer, the second one is a serial killer, and the third one is a drug dealer. Can't you give me a normal identity? I didn't even dare to come out of my house now! [No. 4]: I'm a police officer, but I'm not even as good as an elementary school student in solving cases. And what do you mean that I'm just a violent police officer, huh? Watch me break the telephone pole, you b*stard! + 8 more people. … After a few scenarios, everyone came to the same conclusion The players: This game is too hard! Not only do they have to act in accordance with their ID card, they also have to complete various strange missions. So… let's make trouble :) When the vice leader of their group sees what they have been doing through their daily share in the chat…. Public Security Officer [5]: … NO, What the hell is wrong with you? One of you is fighting with Shuichi Akai and the other one is fighting with Furuya Rei? You even earn exclusive titles from them! You two are on the freaking Red Side! The two troublemakers: Hehe, sorry, Vice Leader, we're under too much pressure and fighting can enhance ‘friendship.’ Public Security Officer [5]: No, your exclusive titles from them show how much they hated you. And when he tried to calm down, he found out the others are not any better. [6]: Wow, it's so fragrant to tease this pink haired post graduate school student~ [7]: Ah, I nearly died in the hands of Gin… when can I receive the death script QAQ [8]: Let me fight the FBI again. I'm itching to fight. [9]: Why do I have to be the attending doctor of the main characters, ah… [10]: Oh, I just threatened Vermouth [11]: Oops, Conan is glaring at me for teasing Ran [12]: Hey, this female announcer is really nice. I felt bad for lying to her. As the only serious one, no. 5 just wanted to say one thing: [5]: …Destroy it. I'm tired. … Note 1: There’ll be OOC and the character's interpretation might not be correct. A lot of original characters in the world’s settings, playing for fun and all. (more wines and police officers, a few original cases, and the player group’s self made case) Note 2: There will be a lot of personal subjective thoughts in the article. If you have any parts that you don’t agree with, please stop the loss in by clicking the arrow on the upper left corner in time. Thank you for your cooperation. Note 3: The style is mixed between comedy and tragedy… you’ve been warned Note 4: This is a fan fiction, I don't own the characters belonging to the comic. I only made a few original characters for the sake of the story Note 5: I made this more for myself and for fun so eh, don't expect too much

Excerpt... Henry’s hand shot out, closing around her arm, firmly enough that her breath caught. “Stay…” He stood beside her, close enough that she could feel him without touching him. “I…” Livia’s voice broke before it found strength. “I didn’t flee.” She still would not fully look at him. Her eyes remained on Bella. “This is not my fault,” she whispered. “No,” Henry said at once. “It isn’t.” He looked away, then back at her. “Do you love him, Livia?” “Please,” she cried. “Stop calling me that.” “Do you love him?” he asked. “Yes,” she said. “So soon after me?” he asked. “I thought we…” He stopped. “I assumed you…” “That I what?” Livia asked, her voice trembling. “That I loved you? Henry…” she began then she caught herself. “Your Highness. I did seek solace in your arms... Yes. I will not lie about that. I wanted you. I trusted you. In a sea of sharks and wolves, you were the safest thing I could find.” Her eyes filled again. “You made me feel as though I could breathe. Turns out, you are no better.” “Why?” Henry asked quietly. “Because I am the king?” “Because you lied to me. You let me trust a man who did not exist.” “I existed.” “Henry the merchant existed because you created him.” “For good reasons, I had to keep my identity hidden,” Henry said. “The king moving around London without security,” he continued, “what do you think would happen?” “You speak as though I was asking you to announce yourself in the middle of Cheapside with trumpets and a crown. It doesn’t matter anymore,” Livia said, looking away from him. “I am getting married.” “Yes,” Henry said, the word leaving him like a blade drawn from flesh. “To my best friend. Did you tell him?” Henry asked. Livia’s brows drew together. “Tell him what?” “That I fucked you. Did you tell him I was your first? Did you tell him you once trusted me? That you once promised yourself to me because you thought I was the safest thing in your miserable world?” “That is not fair.” “Then tell me is it fair that Richard gets to call you his intended while I stand here pretending I do not know the sound of your moan? Is it fair that he holds your hand while I cannot even say your name without ruining you?” “Please stop.” “Did you tell him,” Henry pressed, unable to stop himself now, “that you were mine before you were ever his?” “How could I?” she asked, the words breaking. “I did not even know who you were.” “Then let me ask you this,” he said, leaning down just a little, his lips a hair’s breath from hers. “Has he fucked you? Has he touched what is mine?” ..... Sold into slavery and trapped in the brutal underworld of London, Livia Valenti is placed on the auction block. She makes a desperate choice and places her fate in the hands of the mysterious man who once caught her stealing. She does not know he is the King of England. Then comes Richard, Duke of Kingsmere willing to offer Livia the one thing Henry cannot easily give her— a future outside the shadows. Caught between the king who awakened her heart and the duke who may be her safest escape, Livia is pulled into a dangerous court. Livia becomes Diana Bellamy, the woman another man intends to wed, King Henry must decide how far a king can go before love becomes scandal, obsession, and war. From the author who brought you: 1. Undressed by the mafia God 2. Undressed by his arrogance 3. The Vampire's Luna

...This country is on the right path," he said, his voice carrying across the hall. "And with this young Princess, we have a clear future. But we also need a competent King. And so — the wedding will be held." The room nodded in agreement. I froze. My eyes cut sharply to my father. He was already looking at me — wearing a smile I had never seen before. Foreign. Practiced. Political. "She will be married," he said calmly, "on her eighteenth birthday. To the third Prince of Britain." The words hit me like cold water. "What nonsense." The words left my mouth before I could stop them. "It's not possible. Dad, you told me I could—" But his expression didn't change. And that was when I understood. This had already been decided. Long before today. Long before this room. I was simply the last to know. I walked out before the ceremony ended. I didn't want to see their faces — not my father's satisfaction, not my mother's guilt, not the strangers who had just traded my future over a conference table. Back in my room, Matilda, my maid, entered quietly. "I'm sorry, my princess. Your parents are outside waiting. They want to see you — you should let them in." "Go away." My voice was steady. Controlled. "I don't want to talk to them. They betrayed me. And I'm powerless to stop them." Matilda hesitated for a moment, then nodded with understanding. She stepped outside and I heard her speak politely to my parents. "She can't talk to you right now. She's very sorry." I heard my mother sigh. Good. My other maid tried to console me. I stared at the ceiling until her words became background noise and sleep finally pulled me under. I dreamed of an outstretched hand and a voice saying "I'll love you forever" — and then cold water hit my face. "Wake up, miss. You have lessons to take." I sat up slowly. The events of yesterday flooded back in full colour. Fresh tears burned behind my eyes but I refused them. I pressed them down, deep and hard, until they disappeared. I have to be strong, I told myself. That is the only way to go through this and survive. The lessons were dreadful. How to walk as a wife. How to speak as a wife. How to sit, smile, defer, and disappear as a wife. I sat through every session with my jaw tight and my hands folded, learning a language I despised — and I was a linguist. Language was my birthright, my gift, my weapon. But this language? This quiet submission? It sat in my mouth like ash. My father visited one afternoon, his apology rehearsed and hollow. "Baby girl, how are the lessons? I'm sorry, but I tried my best to stop this — just manage. You could always divorce when we get the alliance." I laughed. Hard. Until my stomach hurt. "Dad — no offence, but I never knew you were a comedian. I didn't want to get married in the first place, so just leave me and stop apologising." My smile vanished the moment he left. I got back to my studies. Days turned into months. On my eighteenth birthday, I stood before the mirror again. This time the gown was white — royal, majestic, and beautiful in a way that made me furious. It would have been the most stunning thing I had ever worn, if I wasn't being forced to wear it. I picked up the scissors. I cut slowly at first — deliberate, precise — removing sections of the skirt in jagged lines. Then I found the red paint. Then the black. I poured both across the fabric and stepped back to look at what I had made. It felt like the first honest thing I had done in months. My maids saw but knew better than to stop me. I walked down the aisle in it — late, unhurried, with not a single trace of royalty in my steps. Let them stare. Let them whisper. I was done performing.

A girl who was forced to live as a man , just because hes father would have killed her

Anning is an ordinary girl, living quietly in her own world (which means an introvert), but who would've thought that her peacefulness will not last longer than expected. Anning didn't know what awaited her, but she did know one thing - 'She' won't leave her side, and is her only exception - Baizhi, a soft girl with an even softer temperament. Just the name of that person was enough to turn her head. But are the things really going to be like that when she will got to know that Anning gained an unrequited love from someone else too - Sizi, a sharp beauty pretending to be a blunt one. Was it really an unrequited, unwanted love, or something deeper? In the new world, she not only has to reach her only unwanted goal, but also has to bear the most painful feeling of the world too - betrayal. Not only she but the person closest to her had to also feel the misery and partake in every adventure even if she don't want to. The betrayal given by someone this much close to her is so much painful that she found the gift of death much more appetizing, specially when the one she hated and had hurt her in the most possible way was her only amendment, but heavens didn't let her do that too. She can't because of the shackles. Because someone wouldn't let her. Yes, if there was someone who wouldn't let her live then there was also someone who will make her live even on their ashes. Will Anning be okay, if she got to know that the person whom she despised, was the person actually fated for her, the one who accompanied her in every tryst of her life, including death itself ? Things are not the same as it looks on the surface. So many people wearing different facades, having the most insidious secrets. The slowburn was really infectious. This side, Anning was fighting with her own feelings, and on the other, two professors were also shackled by their own reasons. Professor Lin (Lin Huang) and professor Qing (Qing Lan), have their own dynamics. The love between them is not so easy, because the unspeakable secrets were screaming in their heads, trying to tell them that they don't belong to each other. But making two persons who shares same souls part each other really that easy? Are really Anning and Baizhi fated for each other? Or there is some secret Baizhi is hiding? And what about Sizi, whom even if Anning doesn't wants to, finds an unexplainable comfort with? Definitely not the friendship type of comfort, but something deeper and more darker. Like some past life connection? Would it really be a happy ending ? To know more let's dig into the queersome story, and find out what's the real truth. Because the things are not really like they are. This is my first book, so please guide me further in this journey of novels and sit in your seat tightly or lie on your bed to just enjoy. #gl #girllove #yuri #blsidecouple #lgbtq #glsidecouple #mystery Thank you so much......