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Rebirth: The Courtyard Bride Is Cool and Radiant

Upon transmigration, Yun Yi became the love-struck damsel with a name homophonic to her own, Chuyunyi. The original owner was not only schemed against in her work but also deceived into signing up to go to the countryside. Inadvertently discovering that the person who claimed to like her was secretly meeting someone else behind her back, she finally understood that it was all their manipulation. When she was disheartened and received the news of her grandfather's accident, she became so devastated that she perished atop the mourning hall. Yun Yi used their own methods against them, seizing her work back with thunderous means, turning the schemers of the original owner's family into social pariahs. She also conveniently broke off the engagement with the fiancé who looked down on the original owner. Pah, who knows who will look down on whom in the future? Looking at the golden finger she obtained by chance, she sighed within her heart, "A blessing in disguise." As for searching for relatives? Just let nature take its course. She had no intention of bringing a bunch of ancestors on herself—the identity of a lone girl suited her just fine. The first time they met, she got a nosebleed from the basketball he tossed... The second time they met, she was mistaken for an accomplice, and the two escaped danger with tacit cooperation... The... Nth time they met, she almost became the man's cure, what kind of twisted fate was this... A piece of double-sided embroidery had the Pu'er tea-loving and women-abstinent Huo Si chasing after her like mad, banging his head against the wall for her. People in the compound praised Huo Si's righteousness, yet they didn't know his sacrifice for the family was only a blind, so he could stand by her side openly and legitimately. The little woman leaned on his shoulder, her voice soft and aggrieved, "They all don't like me. They even say I'm a vixen who used tricks to seduce you." Huo Si, towards those who had harmed and schemed against her, arrogantly declared: Zero tolerance. He made them 'slap themselves in the face' with his actions. She is his scale that must not be touched! The thrice-lovesick husband is online!
Spring Splendor in the Garden · 2.1m Views

Claimed By The Mafia Prince

“You think I didn’t see it?” Cillian’s voice was low behind me, clipped in that way that meant he was holding something back. “I didn’t invite him to stare,” I said. His hand came up anyway, settling at my hip like an anchor I hadn’t asked for. “It becomes my problem when you put yourself in situations where men decide they can touch you with their eyes,” he said. “I can take care of myself,” I shot back, twisting slightly, though his hand stayed firm, steady. His thumb pressed in, a quiet warning. “You don’t get to walk away from me into places that can hurt you.” I lifted my chin. “And you don’t get to decide what I’m afraid of.” For a moment, the air between us felt tight enough to break. Then his other hand came up, fingers brushing my jaw, tilting my face just enough that I had to meet his eyes. I hated the way my body reacted to the nearness, the way he stood there like a wall I could lean into or slam against. “Let go,” I said. His gaze dropped to my mouth, then lifted again. “Say it like you mean it.” *** My father sold me to marry the mafia prince. Yes, sold. No returns, no warranty. So, I did the only reasonable thing a sane woman would do: I ran. With a new name and a quiet life in a small college town, I built something close to normal. It almost worked. Then Cillian Volkov found me. He stepped into my world like he owned the air in it and waited for me to remember that contracts written in blood did not dissolve just because I changed my name. Cillian was calm in the way predators are calm. Controlled. Unimpressed by my attitude. Annoyingly unmoved by my attempts to be invisible. And the worst part? My body reacted to him like it had forgotten which side it was on. I was not a damsel. I was not innocent. I was not interested in becoming a mafia prince’s consolation prize. But in a world where debts did not disappear and men like him did not lose what they claimed, running might not have been the bravest thing I had ever done. It might have been the dumbest.
crystally_rain · 13.1k Views

Villainess Marked For Her Alpha

I blinked awake in a penthouse suite overlooking neon-lit skyscrapers, my phone buzzing with notifications from the social feeds everyone obsesses over. Yeah, me, Emily the broke barista, got herself transmigrated into 'Alphas' Eternal Knot,' that addictive novel about cutthroat elites in a world ruled by alpha-omega pheromones. Think corporate empires meets scandalous romance—alphas command boardrooms and hearts, omegas get lavish indulgence—or drama. As 'villainess' Emily Leonhart, heir to a fashion dynasty, I was billed as a 'rare' female alpha—destined to sabotage the sweet omega heroine before the four alpha male leads exposed and ruined me. A cliché novel in which the villainess gets defeated—and boom! Everyone gets their own happy ending. My plan? Well, it was simple... I mean, I didn't want to compete for the heroine with them. Then again, I don't have any interests in the male leads too. But then, there was a plot twist—my heat slams in like a spotlight malfunction—flushes, tremors, total meltdown. "I'm an omega?!" I gasped. Turns out the novel lied; my "alpha" aura didn't even exist! My predecessor was hiding her omega biology. And this very thing was found out by the male leads, who hated me. Now I'm dodging their advances like a pro, and ignoring their persistent calls. Yet, that wasn't enough. The heroine—Lily was an alpha! What the heck! Slamming me against the wall, she sniffed me while giving me a dark possessive look. "Why are you running?" "Me? I... I-I am not... r-running, Lily..." "Then, why don't let me mark you?" "No!!" Juggling four 'unwanted' male alphas and one relentless heroine-alpha fixated on marking me, and my omega instincts that keep making me flush at the worst moments. Can I survive Lily's next bold move without getting claimed in the society pages? Extra Tags:- Female Protagonist, Omega Protagonist, Bottom Protagonist, Business Building, Multiple Love Interests, Yandere, Beautiful Female Lead Disclaimer: It’s just a novel—don’t be serious. As the author of this novel, I would like to say that—all the characters are from my imagination—they don't have any sort of existence in the real world. Nah! Nope, they don’t. Trust me—this is just a novel. So, there are themes in the story that might be disturbing. But let me tell you—I condone them, and I suggest you to take everything as fictious storytelling. There is no need to think over it. And if you find it very disturbing then, I request you to not read this novel any further. Also, I would like to apologize to anyone who might get hurt by this novel. Remember—it's just a novel, and I don't encourage any of my characters' absurd 'decisions.' Thank you. P.S: All the images are AI generated.
Tanmay_Kar · 200.1k Views
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WTF! The SSS-Class Hidden Profession is Actually a Slime Warrior

Mark Howe was a bit of a coward. He had always been terrified of death—and even more terrified of anything that might disturb his quiet life, which he viewed as his only shield against a savage world. But suddenly... After unexpectedly dying in his sleep, Mark wakes up in a worn-out apartment, inhabiting a new body with his same name. He soon realizes that his predecessor committed suicide after being rejected dozens of times...And debts estimated at hundreds of thousands. Even though he was one of the "Chosen Humans"—the Awakened—his class was a complete joke. It was "Unranked," a profession known as... [Slime Warrior]. To Mark, it sounded more like a prank than a profession. Having been given a second chance at life, he was ready to accept his fate. But then, the world trembled. [The Wisdom Lord System apologizes for the delay in classification...] [Converting (Unranked) to (SSS-Class)...] [An Awakened with immeasurable potential has been detected. Issuing a Global Announcement...] In an instant, every Awakened across the globe received a notification: A new SSS-Class powerhouse had emerged. Global guilds, superpowers, and international federations are now in a frantic race to recruit him, with some nations even claiming him as their own. Suddenly, Mark felt his plans to steer clear of the Awakeners' troubles and avoid dying again crumbling away. At the same time, he realized he needed to grow stronger just to protect himself—all while keeping his talent hidden from everyone. But he failed. Meanwhile, Mark Howe looks at his mysterious neighbor and asks: "My dear neighbor... are you actually a Queen in disguise? Don't tell me you want to recruit me too?"
Master_immortal1 · 10.2k Views
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SPIDER-MAN: THE WANDERER

Meet Marco Rivera, a 22-year-old Filipino-Spanish photojournalist and freelance aid worker based in Manila. He travels constantly, documenting conflict zones, natural disasters, and humanitarian crises across the globe for an international news agency. During an assignment deep in the Amazon rainforest, Marco is bitten by a spider unlike anything catalogued by science. Ancient. Massive. Glowing faintly gold. Indigenous guides from a nearby tribe refuse to speak its name. Within 48 hours, Marco has the full suite: wall-crawling, superhuman strength, a web-shooter he engineers himself from materials he finds or steals in whatever country he lands in, and a precognitive spider-sense so sharp he can feel danger three seconds before it materializes. The difference between Marco and every other Spider-Man? He has no city. His beat is the whole world. Every arc takes him to a different country. He stops a weapons trafficking ring operating between Lagos and Marseille. He dismantles a child labor network hiding inside rare earth mines in the Democratic Republic of Congo. He faces a Spider-Man equivalent in Tokyo, a vigilante called Kumo, who operates by a completely different moral code. He gets stranded without his gear in rural Kazakhstan and has to improvise. He falls for a Médecins Sans Frontières doctor named Isla Brennan in Beirut and keeps losing her every time the next disaster pulls him somewhere new. His greatest enemy is not a supervillain at first. It is a man named Henrik Voss, a private military contractor who figures out that a masked figure keeps appearing at global crisis points and starts hunting him not to stop him, but to weaponize him. Marco never has a home base. Never has a backup team. His suit gets torn in Cairo and repaired in Seoul. His web fluid runs dry in the Sahara. He speaks four languages and gets by on body language everywhere else. He is not the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. He is the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man for every neighborhood on Earth.
Zenonn · 1.3k Views