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Lorelai is nothing more than a maid in the powerful Draven household until the family forces her into a marriage alliance with their bitter enemies, the Varkis clan. Rather than sacrifice their own daughter, the Dravens send Lorelai as a disposable scapegoat to seal the uneasy truce. The Varkis family, unaware she is only a servant, believes she is the woman who nearly killed their heir. From the moment she arrives, Lorelai faces cold hostility and open suspicion. When an assassination attempt leaves her with amnesia, she wakes in enemy territory with no memory of her true identity or the danger she’s in. Trapped in an unfamiliar world of suspicion and secrets, Lorelai must now decide whom to trust and whom to fear before the truth catches up and destroys her.

The most unlucky woman in the world vs The most mysterious man in the world. A piece of paper declaring a marriage alliance between two enemy families was not her business. Because she would never be picked as the bride anyway. Officer Tai Liwu's bad luck was not just broken heels, exploding cars or birds pooping on her head. It also extended to her dating life--which did not exist. She had resigned herself to a lifetime of arresting bad guys and surviving death with zero romance. But when her sister has a panic attack before walking down the aisle, Tai Liwu is shoved into the bridal hall and told to smile. On the other side of the aisle, City Lord Shen Weijun was dealing with his own disaster: his brother, the intended groom had drugged him, put him in the grooms clothes and bolted! Forced to step in under a false identity, Weijun expects nothing more than a political farce. After all, their families are sworn enemies and this wedding is supposed to be a ceasefire, not a love story. But trouble brews when Weijun finds himself falling for the sharp-tongued police officer who can arrest a pickpocket with one hand and chase after her hat with the other. Pretty soon, he is more interested in kissing her than fearing her bad luck and suspicious intentions. And Liwu, her "bad luck" takes a twist when on her wedding night, she awakens a bad luck system, throwing their lives into chaos.

I entered his life with one goal: to kill him. But the closer I got to him, the more I began to question who my enemy really was... and was he really my father's killer?

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

Sae-on, is an undercover God who enjoys traveling worlds with his faithful companions. While traveling, he crosses upon Earth, he sees how similar it is to the World he created and governs over, He now takes an interest over it and disguises himself to explore the World similar to his, one glimpse of it showed a some-what connection to his World Will he be able to understand this, Earth?

"Man, I just wanted to be a quiet little spiritual puppeteer and a low level spiritual planter… not the boss of a damn dungeon!” Liam Adhart woke up in a ruthless cultivation world with a single goal: stay out of trouble, build puppets to protect himself, and live under the radar. Instead? A mysterious Dungeon System binds to his soul. Floors start forming. Monsters appear. Treasures spawn. And cultivators, greedy, bloodthirsty, and powerful, come running. Liam didn’t ask for this. He’s not trying to rise to power. He’s not trying to challenge sects or shake the heavens. But with every trap he sets and every intruder he defeats, the dungeon grows stronger, and so does his legend. Now the world thinks he's some hidden ancient, a secret ruler behind the scenes. And no matter how much he tries to keep things quiet… the dungeon keeps making noise. Low-key? Not a chance. And honestly…? He might be starting to like the chaos. A hilarious, action-packed ride where cultivation meets dungeon-building, and one unlucky guy gets dragged to the top, one screaming floor at a time. [Ah yes, the host can use the monster strength at will for your own uses] "Even the world bosses?" [Precisely] "Neat! Hahahaha!"

Lìngxiāo was hired to kill the ghost. Instead, he married it. Life needs only two things to go on—the thing you love, and the obsession to keep it with you. A young, smiling exorcist’s lips have forgotten how to show the pain or anger he truly feels. He roams with only two aims: to save common people from darkness, and to solve the mystery of his own father’s death—for which he is called the murderer. Then, he is summoned back to his own hometown, Yún Xi—now cursed—to cleanse it of an unknown Red Robe Ghost. But fate had different plans. He did not only uncover the mystery behind the ghost… but also the mystery behind himself. The ghost became this exorcist’s tears, long forgotten how to fall. Their hunting story stays immortal, untold. But his journey to find his identity does not. And that is how he goes where he belongs, but never knew. A part of the System Tearstone realm. [Side novel of V1] [ Release time : Monday & Wednesday Chapters : one chapters per day ( for having other issues & more book . might sometime miss if there is any problem) ] [ Paused updates for the next 3 months. not abandoning you all! just forced to stop for exam. Do not hesitate to follow us. we'll be back surely. Just the situation isn't supporting us. I hope you'll understand♡ ]

I watched as Dad looked at me with some kind of angered expression, as usual he believes her.  " Fiona, how many times do i have to tell you to have some respect for my wife? Whether you like it or not she's now your mother. Is this a way to treat your mother"?  "She can never be my mother, she doesn't even have the qualities of being a mother. Why do you always side with her? Can't you see the way she's treating me"?  "Enough Fiona"!!! "You promised mom that you'd always love me and take care of me, but I'm a slave in my own father's house"!! "Hey, don't try to manipulate my husband, what you did was wrong and you expect me not to caution you? Go to your room" I just watched as Dad expression fell, she was manipulating him and turning him against his own daughter.  "You heard her Fiona, go to your room".

Four hundred years ago, the moon wept blood. From that night onward, demons—known as the Tainted—swarmed the land, feasting on the spiritual energy of the living. The once-peaceful realm descended into chaos. Now, humanity survives behind two massive walls, while the lands beyond decay into a demon-infested wasteland. Join Linyue and her companions who specializes in finding trouble, inventing trouble, and loudly denying they caused the trouble as they stumble upon the buried truths behind the Weeping Moon. Secrets that have remained hidden for centuries and may change everything they know.

In Magnolia, a mysterious art thief moves between the city’s elegant art scene and its brutal underworld. As a detective closes in on him and a possessive protector refuses to let him go, the hunt quickly turns into something far more dangerous. Whispering Frames is a dark MM romance filled with art magic, hidden identities, obsession, and intense cat-and-mouse tension.

"You never loved me," I whispered. "Elara has always been on your mind." For five years, Calla—the secret Goddess of War—has endured public humiliation, sacrificed her identity, and bankrolled the Alpha of Aura Pack, Gladys, all to honor a promise to her dead parents. Her reward? A public show of infidelity, as Gladys gives a sacred family heirloom to his childhood crush, Elara. When Gladys chooses a dinner date over retrieving the ashes of her fallen parents, the betrayal is complete. Calla demands the mate bond be severed, only to find herself drawn into the orbit of a new, far more dangerous kind of man: Varen, the Cursed King of the Lycan Empire. Varen, who bears a curse that lets him see the moment of death in everyone's eyes, finds that when he looks at Calla, he sees nothing. This terrifying anomaly makes the lethal, obsessive king focus solely on her. He sees her raw power when she wins a deadly archery contest and seals his claim with a terrifying vow: "Any man touches you. I’d go berserk." But Varen's protection is as brutal as his desire. When he casually murders a man for spilling wine on her dress, Calla realizes she has traded one cage for a much deadlier one. Now, with a kiss that sets off glowing, possessive runes on her skin, Calla must sever the final ties to her past and reconcile her warrior spirit with the ruthless King who demands her surrender. She demanded freedom from one mate, but can she survive the forbidden obsession of a Lycan King whose touch is as destructive as his love?

“Adrian,” Raya whispered, voice trembling. “Choose — her or me.” His eyes darkened. “Why should I choose,” he said softly, stepping closer, “when I can have you both?” Her breath caught. “You’re insane,” she whispered. He brushed a thumb over her lips. “No,” he murmured, “i'm yours as you're mine. Whether you want it or not.” ~~~ To save her father, Raya agrees to become the fiancée of a man who could destroy her. She thought she was walking into a simple contract. But when she steps into Adrian Blake’s world, she steps into a maze of power, obsession, and dangerous secrets. Adrian never loved Seraphina, the woman he was supposed to marry. He only needed her family’s influence to seize the Blake empire. But when Seraphina vanishes… Raya becomes the perfect replacement. She’s stubborn, penniless, and nothing like Seraphina. Except for one disturbing detail She looks exactly like her. His terms are everything she should refuse: • Pretend to be his fiancée. • Pay off her father’s impossible debt. • Leave when he says so. Simple. Until she realizes the man behind the cold mask isn’t simple at all. The more she falls for him, the more dangerous he becomes. Because Adrian Blake doesn’t want love. He wants control. And now, he wants her. When the truth about Seraphina begins to unravel, Raya must choose: Run before she’s swallowed by Adrian’s darkness… or stay and risk losing her heart, and her identity, to the man who already owns her.

She stopped to admire the vineyard smiling sheepishly. She was enjoying her secret visit to Dante's den a little too much reminding herself that she had to leave immediately. She suddenly did not feel like seeing him anymore as his warning sounds rang in her ears. "I must be crazy to have come in here" She shook her head in disbelief. "Isn't this considered as voluntarily entering into the lion's den?"  "You are self aware, what should your punishment be?" a familiar voice said from behind. She looked back in time to see Dante glaring at her. Her attempt to keep calm failed as she let out a loud scream. She jumped in an attempt to flee from him and run back to the safety of her room. Dante grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him , his arm pressing down on her neck. "You are so daring, exactly how I like them" he laughed. His laughter sounded like thunderclaps, she shivered under the weight of his arm around her neck. She might choke to death if he does not let her go. She had been willing to die but not like this.  "I'm sorry" she managed to say. "No you're not" he yelled " I warned you. You dared me".

This is a fan translation of 社恐马娘不想贴贴！ The original author is 杜子春 Art is by @beer_hsk Edit is by ClayTL Please support them! === Waking up, transmigrated into the world of Umamusume. Garden Gale finds herself as a completely useless Umamusume—but with her irresistibly charming looks and the original owner’s talent for bluffing, nearly everyone believes she's incredibly strong. Her debut race is scheduled in seven days. —I’m about to die of social embarrassment, what do I do?! Luckily... she temporarily awakens the [Selas System]. By pushing her relationships with other Umamusume to critical levels, she can learn their talents and signature skills. Forced to flirt.jpg Bond level with [Tokai Teio] reached 90%, comprehended skill [Sky-High Teio Step]! Bond level with [Air Shakur] reached 90%, comprehended skill [trigger:BEAT]! Bond level with [Christmas Oguri Cap] reached 90%, comprehended skill [Festive Miracle]! … Three years later. Garden Gale emotionally looks back, realizing she's become an undisputed GOAT—the greatest in history, a recognized tyrant of the track, the Uma Musume closest to a goddess. —And only now, gazing back at her days at Tracen Academy, does she belatedly realize… She cheated on everyone at school?! I'm gonna get stabbed by a yandere—WHAT DO I DOOOOO!!! === discord.gg/wisetl

Jayden Cross lies about his age for one reckless night with a devastatingly controlled older man. It was supposed to be anonymous. No names. No strings. No consequences. The next morning, that man walks into his lecture hall “Good morning. I’m Professor Roman Ashford.” Now the one-night stand is grading his papers. Roman is divorced, respected, and obsessed with control. Jayden is reckless, shameless, and very hard to ignore. They should stay away from each other. They don’t. Jealous classmates start whispering. An anonymous complaint hits the Dean’s office. Rumors spread across campus. Roman has everything to lose. Jayden has nothing to protect except the one man who refuses to stop looking at him. “You don’t have to call me Sir.” Jayden smiles. “That’s not the problem.”

Waverly is a nobody from the Outer District, an Omega surviving on scraps and the hope of escaping her foster parents’ greed. But when Prince Kaeren, the ruthless heir to the throne, returns from Spain with a sketch of his missing mate, Waverly’s life turns into a living nightmare. The girl in the sketch has her FACE! Sold by her parents for a chance at luxury, Waverly is thrust into the glittering, lethal world of the High-Class region. Her mission is simple: pretend to be the woman in the drawing, secure the Alpha’s heart, and save her family from the mines. But Prince Kaeren is hiding a dark secret of his own. He didn't find a mate abroad, he drew a non-existent face to secure his inheritance, never expecting a gutter-rat like Waverly to show up with that very face. Now, he’s convinced she’s a con artist sent to destroy him. He’s accepted her as his mate, but not for love. He’s bought her to be his toy, his pawn, and his mockery. He vows to ruin her, she vows to survive him… none expects the sizzling tension or the secret longing between them. Though determined to hate each other forever, who will break first?

Shawn Geller was supposed to be dead. And when he came back with a new face, all he wanted was to live quietly among humans and forget the past he had spent six years running from. But that became impossible the moment he realized the man he had been sleeping with wasn’t a twenty-three-year-old bank employee like he claimed, but an eighteen years old high school student. His student. As if that wasn’t enough, Jean isn’t just someone who refuses to stay away from him, he’s also connected to the very people Shawn has been hiding from all this time. Now Shawn is left questioning everything. Was it all just a cruel coincidence… or have they really found out he was still alive?

Chase Sterling always felt like furniture. The kind you don't notice, the kind that's easy to shove in a corner and forget. He was used to it: people looked right through him, brushed him off like lint. But it only takes one phone call to erase a lifetime of being overlooked. When his estranged family meets a tragic end, Chase suddenly finds himself in charge of the sprawling Sterling fortune. Turns out, riches aren't the only thing the family left him. There's a curse running through his blood, warping love into something hungry and dangerous, impossible to escape. Vivian Ashford never set out to blow Chase's life to smithereens. Just one decision (a sharp, ruthless move at graduation) was all it took to set their worlds spinning out of control. While Vivian soaks up the Hollywood limelight and collects red-carpet headlines, Chase slips into his new role as Manhattan's most intimidating heir. But no matter how far they run, something keeps yanking them back together, like a stitch in an old wound that refuses to heal.

Oops! The foolish real young master had run away!!! The title of the book… Micah had everything anyone could possibly envy, a gentle mother, a supportive father, and two doting older sisters. His family business dominated the capital with its high-technology products, and he was raised with a silver spoon from birth. Life was perfect. Until one day everything crumbled when a young man appeared, claiming to be the real young master. The classic case of swapped at birth… Panicked and heartbroken, Micah, the fake heir, fought desperately to hold onto his family and fortune. From Bad-mouthing and spreading rumours to initiating misplaced hatred toward the real young master, he plotted financial pitfalls and implicated his family business in progress. Not to mention his backstabbing and selling the classified information to a rival company. “What the actual f..?” Micah stared at the book, seething with anger. He was practically a villain out of a melodrama. He would never be like that! Which vengeful ghost had written this book?! “Where is my knife?!” He needed to show this so-called author the true meaning of vengeance! Even if he couldn’t get his hands on him, at the very least, he could undermine all the nonsense that was written in his book! Whether would he really be this mentally handicapped as described in the book remained a mystery, but please could someone explain the rest of the book to him? Those madmen! Those Degenerated Gongs! How could they torment the cheerful sunny Shou and twist him into an obedient meek little puppet just to satisfy their sick desires?! “I, Micah Ramsy, swear to protect my new brother from those psychos and hungry wolves!” Thus begins the journey of the fake heir, hell-bent on keeping those scums away from his sweet brother.

Seventy-five girls died in a single night, and the building that held them swallowed the truth with them. The doors were locked from the inside, the cameras failed at the exact same minute, and by morning there was nothing left but silence arranged too perfectly to be accidental. When Detective Elaya steps into the case, she expects blood, rage, a visible monster — but what she finds instead is something far more terrifying: precision. Files begin to disappear, identities blur, and a missing plastic surgery record hints that someone has rewritten more than just evidence. Czar walks away carrying a guilt he neither denies nor fully explains, speaking of fate as if the ending has already been decided. And somewhere in the shadows, Emris operates without haste, without emotion — dismantling bodies, erasing trails, protected by power that reaches higher than the law. The deeper Elaya searches, the clearer it becomes that this was never just a massacre. It was a design. A warning. In this world, destiny — Qadr — is not something you escape. It is something that hunts you, reshapes you, and waits patiently for the moment you finally understand that you were never chasing the darkness… you were walking exactly where it wanted you to go.