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[Rebirth + Abuse of Trash + Sweet Love] In her previous life, Su Li was blind and helped her husband to ascend to a high position. When he became successful, she abandoned him. Her grandfather's family and her father, the Shangshu, who had lived a clear and upright life, were decapitated and beheaded. She herself died with two bodies and could not close her eyes. God has eyes and she was reborn. In this life, she protects her relatives and steps on scumbags and bitches. When the scars faded, her appearance was stunning. Her medical skills were superb and amazing. ... A certain prince who was upright and elegant outside was clinging to the beauty in his arms: "This prince feels uncomfortable all over, and I need Li'er to check it out." Love this translation? Support me on Patreon for early access, exclusive content, and more! Your support keeps the translations coming—subscribe today! Join me on Patreon: Patreon.com/flokixy

“Merely countering my attacks….” Our swords met again, sparks flying like fire and shadow entwined, and for a moment, the world shrank to nothing but steel, breath, and the silent rhythm of life and death. “…will gain you nothing” The provocation worked. His eyes narrowed, a flash of a smile tugging at my lips, and Yugo attacked. He moved with precision and speed; each strike was a challenge. We separated from a moment, each of us ready for the next strike— I made my move, stepping forward to strike—but then—suddenly—I froze. Pain erupted before I even realized it. A sharp arrow tore through the air and pierced me from behind. My breath caught in my throat. Another followed almost instantly, thudding into my shoulder The metallic taste of blood flooding my mouth. My heart pounded. Blood poured freely from my abdomen and shoulder, warm and biting as it ran down my skin. A third arrow struck my hand, reason why I had to let go of my sword. I saw how he froze, caught off guard by the sight. I stepped back, instinctively pressing my hands against the blood gushing from my wounds, the warmth sharp against my skin. Yet a smile curved my bloody lips Behind me, the cliff yawned, the cold wind rushing up from its depths, carrying the scent of snow and stone. “Yugo...” I whispered, voice strained but calm, “…if I am bound by the four pillars of the judgment chamber one more time---" “---I will confess.” The snow swirled around us, carried on the bitter winter breeze. “I confess… that I did, slaughter and murdered the city” “…This time I will not defend myself--- you know.” The winter breeze swept past, carrying flakes of snow that fell silently from the darkened sky. “Arsinoe—" I smiled, even as the arrow burned through me. “Because this time… it is no longer accusation. I committed a crime Yugo. I brought this fucking rebellion, and myself is the witness to their desperate, begging cries.” I saw him step forward instinctively eyes wide, as I let myself fall backward over the cliff’s edge. Everything seemed so slow, as I hovered in the midair Wind whipped past, tugging at my hair. As a tiny glacier of snow drifted lazily from the midnight sky, glittering like frozen fire. The moon hung impossibly high, fascinating. Casting a pale light that made the snowflakes shimmer like stars falling just for me. My chest raced, heart hammering against ribs…. …. Yet my lips curved into a smile.

Ivy Calloway doesn't have options. Her father's debt is drowning her family and the only way out is a contract marriage to a man she has never met Julian Ashford, London's most controlled, most unreachable billionaire. The terms are clean. The timeline is fixed. Her feelings are not part of the arrangement. She expects cold. rationally cold. What she doesn't expect is the piano music through the closed door at midnight. The coffee is made exactly right before she asks. The way he looks at her when he thinks she isn't watching like she's a problem he already solved but keeps returning to anyway. What she doesn't expect is the truth. Julian chose her. Not randomly. Not practically. Eighteen months before the contract, before the lawyers, before any of this, he wrote her name in the margin of a gallery catalogue and didn't know what to do with it. The marriage was his way of making something right. What it became is harder to explain. But Julian has never once let someone see the interior of him. He manages everything his work, his reputation, his feelings, and now, quietly, disastrously, her. He pays off her past without asking. Clears her mother's medical bills without telling her. Makes decisions about her life with the precision of a man who has never once been told that love does not work like damage control. When Ivy finds out, she leaves. And Julian stands in the dark hallway of the most beautiful house she has ever lived in and reads a note that says: I needed you to want me because of me. Some men protect the people they love by building walls around them. Some women have spent their whole lives learning to see through walls. The Name He Kept is a slow-burn, emotionally charged billionaire romance about a man who chose a woman before he knew what choosing meant and a woman who has to decide whether being wanted before she knew she was being wanted is the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to her, or the most frightening. It might be both. It probably has to be.

The Desert Kingdom would trade dreams slipping away like grains of sand for illusions that shimmered like mirages; and the Abyssal Realm wandered among shadows, yet drowned in the heart of the light. And he - the ruler of the Frozen Throne - would spread his dominion into mortal hearts and sow suffering there. As for me, I was a Tear Collector born from the echo of fate. I gathered weeping souls, touched their memories, and gently embraced their cold, hardened hearts. This is how the Realm of Tears was protected; it was sacred, unyielding, and merciless toward the lost.

Something long forgotten is beginning to stir again. Queen had lived a quiet, ordinary life-until the moment she met him. A man who feels familiar in ways she can't explain. A pull she doesn't understand. Some bonds were never meant to fade. And some... refuse to stay buried 2+ new chapters uploaded every week

A luxury-obsessed modern woman, Lavayla Kingsley, wakes up in a brutal beast world with nothing but her pajamas, her tote bag… and a mouthy system that roasts her more than it helps. At first, she was sure it was a dream — clinging to denial. But that illusion shatters the moment she stumbles across an abandoned beast baby in the forest… right as a monstrous python slithers in to make it a snack. Lavayla — who has only ever witnessed violence through a screen — does the most human thing possible: she panics, and saves the kid anyway, at the cost of her life. That one reckless, heroic, absolutely-what-were-you-thinking act binds her fate to the Beastworld forever… because the baby she rescued just so happens to be the nephew of one of the fiercest, most powerful, and most desired Beastmen on the continent. And now? That terrifying uncle wants to know who the strange human woman cradling his bloodline is. Now she’s stuck juggling a sarcastic survival system with questionable morals, a beastbaby who somehow counts as her “first mission,” territory wars, beastman politics, and man-eating creatures. But Lavayla Kingsley is nothing if not stubborn — and if the universe thinks dropping her into a savage world with no good food, no proper shelter, no shower, no proper clothing, no wifi, and no will to live is enough to break her? Hell fucking yes it is! Someone get her out of here, please!

Aarohi never planned to marry a stranger. She only wanted time. Time to save her mother. Time to breathe. Time to survive. Kabir Raichand is a global billionaire known for building hospitals and changing lives. To the world, he is flawless. Untouchable. Controlled. Behind closed doors, he runs something far more dangerous. When Aarohi signs a two-year contract marriage with him, she believes she is trading her freedom for security. She doesn’t know she is walking into a world of power, secrets, and enemies who don’t miss.

WARNING: 18+ content story. Mission: 100 power stones. Current: 34 power stones. Double update promised once mission goal has been met. Sold for three grains of rice, Elara was meant to be nothing—a pawn in a game of power she didn’t understand. But the moment she stepped into the palace, her life became a battlefield of desire, obsession, and secrets. King Kaelis, cursed and cold, rules with iron and fire. No one bends his will… except her. She cannot read him, cannot control him, and yet, he dominates her every thought. As jealousy, lust, and dark ambition clash within the palace walls, alliances will crumble, hearts will break, and even the strongest minds will falter. In a world where destiny cannot be escaped and betrayal hides behind every smile, Elara must navigate deadly schemes, forbidden desires, and a love that consumes all reason. To survive… she must become untouchable.

The world knows her as Aven Ray-a star who has everything. But the day she signs her divorce, everything changes. A strange book.A single moment. And suddenly- She's no longer Aven Ray. She's Elara. A maid in a royal palace. No power. No fame. No control. And him?The man she was ready to leave- is now the king. Cold. Untouchable. And still infuriating. But there's one thing that hasn't changed- She refuses to bow. "I refuse this role."

A prideful snake who bowed to no one—until he became a jealous husband. A snow tiger beast warrior feared and respected, reduced to an obedient husband. A wolf known as a Casanova, who never stayed—until he chose loyalty. And a selfish merman who learned generosity for the first time, expecting nothing in return for his prized possession. All of them changed after meeting one woman... After sniffing in an impossible scent. Her name is Arinya. …And unfortunately for this world, that’s me, haha. *** I wrote a book once. It was an unhinged fantasy born from my high-school brain, driven by loneliness and too many hormones. It was a world of beastmen, wild freedom, and the kind of romantic attention I could never get in real life. I poured every impossible desire into it: adventure, danger, and yes… a 'lot' of handsome partners. Before I knew it, I had a thousand chapters of pure escapism and pure thrill. Then on a college camping trip, I fell off a cliff. I expected to wake up in a hospital room but nope. I woke up on a soft field of grass, with air too fresh to belong anywhere on Earth. And then something moved behind me. Sticking out of my tailbone was... A tail. My tail? Yellow and black stripes and very, very real. I touched it. Completely real. My ears? Also gone—well, moved. They were now perched on top of my head like a confused jungle cat. And the outfit? Quite revealing, made of animal hide which matched my tail. What was going on? At first, I thought it was a prank. Or a dream. Or maybe karma is finally cashing in. But the more foreign memories evaded my mind, the clearer my situation became. This wasn't cosplay and it wasn't Earth, either. And—surprise—it wasn't even the world from my own book. Welp. I had been transported into a completely different Beastman world as a beast girl called Arinya. Sounds fun, right? Well… it would be, if I weren't apparently the ugliest duckling in the entire freaking savannah! Rejected by every potential mate I stumbled across and sneered at like a freaking eyesore. This was not how I planned my fantasy to come to reality. Trust me—if this is my fantasy come true, then someone needs to fire the author. But then again, after entering this world, I'm suddenly... Attractive. I mean, there's no change to my face and the freckles are still there, but for some reason, handsome beastmen begin to flock around me, wanting to be my mate because I smell... Pleasant. What's that all about?

A quiet, intimate story about Rain, a young maid serving a strict queen whose only demand is perfect stillness. Each morning Rain kneels on the cold stone floor while the queen reads, and the silence between the pages grows longer day by day. As the routine repeats, Rain’s body adapts — the pain fades, her breathing slows, and her awareness shifts to small details: sunlight moving across the floor, the scratch of a pen, the scent of old paper. The queen rarely speaks, but her few questions — “Why do you stay still?” “How long can you stay still?” — open a new space between them. This isn’t a story about punishment; it’s about training, physical discipline, and the unspoken bond that forms between maid and queen through silence itself.

(Protagonist Isekai + Character Persona Reversal + Comedy + Plot Brainstorm + Genderbend MC; all plotlines are from the author's imagination, character fans please proceed with caution) Have you ever considered that there might be another version of [Fate's] script? What if March 7th became a cold, elegant beauty, transforming into the new generation "Ice Cube" of the team... What if the Dragon Lord power Dan Heng inherited was the "healing" half, burdening him with the train's logistics management... What if the Welt who came to this world was the world-saving, transcendent version... What if even under her dignified and graceful exterior, Himeko also hid a little-known heart... With the appearance of characters like the ultra-high-presence Arlan, the trashy Asta who likes to raise "Pompoms", the genius Herta with super social anxiety, and others, the original "Trailblaze" journey begins to unfold along another storyline. --- Advance chapters: patreon.com/ReruoIzayoi

“Do not expect a husband, Woman. I have no room in my chest for a heart– only the King’s law.” I flinched, my eyes filling with fresh tears at the cruelty of his words. "My Lord, I only-" “Be silent,” he spat, not even looking at me. "You are no wife. Only a burden I must now carry across the kingdom.” He gripped my upper arm with a painful force, his strength bruising and indifferent, as he dragged me toward the towering, battle-scarred warhorse. “If you have any dignity left in you, stay downwind and out of my sight. Looking at you is a chore I no longer wish to endure."

Warning: Heavy sexual content and a fucked up male lead. Throw morally grey out the window. Excerpt: "Do you trust me?" His hand drifted to her neck. If he had asked her to walk into the fire with him right then, to tumble willingly into chaos, she would have said yes without hesitation. Her entire body shivered as she nodded, heart hammering, her pulse a wild drum against her ribs. "Always use your words, Bambola. Do you trust me?" he asked again. "Yes…yes…" Her back arched against him instinctively, skin flushed and glistening, every nerve screaming, every muscle taut and alive. Luca's other hand tightened at her neck, squeezing until she gasped for breath. The sensation was exquisite and terrifying, every nerve ending alight as he manipulated the fine line between restriction and pleasure. Vee squeezed her eyes shut, nails digging into his arm as she clung to him, her breath rattling in her chest. He sensed her reaching the edge and drove her closer, the hand at her neck tightening harder. "Luc…" she choked out, a fragmented plea that shattered as her body convulsed, releasing a hot, desperate wave against his fingers and the rug beneath them. Synopsis: She insulted the devil. He decided to own her. Veronica Scalese walks into New York’s elite club, ‘Commissioned’ by accident—and mouths off to the wrong man; Luciano Genovese popularly known as ‘The Devil’. He grants favours but gets your soul in return. When Luca comes to collect a debt from her father, the payment demanded is flesh. Veronica becomes both Luca’s weakness and his obsession. He burns his empire to the ground to keep her. Undressed by the Mafia God is a mafia romance story where power is foreplay, love is a liability, and the most terrifying thing a god can do… is fall. From the author that brought you: 1. Defying The Rogue Alpha 2. The Vampire's Luna 3. Undressed By His Arrogance

When Oleksandr Motuzenko, a Ukrainian high school senior, wins a one-year scholarship to study in South Korea, he expects a fun, easy exchange year — a break before university. Instead, he’s thrown into a whirlwind of culture shock, fame, music, and complicated feelings. Between joining a student band, falling for someone he shouldn’t, and navigating rivalries and heartbreak, Oleksandr learns that being fine isn’t about keeping it together — it’s about learning who you are when everything’s falling apart.

The Billionaire’s Forsaken Bride On what should have been the happiest day of her life, Ariana Vale is abandoned at the altar by the man she loves. Publicly humiliated and accused of a betrayal she never committed, she is cast aside by Damian Wolfe—the cold, powerful billionaire who once swore to protect her. Broken but not defeated, Ariana disappears, carrying a life-changing secret. Five years later, she returns—no longer the naive woman who begged for love, but a successful and independent force in her own right. By her side is a brilliant little boy who shares the unmistakable features of the Wolfe dynasty. Damian is stunned when he discovers the truth. The woman he discarded has risen beyond his reach… and the child he never knew exists calls another man “father.” Determined to reclaim what he lost, Damian sets out to win Ariana back. But trust, once shattered, is not easily rebuilt. As buried secrets surface and old enemies close in, they must confront the painful past that tore them apart. In a world ruled by wealth, power, and pride, can love survive betrayal? Or is this billionaire already too late to claim his forsaken bride?

Synopsis After wrapping months of nonstop filming, A-list actress 'Su Long' finally collapses from exhaustion in her hotel room. But when she wakes up… she isn’t in the real world anymore. She has transmigrated into the very historical drama she just finished acting in. Even worse.... she’s not the heroine. She has become Su Long, the notorious evil wife of the powerful General Fu and the cruel stepmother of his two young sons. In the script, this woman’s ending is miserable; exposed, abandoned, and left to die alone. And she has awakened on the very day the Fu family is framed for treason, stripped of titles, and sentenced to exile. But unlike the original Su Long… this Su Long has a secret. A calm voice grants her a system, along with an infinite storage space a world within a world, filled with resources, tools, medicine, and endless potential. As guards escort the disgraced family toward exile, Su Long simply crosses her arms and smirks. > “Exile? Ha! I have an infinite space.” Determined to rewrite fate, she decides three things: 1- survive 2- protect her two little boys, including her in-laws 3- and turn the cold, indifferent General Fu into her little fan boy.

In a werewolf pack that despised weakness, Aphrodite learned to survive by staying quiet, keeping her head down, and enduring cruelty in silence. The Alpha heirs hated her. The future Beta and Gamma made her life unbearable. When she finally breaks and seeks freedom at the Moon Goddess temple, she does not find release. She finds truth. Aphrodite is not human at all. She is a rare white wolf, descended from an ancient Direwolf bloodline long believed extinct. The ritual meant to sever her ties awakens her wolf instead and with it comes the scent of five mates bound to her by fate. The Alpha twins who once scorned her now cannot stay away. A human hunter walks beside her and proves that strength is not born of fangs or dominance. A cursed Wolf King holds the key to her past and her father’s imprisonment. And watching from the shadows is one who was never meant to interfere at all. As gods fall, packs fracture, and war reshapes the world, Aphrodite must decide what destiny truly means. Is it submission to fate or the courage to choose her own path. Love does not come in one form. Neither does power. In a world ruled by gods and wolves, Aphrodite will become something neither ever expected. Not a queen. But the axis upon which the world turns.

Eleni’s flower shop is dying, her brother is sick, and her 6-year-old daughter Mia is the only light in her world. When the "King of Shadows," Ben, offers to buy her soul along with her debts, Eleni has no choice. The deal? Hide his illegal gold beneath her roses. The risk? If she’s caught, she loses her life. If she stays, she might lose her heart to a monster who doesn't believe in love. In a city of blood and petals, can a rose survive the winter of the underworld?