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Synopsis. Two Brothers. Two Lycan Princes. One dragon Princess. One brother holds her like she's breakable. The other fucks her like she is not. They have the same face. And She has no idea which one she's falling for. ** Tilly Ann Winchester was supposed to hate Chase Dubois at first sight. He was the "Whore of Troita." A rake. A demon spawn who made her ladies' maids lick his boots when they were ten. She's hated him for eight years. She's good at hating him. Then the engagement is announced. And Chase arrives at her castle. But he's not what she remembers. Some days he's in a wheelchair—quiet, hollow, exhausted. He holds her during panic attacks. He calls her Love. He makes her believe in tenderness. Other days he's on his feet—cocky, hungry, devastating. He pins her against walls, finger-fucks her in storerooms, makes her scream his name where anyone could hear. She tells herself she hates both versions of him. But her body doesn't care. Her heart doesn't care. And when she discovers she's pregnant—with twins—the truth finally shatters everything. There are two of them. Identical twins. One broken, one cruel. One who loves her quietly, one who burns for her loudly. And both have been lying to her face since the day they met. Now Tilly must decide: Which brother stole her heart? And which one will she choose to keep? Because the man she's falling for isn't her fiancé. He's the one who was never supposed to touch her at all. --- This is a steamy, twist-filled romantasy for readers who love enemies to lovers, mistaken identity, and falling for the wrong twin.

Lucia Watts was once the golden daughter of Tomasso City, born into an illustrious family, raised in love, and destined for brilliance. But at seventeen, she made one fatal mistake: she brought a stranger named Anna Smith into her home. That mistake destroyed everything. Betrayed by the woman she trusted, Lucia’s father was framed and sentenced to life imprisonment. Her family collapsed overnight. Her father died under the wheels of oncoming traffic. Her mother lost her sanity. The hospital that carried her family’s name was stolen. Lucia died that day. And Emma Wilson was born. Four years later, Emma returns as the elegant and untouchable director of a Swiss cosmetics empire. Beautiful, ruthless, and patient, she has only one purpose: to drag Anna Smith and everyone who helped her into hell. Her path of revenge leads her straight to Ricard Anderson, Anna’s fiancé, a powerful CEO, and the perfect weapon. Lucia approaches him knowingly, seduces him deliberately and lets him fall in love with her step by step. She uses his desire, his influence, and his devotion as pieces on her chessboard. Ricard knows the truth. He knows she is using him. He knows her love is a lie. And yet, he chooses to stay. “I know I’m just a pawn,” he says. “But I’m willing.” As secrets are exposed, traps are set and blood debts are repaid, love becomes the most dangerous variable. Lucia wins her revenge but at the cost of everything else. Because some love stories are never meant to be saved. And some women choose revenge over redemption. ... Umee say that: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

#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 --- If you enjoy this translation and want to support me, you can do so by donating or subscribing here: https://patreon.com/rikhi https://ko-fi.com/rikhi

My father sold me to settle a gambling debt. I didn't know until the man I'd been serving coffee to for two months pulled out my chair at a brunch table in Vail — with an engagement clause that had my name on it. Signed eight weeks ago. Without my knowledge. Without my consent. My father couldn't look at me. Cole Ashford couldn't stop looking. Cole is the CEO of Palisade and the leader of the 303 — an organization that controls more of Colorado than anyone is supposed to know about. He bought my father's debt in one night, told him the clause was worthless before the ink dried, and let him sign it anyway. He knows my lease. My roasters. My routines. He broke into my apartment while I was in Vail and left a cup of coffee brewed exactly the way I brew it — still warm when I walked through the door. I hated him. I hated more the way my body wouldn't agree. His voice landed behind my ribs and spread where it had no business spreading. His gaze dropped to my mouth and I felt it on my skin for hours. The most dangerous man in Denver looked at me like I was the only thing his empire couldn't buy. I built Treeline from three years of tips and a lease in Union Station. Now I'm discovering the ground beneath everything I built belongs to a man who doesn't take what he wants — he builds a world where what he wants walks in on its own. Every touch he takes gives him nothing. Granite and ice. Every touch I choose to give him changes everything. He thinks he claimed me. He's wrong. The only version of me worth having walks in on her own. And I haven't decided yet. ⸻ Slow burn · Enemies to lovers · He falls first · She decides last · Arranged marriage · Possessive hero · Strong female lead · Mafia · CEO

Framed for poisoning Lila (her sister) at the full-moon feast, Elena lost everything in one night. Her name, her pack, her future. The Shadowpine alphas sentenced her to death by exile. They chained her and shipped her north as tribute to the Blackthorn brothers; three feral lycan kings whose wolves had already started turning rogue. Darius, Kane, and Rylan Blackthorn rule the Frostfang territories with blood on their hands. Twenty years ago their father raped a witch’s daughter. The curse that followed branded the brothers: without a true fated mate their wolves would drive them mad in six months and force them to slaughter every living thing in the North. Elena is that mate. The second she steps into their hall the bond snaps tight. They knot her that same night, hard and without mercy, because the curse leaves them no choice. What starts as captivity turns into something darker. Elena carries latent alpha blood her pack hid from her. The bond wakes it. She learns to shift just enough to command their wolves when they lose control. She learns to want the violence they offer. She stops fighting the heat and starts using it. She walks back into Shadowpine with the brothers at her back and slits her father’s throat herself. ============================ The witch returns demanding Elena’s firstborn as payment. Pregnancy nearly kills her. Rival packs smell weakness and march north. Through it all the three alphas stay possessive, brutal, and unapologetic. They never soften into safe men. Elena never asks them to. She chooses them because they are the only ones strong enough to stand beside the queen she becomes. Knotted by the Three Feral Alphas is dark reverse-harem lycan romance that stays dark. No redemption arcs that erase the teeth. Just one woman who rises from chained prisoner to ruler of the frozen North while three cursed kings knot her, fight for her, and burn the world that tried to break her. WARNING!! MATURE AND 18+ CONTENT! THIS BOOK CONTAINS BRAVE NUDITY AND VOILENCE! VIEWER DESCRIPTION IS ADVISED!!! This book contains mature and potentially distressing scenes which are intended for adult readers only. It is not suitable for person under the age of 18. You will come across depictions of Graphic sexual content, Knotting, psychological manipulation and emotional abuse, grief, trauma and PTSD. Power imbalance and captivity, Domestic abuse These scenes are intentionally created and are necessary to the characters' journeys.

Amara Piers is living the dream everyone double-taps on Instagram. For ten years, Sebastian Creed hasn’t just been her husband; he’s been her entire world. As the charismatic CEO of a global empire, Sebastian is the man who has everything, yet he acts as if Amara is his only prize. The handwritten morning notes, the spontaneous anniversary trips to Paris, the way he looks at her as if she’s the only woman in the room—it was the "perfect" marriage. Or so she thought. The facade doesn’t crack; it shatters. On a mundane Thursday morning, a stranger delivers a sentence that turns Amara’s fairy tale into a psychological horror story: “Ma’am, I’m sorry... but your marriage certificate and your child’s adoption papers are both fake.” In one heartbeat, Amara realizes she isn’t a wife, and she might not legally be a mother. The man she worshipped hasn’t just been keeping secrets; he’s been orchestrating a decade-long performance. As the walls of her high-end life close in, Amara must face a terrifying reality: Sebastian Creed didn't marry her because he loved her. He "captured" her. Now, the woman who was once his greatest treasure is becoming his greatest threat. To reclaim her life and walk away from her husband's child, Amara must disappear from a man who has the resources to find anyone, anywhere. But how do you run from a man who knows your every thought before you even think it? She was the woman he claimed to love. Now, she’s the one woman he can’t be allowed to keep.

After waking from a bizarre dream, Suzy Kale discovers a horrifying truth—she’s transmigrated into an apocalyptic novel. And not as the heroine. She’s nothing more than a disposable side character destined to die after being betrayed by her own half-sister. With only three months left before the world descends into chaos, Suzy is determined to rewrite her fate this time around. She awakens her spatial ability ahead of schedule, stockpiles billions’ worth of survival supplies, and builds an impregnable safehouse to survive the coming disasters. Everything is going according to plan… Until she’s suddenly bound to a bizarre system known as the "Handsome Men Collection Guide." [Bind a qualified target to receive rewards.] [Close contact with targets increases your strength.] “…So this system basically wants me to flirt my way through the apocalypse?!” At first, she only approaches these men for the rewards and power boosts. But before long, the way they look at her starts becoming increasingly dangerous. "Wait a second... I only wanted the freebies. I never meant to make all of them fall for me!"

Family is a luxury not everyone can afford. Adelyn learned that the day Clara returned to the Scott family —and she quietly stopped belonging. No one abused her. No one hurt her openly. But the love that was once hers alone became divided. The attention that once chose her … became something she had to borrow. And whenever something precious stood between her and Clara —Adelyn was the one asked to let go. Not once. Not twice. But every single time. Her dreams. Her choices. Her place in the family. Her heart didn’t break in a single moment —it wore down slowly … until nothing remained worth fighting for. So, she erased herself from their world. Not in anger. Not in revenge. But to save what little of herself was left. ————— Seven years later, Adelyn returned. Not for the Scott family. Not for their love. She came back for the dreams she was once forced to abandon —and this time, nothing would be taken from her. No compromises. No sacrifices. Only her life. Her rules. She breathed in freedom. “No family…no shackles.” But just then— Two small arms wrapped around her legs. She stiffened. Looking down, she met a pair of familiar doe eyes staring up at her with unwavering trust. “Mama … Eira waited long for you. Don’t leave again.” …Mama? Before she could understand or react, a tall shadow fell over them. A man stood there —gaze sharp, cold, claiming —looking at her like she had belonged to him. “You dared to show up again?” Adelyn felt clueless. She would have asked him what he meant, however — Before she could speak — the ground vanished beneath her feet. A powerful arm lifted her effortlessly. “Since you dared …” his voice dropped —low, restrained, dangerous. “Don’t think of escaping again.

After dying in the apocalypse, betrayed by her boyfriend and best friend, Roanna “Rory” Smith wakes up in an Interstellar Beast World—a place where females are scarce and paired with multiple beast mates. But the quality of her mates depends on her rank. After five years of diligent work across the stars, Rory is blessed with incredible luck: she matches with nine extraordinary beasts. There’s just one problem—these nine male beasts either want to dissolve the match, ignore her, or try to swindle her wealth. Fed up, Rory decides to break all the matches and wait for a better batch. Then, suddenly, her mates come groveling for her attention, offering her all the power, riches, and status they possess. What kind of beastly magic is this?!

[A Year of Grace- Book 1] Nyxara When I woke up cold, leaning against a tree in the woods, I wondered if there were a few details I wasn't told by the angel who sent me here. It wasn’t long before the brothers I had lost in my past life found me—right as I was trying to find my way out of the woods. They brought me home to the parents who weren’t dead. Since I didn’t get this world’s Nyxara’s memories, I’m claiming amnesia due to trauma. When I was given the choice between redoing my own life or being sent to an alternate universe, I chose the second option. I didn’t want to deal with the shattered remains of my past. What I wasn’t told? While this is a very different life, some people from my old world are still making my life hell in this one. And now, they might have fangs, mind powers, or claws. I’m not the me in my last life, and I’m not the me of this life. So… who am I? On that note, what in the world is an alpha, beta, or omega? Looks like I have a lot to learn—and fast—if I want to graduate from the Sentinels of Accord Academy, let alone survive in a world filled with supernatural beings. It's a new exciting world just waiting for me to claim my place in it. Top 3 in the end of year competitions looks like a good start. This year is going to be amazing. (The romance is slow-burn. 6 mates in total. ) [Free until completion]

The Interstellar Era brought a new reality for humanity. Pollution and space pirates became the latest problems for the government. To Mu Ning, however, things weren't simple. At the height of her career, she got in an accident and ended up becoming a task executor. After completing countless missions and finally returning to her own world, she was greeted by two adorable twins… glaring at her. The worst part? They looked an awful lot like her. After digging deeper, Mu Ning almost wanted to beat herself up. Six years had passed since her accident, and another soul had taken over her body, leaving chaos everywhere. Bringing down her parents? Check. Ruining her sibling’s career? Check. Forcing a marriage with her long-time crush and earning the worst impression possible? Check. Mistreating her own children? Check. Destroying her entertainment company? Check. The checklist went on until Mu Ning’s head throbbed. Her only comfort was that she still knew tons of Earth recipes and had the spirit farmer to purify the land she owned. With danger hanging over her like a blade, Mu Ning had to fix everything and survive... while swearing to find the soul that messed up her life. And at the same time, she had to deal with her husband’s scheming white moonlight, an adopted daughter trying to steal her place, and a mother-in-law who couldn’t stand her! Rolling up her sleeves, Mu Ning let out a cold laugh. After living in so many worlds, very few things could truly scare her. ......................................................................... Extract 1: "Sign this divorce paper, if you still have even a little shame left." The cold, distant crown prince of the empire, Liam, looked at Mu Ning with complete indifference. Mu Ning felt her heart twist painfully. She had liked this man for more than five years. But some relationships simply couldn’t be forced. With a quiet sigh in her heart, Mu Ning signed the divorce papers. .......................................................................... Extract 2: [Alert! To survive, you must kiss Mu Ning within 10 seconds!] Liam blinked at Mu Ning with an innocent expression and blurted out, "Wife, my system is asking me to kiss you 10 times." System: "..." Liar! Mu Ning smirked coldly. "Get lost."

WARNING: ITS A 18+ BOOK Heena stretched on the warm sand, sipping coconut water. Finally, peace. No scheming heroines, no brooding male leads—just her and the ocean. “HEENA! MOTHER! I FOUND YOU!” Her eye twitched. Not now. Floating above the beach was a golden lion with sparkling wings. “System 547,” she said, gritting her teeth. “I’m on vacation.” “But the worlds are collapsing! Male leads are going crazy! Villainesses are dying! White lotus heroines are ruining everything!” “Not my problem.” “You’re the Black Lotus! Only you can fix this!” “Exactly why I deserve a vacation.” “No rules! Slap them, seduce them, team up with the villainess—anything!” Heena sipped her coconut. “If I say yes, triple points, rare items from every world, and six months vacation after.” “Done! Anything!” the lion shouted, tail wagging. Heena stood, brushing sand off. “Fine. Show me these broken male leads.” Her smirk was dangerous. . . . The portal threw Heena onto cold marble floors. Her head spun as чуж memories flooded in. Empress Celeste Ravencourt. Five husbands. A dying empire. “Great,” Heena muttered. “I’m the villain.” A tiny golden lion appeared beside her. “Welcome to World 12! You’re married to five powerful men who all hate you. They’re meeting tonight to poison you and crown the heroine instead.” “Let me guess,” Heena sighed. “White lotus?” “Lady Seraphina. Sweet, kind, system-backed. They’re all in love with her.” Heena rubbed her temples. The body was weak, starved, exhausted. No wonder Celeste died so easily. “Fine,” she said, pulling off the heavy jewelry. “That empress is dead. I’m not.” She chose a simple dark dress, tied her hair up, and met her reflection. The sadness vanished. Confidence took its place. At dinner, five men waited—cold, powerful, deadly handsome. Warriors, priests, generals, spies. Every one of them wanted her gone. Wine was poured into her glass. Poisoned. Obvious. They watched her closely. Heena lifted the glass, smiling lightly. “To new beginnings.” She drank it all. The silence cracked. Nothing happened. Their faces changed—shock, fear, disbelief. Heena leaned back, calm and smiling. “Now,” she said softly, “which one of you thought killing me would be that easy?”

After three years of marriage, Evelyn finally got pregnant. She thought it would be the happiest day of her life until her own husband’s hands pushed into hell her. Evelyn went to the company to inform Alain about her pregnancy, only to be met with the sight of him having sex with his secretary. Alain had betrayed her. “Let’s get a divorce,” he said, the three years of affection crushed like worthless paper. He showed no shame as he continued his affair right in front of her, under the guise of nakedness. “Fine,” Evelyn agreed. She looked proud and aloof. She swallowed the news of her pregnancy, holding it tight in her throat without uttering a word. But as she turned away, she burst into tears. She returned home, prepared the divorce papers, signed them, packed her belongings, and left. But on the way, Evelyn fainted because of her foetal derangement. A kind man took her to the hospital and left her with a beautiful wish. Other than that, she knew nothing about him. Five years later, Evelyn had a successful career and a peaceful life with her young son - Dennis. But one day, her son brought a strange man home, none other than Alain! Evelyn was stunned. Her ex-husband had returned, shamelessly begging her for forgiveness, wanting to regain her and Dennis. He wanted her to come back to him. But Evelyn didn’t agree. Despite Alain’s coercion, she refused. And at that moment, “he” suddenly appeared, unexpectedly and silently as he did five years ago. He pulled her up from the depths and slapped her ex-husband directly in the face with one sentence: “You’re not worthy of her.” ... Umee: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

Married to Mason Crawford for two years, Summer Thorne became the city's notorious jinx. As the legitimate Mrs. Crawford, she could only watch helplessly as her own family went bankrupt and her father was convicted, with no one willing to lend a hand. Mason Crawford looked at her coldly: "Summer Thorne, do you think anyone in Valois would dare to help you if I didn't give the word?" Everyone watched her hit dead ends everywhere, bruised and battered, standing by with cold indifference. Until that snowy night in the deep mountains, she was tricked by others and left to walk alone in the snow, when a man on horseback galloped over, pulled her onto his steed, and wrapped her in his embrace. * The first time they met, she lit a cigarette for him; The next time they met, he said, "Miss Thorne, how much are you planning to spend to buy me?" Timothy York, a gentleman from a prestigious family—upright, dignified, aloof, and noble, a man who had never made a single misstep, praised by everyone in Valois. Yet, on that one day, Summer Thorne was photographed leaving Timothy York's residence early in the morning. The entire city was in an uproar. The most unattainable flower of Valois had actually stolen another man's wife! * Everyone said Summer Thorne was a master of seduction, but they received Timothy York's four-word reply— "I initiated it." The wind rose in Sombren Forest, and snow fell into his arms. From the very beginning, it was he who initiated it.

Seraphina Sterling never would have thought that the man she loved for five years would ultimately take her and her son's lives for another woman and their children. Justin Hale: Seraphina Sterling, marrying you was just a means to legitimately take over the Sterling Family; loving you was just to get your bone marrow for my Fern; doting on you was just to take your son's kidney for my Fiona! Faye Sterling: Sister, this is the only value in your and your son's existence. Without you and your son, how could my mother and I possibly survive? Seraphina Sterling watched with her own eyes as her newborn son had a kidney forcibly taken from him, lying on the operating table like a broken rag doll, as tears of blood streamed from her eyes: Justin Hale, Faye Sterling, I will never let you go, even if I become a vengeful ghost! Unexpectedly, she was reborn, returning to the very year she was kicked out of the Sterling Family! In this life, she will trample Justin Hale under her feet and push him into hell! She will crush Faye Sterling into dust. She will shatter their hopes, crush their dignity, and corrupt their souls, using their blood as a sacrifice for her child! But what's the deal with this arrogant, narcissistic, and tsundere man who embodies wealth, power, and good looks? Why on earth is he so insistent on getting a marriage certificate with her!

In her previous life, she had misjudged people, mistaking enemies for kin. It wasn't until her body sank to the ocean floor that she had a sudden realization. Reborn seven years earlier, she grasped the Water-Repelling Pearl in hand, navigating unimpeded through lakes and oceans, ready to gather endless treasures. She vowed to carve out her own realm in the marine and collectibles industries. Before the conspiracies could even begin, she strategized every move. She would settle all past grievances—what was being a wealthy heiress? She would be the wealthiest of them all!

After failing her high school entrance exam, Tan You was punished by her mother to face the wall and reflect on her mistakes, and accidentally bound herself to a fledgling beauty system. Tan You originally thought the system was an omnipotent, heaven-sent savior, only to later discover it was just a useless little thing that could only shout "Good job!" Apart from being able to increase her beauty value, it was utterly useless. Yet, after binding to this system, Tan You had no choice but to run around everywhere for it, and thus began Tan You's magnificent and eventful life...

Bai Su, who transmigrated into a book set in the interstellar Beast World, has only one interest: making delicious food at the orphanage, raising children, and enjoying her hard-won new life. Future's great villains? The cubs are all super well-behaved in front of her! The Federation Leader comes to freeload a meal, and his disability is cured! The business emperor comes to freeload a meal, and his infertility is solved! The obese little female gets thinner the more she eats, gradually growing into the number one beauty of the Beast World. She also attracts the number one genius doctor of the interstellar era and the interstellar great captain. The villainous cubs, driving warships and controlling ten thousand beasts: "If you want to get close to our Mom, you'll have to withstand our cannon fire first!" The Federation Leader laughs in anger: "You dare to bomb my armory? Courting death!" The gloomy and bloodthirsty emperor: "A bunch of little trash! You think I'm afraid of you?" The doctor's face turns ashen: "Either give back my research results, or die!" The interstellar great captain dangerously shoulders a Barrett: "I see you're all dying to get locked up." Bai Su smiles and peeks her head out, holding a gleaming kitchen knife: "Time to eat! What are you all doing?" The big shots and the little villains, harmoniously putting their arms around each other's shoulders in a picture of fatherly love and filial piety: "Coming~~"

When she opened her eyes, she had inexplicably returned to twenty years ago, the first day of the apocalypse escape. "Classmate, you're a Superpower User, right? How about considering joining our special operations squad?" Looking at the man opposite her with sparkling, charming eyes, Xie Ning heartlessly refused: "Thanks, I have a team." "Ah, what team do you have?" "No team." "Right, you're beautiful, so whatever you say is right. How about this, you join our squad, and I will accompany you through wind and rain, and go through fire and water with you to clear dungeons and kill monsters." "Every single day, year after year?" "Mhm! I will work hard to make money, and only for you. How does that sound?" Xie Ning: ... After being reborn, her small Space has turned into a large, mobile villa, and she originally just wanted to live her own quiet little life in peace. Never did she expect to attract such a clingy, devilishly charming man. Question: How does one heartlessly and coldly reject a charmer? Waiting online for an answer, it's quite urgent...

In her past life, she was a wildly popular award-winning actress, yet she ended up with her family ruined and its members dead, while she herself was burned alive. After her rebirth, she is determined to change her destiny, not only to protect her second and third sisters, but also to uncover the truth behind the deaths of her father and brother. Returning to her twenty-two-year-old self, the once timid and terrible actress, Stella Lockwood, undergoes a drastic change in personality. Someone wants to slander her? She strikes back immediately. Someone wants to shelve her career? She makes a spectacular comeback. The scumbag from her past life wants to toy with her feelings again? Sorry, but this girl is already in a flash marriage... In her past life, there was a "despicable" mogul who was always trying to break her and the scumbag up. In this life, the mogul uses "shameless" tactics to force her into marriage. The scumbag rushes to her door, yelling furiously: "Stella Lockwood, how could you marry my youngest uncle?" The mogul, with a cold expression, immediately reprimands him: "Where are your manners? Address her as your aunt." Later on, she discovers that the mogul is actually the man she has been longing for... He says with a smile: "All along, you have been the one I cherish most in my heart. It was true when we were children, and it's even more so now."