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[!! I will be posting less for Jan 2026 as I work on university assignments and medical problems! I hope everyone is enjoying the new year! Will be back to a normal schedule from Feb!] The girl Hani has a crush on only strong people. When the school festival holds an event for a battle where the winner gets to have a date with the school beauty, Stella, Hani's crush, Hani decides to participate. ------ In a world where everyone gets powers when they reach their teen years at 13, people are treated differently based on rank. Hani is a bookworm who spends her time reading fantasy and fiction all the time. No one looks at her twice and is mocked for her obsession with books. When the time comes to get her power and grade, everything changes. " Hani, Power Rank : F", says the scanner, but Hani thinks otherwise. In a story full of Love and Action, Ups and Downs, and a mix of casual and serious parts of the characters' lives, how will their story unfold?

(Possibly a yuri romance, I'm not sure yet as this story still serializing. The hint of it was on ch 632) Wei Yunxi transmigrated into the novel she was reading—great, right? Wrong. She's now the tragic female supporting character who exists solely to prop up the flawless heroine, her half-sister Wei Yuqing. The original Yunxi handed over treasures, resources, and even her own cultivation, only to die horribly in the end. Nope. Not happening this time. Yunxi has a new motto: If it's mine, I'm keeping it. No more playing ATM for the heroine. Especially since Yuqing is the Heavenly Dao's Darling—blessed with insane luck. Try to steal her opportunities? The universe just hands her a better one. Oppose her? Heavenly lightning says bonk. But Yunxi isn't completely helpless. First, she snatches the mahogany plaque—her golden finger—right from under Yuqing's nose. Boom! Instant cheat code: a cross-dimensional chat group filled with overpowered allies from the apocalypse, interstellar world, and even the divine realm. Now, Yunxi can trade resources, scheme, and finally fight back. Too bad the heroine (and the male lead?) won't stop clinging to her. What part of "I'm not your personal loot box" do they not understand? === English Original Title:《Holding the space chat group, the cannon fodder female supporting role ascended》 (Note: Title adapted for tone and readability while preserving the story’s core themes.) Status: Serializing

On her half-sister's wedding day, Fia's world shatters. Hazel, the bride, has allegedly eloped with Fia's fated mate, and over the phone he rejects her without mercy. With the Alpha groom ready to unleash war on her pack, and spurred on by her stepmother's pleas, Fia makes a desperate choice; she takes Hazel's place at the altar. But the marriage is nothing more than a cruel setup. Betrayed by her family and accused of stealing her sister's happiness, Fia becomes the perfect target for Alpha Cian's wrath. Humiliated and furious, he vows to keep her as his mate not out of love, but revenge. He swears he will break her, torment her, and make her pay until the end of time. What neither of them expects is that hate can twist, burn, and evolve into something far more dangerous. Between lies, betrayal, and a growing bond neither wants to acknowledge, Fia and Cian are bound to discover that the thin line between hate and love is meant to be crossed.

World: You're a trash mixed Spiritual root. How come you cultivate faster than the top genius of the Holy land. Fang Hong: I am a trash mixed Spiritual root... And who decided that? I cannot cultivate beyond qi refining realm... And who decided that? The only one who gets to decide such things... IS ME. World:....

From overworked corporate slave to… the fat niece of a future villain? At twenty-three, my life ended in the most ironic way possible—drowning in a lake while reading an online romance novel. When I woke up, I wasn’t just alive—I was inside that very novel. And worse, not as the princess or the healer or even the tragic maid. No. I woke up as Seraphine Agro, the silver-haired, chubby niece of the story’s main villain, Duke Tayler Agro—the man who would one day summon a famine, experiment on peasants, and get publicly executed. Awesome. Now I’m stuck in a half-collapsed mansion with stale soup, a broken “Duke” father who’s too kind for his own good, and an entire kingdom collapsing into plague and hunger. And to make things worse, the hero of the story—the dangerously handsome knight Sir Alex Canva—is on his way to inspect our lands. I know the plot. I know who dies. And I’m not planning to go quietly. Armed with sarcasm, stubbornness, and a questionable diet, I’m rewriting destiny—one disastrous choice at a time.

The hardest thing about being a saint in a corrupt world… is knowing you must become a heretic to save it. Raziel’s faith wasn’t a weapon. It was a shield. As a devout priest, his power was in guiding lost souls, healing the broken, and serving as a beacon for the Church. He was the Goddess's most devout servant. Because of that, he was the first to fall when the "Player" arrived. For years he fought her game with prayers, a battle of faith against rules he couldn't understand. He fell alone just as his world burned around him. But death was not the end. His final breath sent him back in time. Now fifteen again, he has years to prepare before "Game Over" begins anew. He must find allies, unmask traitors, and forge a power the Church deems blasphemy. Because this time, he no longer bears the curse that bound him in his previous life: his blind faith.

I was the Goldbane heiress. Gideon Vexwood was the lowborn wolf I married for love. I thought we were building a kingdom; I didn’t realize he was building my coffin. In one night, my world shattered. A tragic accident claimed my father’s life and stole my unborn child, leaving my body permanently broken. With the Pack Council threatening to strip my title unless I produce an heir, I was forced into a desperate gamble. I trusted my husband. I trusted my loyal maid. Together, we struck a secret surrogate deal to save the Goldbane’s right to the Alpha seat. I thought it was our salvation. I didn't know it was a trap. While I drowned in grief, Gideon and his mistress were celebrating my downfall, manipulating the very contracts meant to save me to turn me into a servant in my own home. They called it strategy. I called it war. For seven years, I played the victim. I endured their cruelty, letting them think they’d won while I forged a secret alliance with the only man they truly fear: Jarek Ashthorne. The infamous Rogue King. A man who rules the underworld with an iron fist and holds a debt to my father that he has never forgotten. He was supposed to be my weapon of revenge. I didn't expect him to be my salvation. Now, as the secrets of that fatal night emerge, the long game is finally over. They took my child. They stole my life. Now, I’m coming for their crowns. ____ Jarek hauled me forward until my chest collided with the rigid planes of his torso. “You have no idea, Elowen. Everything about you... every tear you shed for a man who doesn't deserve you… It’s all my business.” I shivered, but I clamped down on the sensation instantly. “Get your hands off me! I know what you’re doing. I’ve heard the stories, Jarek. Stay away from my marriage, stay away from my pack. And you better stay away from my life!” Yet, he pressed his face into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. “Is that what you call it, Elowen? I call it a wake-up call. But if you’d rather go back to your ‘Alpha’ and pretend that the walls aren’t closing in, be my guest.”

Chen Yu was backstabbed at the peak of his cultivation. Betrayed by his juniors, he chose to die on his own terms. Though with his final breath, Chen Yu attempted to ascend into the Immortal Realm. He failed. But instead of oblivion, Chen Yu opened his eyes in the past, back in a classroom before everything went wrong. Now with knowledge of betrayal, along with secrets and memories of how close he came to immortality, Chen Yu will attempt the most dangerous evolution of all: To shed the limits of a lowly Snake, and rise as an almighty Dragon— And make those who betrayed him pay the price.

"I love you, okay?" ... her voice broke as she stared up at Nur's face. His eyes widened, chest tightening as he stared back at her, at the magnitude of her words. Tears clung to Ayse's lashes, his wife who he supposedly contract married. From the very first day they locked eyes, he loved her but not even for a second, he would have thought she would fall for him. This was Deniz Nur Hakan--The sole heir to the multibillion-dollar company, he who built empires with his bare hands. He had ice in his veins and ruled with an iron fist. Men trembled under his gaze; women drove to him.  A man whose ears were deaf to the pleadings of many. Some called him a bastard, and for some he was just their "son"  His father, Emre Yousef Hakan--A tyrant man. He handed Nur the keys to the Hakan's estate. Well pleased and trusted that his son will continue his tyrannical reign. After the funeral ceremony, his mother had come to him.  Conversing to him on estate matters and the "future" "How his job wasn't only proceeding his father's company but to also produce an heir" Nur stared at his mother's unreadable face; he shook his head and sternly rejected even a thought on such matters.  Though months passed. One faithful night, he received the news.  "Mr. Hakan, your mother has passed away" Nur was left heartbroken; he fled from U.K and quickly arrived at Istanbul via his private jet.  The car clicked opened as he made his way in the magnificent "Hakan estate" Where he would find his "relatives" people who they had lost connection to the very day his parents married. They weren't well off back then yet lived happily.  He paid them no mind and walked towards the center where his mom's coffin was.  Clutching around the fine wood, tears sprung out. His mother, the only one who he could rest his head on the shoulders, lazily talk about his day. She had left him. The funeral has ended. Meanwhile Nur sat at his study, blue eyes flickering under the warm glow. Just then--the door clicked, there entered, Ali Demir, his father's advisor, now his. The silver-haired man walked to him, hands clutching at piles of documents. He then conversed to him on the future and that to attain his will, he must marry. Nur's face turned pale, marriage--A chapter that he had closed long ago. After his previous marriage in Ankara to his childhood sweetheart--Eylul Aydin. He remembered her end--how his father mercilessly unlived her and their unborn child. Nur had also rejected this idea prior to his mother's death. Yet--Ali continued, "the bride had also been selected" His jaw flexed as he raked his eyes at him, "Did you...? Ali shook his head, "I wouldn't dare... if it wasn't the very own wish of Mrs. Hakan" Nur sighed, a part of him was uninterested and the other part? --merely curious to who it was. Ali continued, the bride is from one of the Kaplan family branches. "Who...is it? Nur's voice came out, flustered. Ali's mouth parted, "Ayse Azra Yildiz" His eyes widened, his chest tightened. To be continued>>>>>>>>>>

Bethany Larson was revered as a living legend. At fifty, she stood at the peak of the entertainment world—a globally known singer and actress who built her success with her own hands. Her name was a brand, her talent undeniable, and her fortune self-made. Yet the person she loved unconditionally and trusted the most became her executioner. Murdered by her much younger actor husband, who mockingly admitted he married her only for her wealth, connections and fame, Bethany’s life ended in betrayal and regret. As she lay on her own pool of blood, dying and watching him walk away with his men, she cried and desperately prayed to any God that was willing to answer her for one thing she had never asked for before: a second chance. And her prayer was answered. Bethany woke up in a hospital, not as herself, but as "Rosita Dixon", a twenty-three-year-old D-list singer and actress—the eldest daughter of the Dixons, one of the most powerful aristocratic families in the Republic of Hosiria. At first, she believed she had been given a new and easy life then she realized she was wrong after being told by her manager that the original Rosita Dixon is despised by society, mocked by the media, and treated cruelly by her own family. Now carrying Bethany Larson’s soul, memories, and experience, Rosita must survive a family that loathes her, an elite society that looks down on her, and an entertainment industry that has already judged her. This time, she is determined to live for herself—and never die powerless again.

On my third wedding anniversary, my husband poisoned me. As I lay dying on the cold restaurant floor, I watched him smile beside my step-sister his mistress since before our wedding day. My marriage was a lie. My love was a tool. And my death was carefully planned. I thought dying would finally set me free. Instead, I woke up three years in the past one week before I married the man who killed me. This time, I won’t be the obedient wife who walks blindly into her own grave. I’ll cancel the wedding. Expose their betrayal. And marry the one man my ex-fiancé fears the most. Adrian Blackwood. The Devil CEO. A ruthless billionaire with no mercy for his enemies. I walked into his office with a deal: “Marry me. Help me destroy Ethan Cole and I’ll give you everything you need to take him down.” I expected a cold contract marriage. What I didn’t expect… was the way he looked at me like I already belonged to him. “You’re under my protection now, Sophia,” he said calmly. “And I never let go of what’s mine.” Revenge was supposed to be simple. Love was never part of the plan. But falling for the Devil may be far more dangerous than the man who murdered me. Because Adrian Blackwood doesn’t play games. And once he chooses something he keeps it. Forever. In my first life, I died for love. In this life, I’ll make them all pay.

Once the Ruler of the Nine Heavens, Emperor Valerius was betrayed by the Gods he trusted. But fate had other plans. He is reborn into the body of Kaelen, a crippled boy living in the slums of a mortal city, carrying a deep secret—the Ancient Void Cauldron. ​But this second life is not a blessing; it is a nightmare. His mother is being used as a lab rat by a mysterious organization known as the 'Eclipse'. His family has abandoned him, and his cultivation veins are shattered. ​They thought he was trash. They thought he would die quietly. They were wrong. ​With the Void Cauldron, Kaelen can devour everything—Beasts, Demons, Curses, and even Gods—turning their power into his own. ​"I do not wish to save the world. I am here to conquer it." ​From the blood-soaked arenas of the Pirate Isles to the corrupt halls of the Imperial Academy, follow Kaelen as he gathers an army of monsters, rejects the heavens, and builds the Solaris Sect to burn the Eclipse to ashes.

Kai died an average man and woke up in a brutal world of Cultivators and Immortals. He has no talent, no money, and no background. He is destined to be trash. Until the [Supreme Dual Cultivation System] awakens. While others train until they cough blood, Kai only needs one thing to level up: Women. The more beautiful the woman, the higher the XP. The more forbidden the target, the greater the reward. From his voluptuous Step-Mother who sleeps in the next room, to the arrogant Academy Teachers, the holy Goddesses, and the mature Aunts of the noble clans—no one is safe. "System, what is the fastest way to reach the Immortal Realm?" [Answer: Inseminate the Divine Empress.] Kai smirked. "Challenge accepted." Warning: This novel contains: Ruthless Protagonist (Weak to Strong) Hardcore Dual Cultivation (Detailed & Intense) Heavy Taboo (Stepmom, Stepsis, Milfs, Aunts) Monster Girls & Elves Huge Harem (Gotta catch 'em all!) Read at your own risk. The cultivation session is about to begin. AUTHOR'S NOTE (IMPORTANT): NO NTR. This novel contains ZERO Netorare. The MC will never be cuckolded or betrayed by his women. However, this novel features heavy Netori (The MC steals the wives and fiancées of other men). The MC is the predator, never the prey. **You can read 10 Advanced Chapters right now on my Scrollstack, weeks before they are released on Webnovel or Scribble Hub! Link is in my Profile Bio!**

“Does Ivy know the baby is not yours?” Ivy’s hand dropped immediately. Her heart began pounding painfully. Then she heard Ashton’s cold laugh—low, cruel. “No,” he said. “She doesn’t. She thinks I got her pregnant.” Aria let out a soft laugh, full of satisfaction. “Well, I love how your revenge plan worked, Ashton,” she said. “I wonder what her face would look like if she found out her child’s father was never you.” Ivy’s fingers curled against the door. Her breath caught painfully in her throat. Aria continued, mocking and sweet. “But tell me… how did you convince your righteous friend Kai to do it? He always acted like he had morals.” Ivy’s eyes widened. Her heart slammed against her ribs. Inside the room, Ashton’s voice was calm. Too calm. “Well, that night Ivy was drunk. Kai was drunk too,” Ashton said. “I initiated the act just like you told me to. But I brought Kai in when I noticed she was on heat.”

This compilation is a harmonious blend of emotionally charged poetry, and thought provoking lyrics. Dive in. Or just dip your feet in from the shoreline. Just be ready for an internal swim. What comes after we've healed? How long does it take for the walls to come down? Will I ever really love again? Welcome to my process. I present to you: Sunsets & Synthetics.

When Bai He wakes up, he realizes he has become the youngest elder of Lingguang Sect. Although he looks weak and carefree, he is bound by a system that forces him to change fate. After taking in a noisy disciple and saving the troubled genius Ye Shiyuan, his quiet life is thrown into chaos. As cultivation deadlines, hidden enemies, and dangerous secrets emerge, Bai He must grow stronger or he will lose everything.

Everly, a connoisseur of orphan-to-riches tropes, always assumed her origin story began with a dramatic abandonment at the orphanage gates. Turns out, her life was even more cliché than her favorite novels! She wasn't merely dumped; she was swapped—a long-lost heiress to a vast fortune. Just when she thought her life couldn't get any more tropey, a mysterious System materialized, offering her a chance at a "good ending." The catch? Its "abilities" ranged from the utterly bizarre to the downright mortifying, making Everly question if a happy ending was truly worth the existential cringe. *** System 006: [Host, please choose 1 of these 3 system abilities!] Everly: "They're all weird! Let me just pick random!" System 006: [Hehe... host, I forgot to say that each system will have consequences, so something will happen to you when you use it...] Everly: "!!!" Days later, having been reunited with her biological family and experimenting with the System's... unique function, the consequence were already glaringly apparent. Her beloved brother: "My little sister is precious, but I need therapy to keep up with her alien-like thinking." Handsome man 1: "She's a pervert! I'm scared she'll take my innocence..." Handsome man 2: "Every time she talks, I feel like killing her. Is that normal?" NOTE: Please disconnect all logical circuits before proceeding with this novel, as it's an absolute chaotic comedy where the MC, Everly, has several screws loose in her brain. Don't expect much normalcy here—sanity checked out long ago and never came back.

A terminally ill man from our world accepts a mysterious offer to be reborn in a brutal cultivation world with a "gamer system" as his cheat. But as he rises from nothing, he makes a horrifying discovery: the system granting him quests and levels isn't a tool for his salvation—it's a sentient, ancient evil that devours the souls of its users.

“Broken Wolf” is a direct spin-off of Strike Until They Fall, continuing Andrea Johnson’s story after the war that destroyed Cobra Kai. Haunted by trauma, loss, and the ghosts of every friend she couldn’t save, Andrea returns to Germany— a wounded wolf forced back into the world she left behind. But home is no longer the sanctuary she remembers. Old memories resurface, new dangers emerge, and a familiar face from her past threatens to break open everything she’s tried to bury. This is a story of grief, survival, and the painful journey toward rebuilding a life that war has shattered.

"Chu Zhaoyang, what are you doing unbuttoning?" Gu Nian stepped back. Chu Zhaoyang unbuttoned the last button of his shirt, "Sleep." "But it's daytime now, hey... weren't you going to sleep? Let me go first..." To outsiders, everyone thought that Master Chu was cold and face-paralyzed as if he didn't have any expression, but they didn't know that he was kidnapped when he was young and had nightmares every night. It wasn't until he met Gu Nian, that he suddenly felt that sleeping was quite enjoyable... He knew that there was someone living in her heart, and even if that person would never come back, all he had to do was to drive that person away and change the tenant in her heart. However, the person who should have been dead came back..... He said pitifully, "Gu Nian, I seem to be homeless." But Gu Nian pointed at his heart: "When you moved in, I signed a lifetime residence agreement with you." He laughed. .................................................... Hi guys, This time I'll try to translate one of my favorite novel that I've been a fan of. Since I can't find the novel in Webnovel, I thought about giving it a try to translate it. And, I would love to let you all enjoy this novel. Plus, if you know that this series is from the seven gentleman series. You may know that this novel is the third book before the story of Han Zuoli, The Long-awaited Mr Han