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The Cube Queen's Apocalypse Feast

#NoCP #PlayingPig (This novel is one of my favorites. I’ve gone back and reread it about 5–6 times now.) Jing Shu has seen the end of the world, and it’s literally a storm of epic proportions, and she’s been given the ultimate do-over: a ten-year rewind. Thrown back in time to just two months before everything goes to hell, she has one mission: to make her apocalypse as comfortable as possible. Forget just surviving. While others are scrambling for canned beans, Jing Shu is building a fortified sanctuary, raising soon-to-be-extinct poultry for gourmet meals, and cultivating a garden of forgotten veggies. Armed with a mysterious evolving cube that grants her a private pocket dimension and a magical spirit spring water, she’s set to ride out the disaster in style. But what’s the point of living like a queen if you can’t enjoy a little revenge? The apocalypse is about to get a serious upgrade in style, and Jing Shu can’t wait for her enemies to see what they’re missing. Let them hear the sizzle of her steak and smell the aroma of her barbecue. Their despair is just the seasoning she needs. In a world where humanity itself is changing, mutating into powerful "New Humans" fused with the chaos, Jing Shu is ready to evolve right along with them. She’s got her cube, her spring, and a plan. The storm is coming, and she has a front-row seat. === English Original Title:《I'm planting a field in the end times》 (Note: Title adapted for tone and readability while preserving the story’s core themes.) Status: Completed
Reiya_Alberich · 228.3k Views

Crimson Sacrifice

Twenty two year old Fumiko goes to sleep rage-scrolling a “generic straight romance” otome game and wakes up inside it with a holographic HUD floating in front of her face. Title:Crimson Heirs of Everflame Player Character:Lady Fiametta von Ardentis Role: Villainess / Final Calamity Status: Terminally Ill (Irreversible) Genre:FIRE The body in the mirror isn’t her own: it’s the outrageously beautiful noblewoman destined to be the game’s last boss and most hated villainess. In the original *Crimson Heirs of Everflame*, Fiametta’s only endings were imprisonment, execution, or a beautifully animated death. Now, the system insists her illness is incurable even as she feels disturbingly healthy and the so called “FIRE” genre quietly explains itself: heightened emotions, irreversible consequences, and “reality bleed-through.” Worse, all the flags are wrong. The four powerful heroines who were supposed to loathe Fiametta now have their affection maxed out: * Crown Princess Seraphine , who announces their political engagement and clings like a devoted fiancée who would burn the world before letting Fia vanish. * Knight-Captain Elira, the empire’s sword, assigned as Fiametta’s personal escort. * Archmage Lyriel , whose cold logic melts whenever Fia’s name is mentioned. * Saintess Mira, the empire’s holy light, who prays for Fia with frightening intensity. In the game, they were routes Fumiko chased as a player. In this world, they are women who love Fiametta too much to let her go and perhaps too much to let her be free. Caught between a body marked by a terminal countdown, four heroines whose love already burns at maximum, and a system that treats reality like a script it can overwrite, Fumiko has to think like the gamer she used to be: * Map the routes in a world that no longer follows its own code. * Discover what “FIRE” really demands from its players. * Hack a fate labeled irreversible before the genre turns her life and the women who love her into ash. In a universe where love is fuel and every choice can ignite a catastrophe, the villainess of *Crimson Heirs of Everflame* must decide: Is she trying to survive her own story… or willing to burn with them, if that’s the only ending left?
MadWriterlua · 6k Views

Scarred Hearts: Book 1

EXCERPT: "I am not your wife." His humorless smile taunted me. "Our marriage certificate says otherwise." "I don't remember getting married to you, or ever getting involved with you." His fingers dragged down to my jawline, brushing over the skin with feather-like touches. "That's alright. I'll remember for both of us." "I don't want to be with you." Tears filled my eyes against my will. "Where's my family?" "I'm right here, Dahlia. I am your family now. It doesn't matter that you don't remember now. I'll remember for the both of us." . . . He says I chose him. I don't remember why. The last thing I expected after waking up from a nine-month-long coma was a man attached to my side, claiming to be my husband. But there he was. Calm, infuriatingly composed, so sure of himself, and dangerously good at making me believe we were something real. All I have are vague pieces of a night I can't forget and a man I'm not sure I can trust. Maybe he's my ruin. Maybe he's my salvation. Either way, he claims I'm his forever. *** She doesn't remember the night she chose me. One impulsive night in Vegas tied us together forever. One I could never forget. Now she looks at me like I'm a stranger. Maybe I am. The smartest, most selfless thing to do would be letting her go, letting her find her way back to me, but I'm not as selfless. I'm as selfish as they come, and this time, I wasn't letting her slip through my fingers; not to fate, not to fear, and not even to death. This time, I was going to take her heart, too.
miiimiii · 3.3k Views

Before It Started

The night sky over the Eastern Base burned a deep crimson. Flames devoured the steel walls that once promised safety, while the screams of the dying echoed through the cold wind. The stench of blood mixed with smoke, and the ground was littered with the bodies of soldiers, civilians... and Zombies. Ashira Vale staggered through the chaos, blood dripping from the wound on her side. Her breath came in short, sharp bursts. Each step felt heavier than the last, but she didn't stop. She couldn't. She had fought too hard to die like this. Yet... she had been left behind. She turned around, slashing down a lunging zombie with trembling hands. The gate slammed shut right in front of her face as metal scraped against metal, sealing her fate outside. The people she once trusted, those she fought for, bled for, were gone. Not because they died. Because they left her. "You're too dangerous to keep around, Ashira." That voice still echoed in her mind, cold and sharp as the wind cutting through the smoke. Her teammates. Her so-called allies. The people who swore to fight beside her... had used her. And when she was no longer useful, they threw her away. She remembered the cold look in their eyes when the gate shut. The smirk on one of their faces. The whispered words that cut deeper than the wound in her body. Betrayal. That was her final taste of humanity. She stumbled toward a burning truck, the firelight reflecting in her bloodstained eyes. Every breath hurt, but the pain didn't matter anymore. The world had already ended. She glanced at the barricade she once guarded, now nothing more than twisted steel and burning corpses. The walls that once symbolized hope were falling apart, just like the trust she'd once had in people. The Eastern Base... the last stronghold of survivors. Ashira tilted her head to the sky, watching as smoke smothered the stars. Her lips curled into a faint, bitter smile. "So this is how it ends... for me." Her voice cracked as she looked at the horizon. "Even the end of the world, can't kill betrayal." She smiled bitterly. Her fingers loosened around her weapon as she sank to her knees. In her fading vision, the shadows swarmed closer—hundreds of undead closing in from every side. But just before they reached her, a faint light flickered before her eyes— like a broken screen glitching. [System initializing...] [User: Ashira Vale - detected fatal condition.] [Rebirth protocol activating.] [Returning to checkpoint: Nineteen (19) days before the outbreak.] Her heartbeat slowed. And as her body was swallowed by darkness, a final thought crossed her mind— a vow whispered between blood and regret. "This time... I'll change everything." ^^ REMINDER: This was another version of what you might think of about zombie apocalypse, This is all about survival with the help of power. Surviving is more than just staying alive. It's keeping your mind intact when the world's already gone mad. It's sleeping with one eye open trusting no one but still hoping someone's out there. It's learning when to run. When to fight and when to stay quiet enough when the dead pass you by. It's the constant battle between fear and hope knowing every day could be your last, but choosing to live is more than that...
MITSYBITSY · 5.4k Views

ANCHOR OF HEARTS

[Slow Burn Romance & Mature Contents] Living behind a carefully crafted disguise, Selina Seth once believed she had finally grasped the dream she had yearned for: marrying the man she had admired from a distance. She envisioned a life filled with joy and love, a fairy tale where he would sweep her off her feet and transform her world. But as the years rolled by, Selina's reality shattered under the weight of Zane’s cold indifference. For two long years, she devoted herself silently, only to be blindsided by a harsh truth—she was merely a pawn in Zane’s plans. Devastation washed over her as she buried her feelings deep inside, vowing to take control of her own life once and for all. Just when she believed she could finally break free, fate dealt her another blow—she discovered she was pregnant with Zane’s child. Determined, Selina embarked on a journey of self-discovery, rising higher than those expectations from those who looked down on her. But she couldn't have a taste of a peaceful, single life when Zane is relentless in not letting her go, no matter the cost. But, this time, Selina isn't the same person who'd risk her heart to be trampled on. This time she's different and wants nothing to do with him. ...... AN: I apologize for the delay in updates as he re-upload the chapters. I hope you continue to support me, add to your library and in any way you can because involvement is my motivation. A heartfelt thank you to the readers who always stick with my story. I'm trying my best to do better with my story progress, and pardon my inconsistency.
LilyKim · 40k Views

Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands

There are times—far too many times—when you feel that uncontrollable urge to kill someone. For Kaya, this… this was exactly that moment. “Repeat what you just said?” She’d seen hell on the battlefield—second-in-command of a military unit, dodging bullets, dragging traitors by the collar, and coming out alive with grit under her nails. But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared her for the sight of her spineless husband flirting with her own sister. Right in front of her. “I could never marry a barbarian like you. The one I... I like is Meera—” Blah blah. The same pitiful nonsense again. You think—what could possibly be worse than this? And then, right on cue, your idiotic sister chimes in, completely serious, “I just poisoned you.” Wow. BANG. Before anyone could even react, Meera collapsed. Dead. Her so-called husband gasped like a fish dragged out of water. “Y-you…” He dropped to his knees, staring at Kaya like he was seeing a monster rise from the dark. “You killed your sister?! How could y—?” BANG. Second bullet. Same spot. He dropped like a puppet with its strings cut. Silence. ... Just when Kaya thought her story had finally reached its bitter end, the universe—no, god himself—decided to throw in one last, ridiculous twist. “Wife… wife, didn’t you say you were gonna eat me? Why’d you stop?” A snake beast, ridiculously charming and glowing like some immortal fantasy, clung to her, eyes gleaming. Another voice interrupted. “Shut up! My wife wants to cuddle me now—” A sparrow beastman leapt into her arms, like that made any sense. “Hic… wife, don’t you want me anymore?” A panda-like beastman sat beside her, huge, sniffly, and wronged like a child abandoned at a festival. Sitting in the middle of all this, Kaya was absolutely dumbfounded. ‘When the hell did all of this even start?’
K1ERA · 516.4k Views