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"When you see this line of text, the World Game has already begun." "This is 'True Person Competitive Global Live Stream Game' for Zhai Xing. " "Here, all Players become travelers, shuttling through worlds together. You can become a beacon of hope in an Apocalypse fraught with peril, witness Reincarnation in a future controlled by androids, or fight for your faction in a village where Werewolves clash with divine beings..." "I am Su Ming'an, possessing the unique Skill of Death Rewind." "Players who are eliminated become spectators. In a live stream with millions of views, they call me the strongest 'Number One Player', the eternal existent." "Others say I am a traitor sent by the Organizers, an unfit leader." "...But that doesn't matter." "For those who sacrifice themselves to help others, we should not let them freeze to death in the snowstorm. For those who pave the way for freedom, we should not let them bog down in thorns." "— I will bring a 'Bright Future' to everyone who has ever watched me." ... "...Whether they hold good intentions or Evil." ... Tags: Original World, Myriad Realms, Infinite Flow, Human Nature Flow, Long-term Foreshadowing, Plot Twists, No Female Lead, Multiple Endings including HE, BE, TE. World Progress (Original World): X City Apocalypse → Android Sci-fi → Senior High School Campus → Werewolf Killing Game World → Magical Ritual ... [The False Game begins: Prologue, The Real Game begins: Chapter 14]

I found myself in a parallel universe, awakening as a male priest. Everything seemed perfect; after all, as a healer, specializing in aiding women should pose no issue, right? However, I couldn't help but wonder about some peculiar spells in my repertoire. Firstly, what in the world is the "Instantaneous Outbreak of Acute Gastroenteritis" spell? And don't even get me started on the "Osteoporosis" spell. What purpose could these serve in my healing endeavors? The confusion only deepened with spells like "Blood Burn," "Gradual Freeze," and "Mental Chaos." Can I still peacefully focus on healing women with such ominous abilities? Comparing my spells to those of other professions, I couldn't help but notice the stark contrast. Mages wield "Doomstorm" and "Ice Age," swordsmen boast "Sword Rain: Homecoming" and "Wind-Cutter Slash," while archers showcase "Arrow Rain: Shooting Stars" and "Storm Arrow." Yet, my ultimate spells are disturbingly named "Cancer Cell Proliferation," "T-Virus Infection," and "Rabies Outbreak." In the midst of it all, a certain character, some crying girl, laments, "Noooo, I just took a bath, who would have thought that I would become infected!" Meanwhile, a villain chillingly asks, "Do any of you know what it feels like to burst apart while spouting blood? No! You don't know!" Even a boss character confesses, "Dear family, who can understand? I just took a nap, and when I woke up, I suddenly found that I have no kidneys!"

The new book【Addicted to the Demon CEO's Kiss】is out now, please support~ 【Supremely Sweet and Adorable Pampering Story】Imperial City is in an uproar because the Little Overlord, Ou Zun, has become a devoted husband. When they were engaged, she ran away, but was later caught. He roared angrily, "I've provided for you, given you my heart and soul, and you still run away?" She fidgeted with her small hands, her cheeks rosy, "You're too good to me, I can't repay you." "Devote yourself to me." Upon hearing this, she couldn't contain her joy, "I've been waiting for you to say that for a long time!" Everyone knew, Mù Qiānxún was the apple of Ou Zun's eye. He was so gentle with her, afraid the warmth of his mouth might melt her, and worried the air might freeze her. He even kept her tied to his belt, bringing her everywhere he went.

She had three younger brothers, the first two were not related to her by blood, but the last shared the same mother but different fathers. The first younger brother hated her. The second younger brother resented her. The third younger brother avoided her. She smiled. The first younger brother didn't know she had almost died for him at the freezing seashore. The second younger brother didn't know she had allowed the whole world to misunderstand her as a great sinner for his sake. The third younger brother didn't know that, in the last year of her life, she counted down the days for him every day. Later, the first younger brother with teary eyes, clutched her frantically and said, "If you were to die, I would die with you." The second younger brother knelt before her, clutching at the hem of her garment, "I beg you... please don't leave me behind again, alright?" The third younger brother, wanting to give all his blood to her, "Sister, how about trading my life for yours?"

--- Ariana was rooted to the floor outside of Anthony’s door her heart raced in her chest, like something was preparing to break apart her ribs. She had not wanted to come to a halt, much less listen in on the conversation that was unfolding before her. But the sound of laughter that came from Rachel was not new to her ears which suddenly had her face the direction of the voice like a pupet. “…you’re so bad, Anthony,” Rachel whispered sexily. “I never lie to you,” Anthony countered sullenly then suddenly grew smarmy, “I’m only bad with you.” Reaching out Ariana braced her back against the wall and her mind whirled round with confusion. Glancing around the corner she stopped breathing as she saw them. Rachel resting on Anthony laps, having her hand resting on Anthony’s arm. He leered at her, and from even his bearing suggest that he wanted something more than friendship from her. “She has not realized it yet?” Rachel asked me in low tones as if Shareen was a hopeless case. Anthony chuckled. “He realized Ariana was smart, as well as trusting in his team. That’s her weakness.” Such words are a shock for Ariana as if someone slapped her. [His fists clenched.]His hands shook, and for a moment she considered; she felt that nausea could overcome herself. Trust. That was what she had delivered to them – what she considered they deserved. And now? Now they were laughing about it, about her . She wanted to rush into the room and meet them eye to eye, look them into the eyes and scold them for every single angry word that rises within her chest. But she didn’t move. Not yet. She held a strap of her bag so tightly her hands became gloved. Indeed, she retreated sensibly, her breathing becoming light. It was not so strange they did not notice her go ; of course they did not. Why would they, if they reckoned she did not know any better? And when she came to the door of the house, shutting herself out on the cold evening, when the wind caressed her cheek like a slate, then in her soul something leaped. The heartbreak was still there, but it was buried beneath a wave of something new,rage. But she paused and with her head held high she walked away leaving her legs give away from her. The frosty night’s darkness embraced her when she tripped outside, onto the campus and grass., but the freezing air was no match for the icy sensation in her chest. She began to ponder vigorously various questions, accusations and processes of retaliation in her mind. But she didn’t see the car. This blaring of the horn was too late. There was the pathetic squealing of brakes and a moment of unbearable agony that filled her from head to toe. The world staggered, and the last thing Ariana could make out before everything went black was the night sky above her. Everything went black. ---

Vous êtes-vous déjà demandé ce que ça ferait de vous réveiller dans un corps qui n'est pas le vôtre ? Un corps beaucoup, beaucoup plus jeune ? Je ne peux pas dire que j'y avais déjà beaucoup réfléchi. Jusqu'à cette nuit où un patient a débarqué aux urgences où je travaillais et m'a tiré une balle en pleine tête. Vous savez, s'il voulait un second avis, il n'avait qu’à demander. Mais ce n'est pas le propos... D'une manière ou d'une autre, je me suis réveillée dans un hôpital étrange avec une femme qui ressemblait étrangement à ma mère me tenant la main et pleurant. Très heureuse de la voir, il m'a fallu quelques minutes pour réaliser que je n'étais plus le docteur de 25 ans, réussi, dans l’un des hôpitaux les plus prestigieux du monde. Non, j'étais une petite fille de 6 ans qui, pour un instant... voulait sa maman. Quand vient l'apocalypse, chacun s’en sort comme il peut. J’ai trois choix : Dois-je me battre pour ce que je veux ? Vais-je fuir et me cacher, ou vais-je me figer quand les démons de mon passé reviendront me hanter ? Vous pouvez me connaître sous le nom de la Guérisseuse, mais c’est mon histoire à raconter. ------ Fight, Flight, or Freeze est le deuxième roman de la série Rebirth in the Apocalypse, cette fois mettant en scène la Guérisseuse : Wang Tian Mu et ses hommes. Vous n'aurez pas besoin de lire le premier pour comprendre celui-ci, et elle ne restera pas enfant tout le long. Li Dai Lu et ses gars feront de temps en temps une apparition, mais c'est strictement l'histoire de Wang Tian Mu ! J'espère que vous apprécierez ! Autres romans : Rebirth in the Apocalypse : La Troisième Fois, c’est la bonne (Terminé) Les Vaisseaux de l'étoile (Terminé) Danser avec les Monstres (En cours) Aussi Silencieux qu'une Souris (En cours) Retrouvez-moi sur Discord : devilbesideyou666 (@Sakura#6289)

Light and color, sound and scent; Clothing, food, shelter, transportation, smartphones, computers; Burning, freezing, friction, explosion, thunder, rain, growth, decay; All material changes and chemical phenomena; Our bodies, our thoughts, our world— were all built upon electromagnetic interactions! Whoever could control electromagnetic forces, they would be the tyrant who dominated the world! However, electromagnetism is too profound for us, so let us start by learning how to "Discharge"...

``` Saya sedang diburu. Bukan saya tepatnya. Ada yang ingin menangkap jenius di balik A.M.K Pharmaceuticals. Mereka hanya tidak tahu bahwa itu saya. Saya telah menemukan cara untuk menetralisir aroma siapa pun, penggeser atau manusia. Anda mungkin berpikir itu tidak akan jadi masalah yang besar... deodoran menjanjikan hal yang sama, tapi produk saya tidak seperti itu. Produk saya membuat pemakainya tidak terlihat oleh penggeser. Bukan, tidak seperti itu. Tapi penggeser membutuhkan aroma lebih dari hampir segalanya untuk mengidentifikasi dan menemukan seseorang. Tanpa aroma, mereka tidak bisa melacak mangsa mereka, atau mencium musuh yang mendekat dari belakang. Saya awalnya menciptakannya supaya ayah angkat saya dan saya bisa menghindari komunitas shifter. Tidak ada yang seharusnya tahu tentang ini. Sampai seekor burung kecil mengatakan sesuatu yang seharusnya tidak mereka katakan kepada orang yang salah. Sekarang manusia mengejar saya dan penggeser ingin saya mati. Tapi tidak masalah. Itu bukan satu-satunya hal yang saya ciptakan. Dan jika saya sekecil tikus, tak seorang pun akan melihat saya datang sampai terlambat. Novel ini akan menjadi novel RH, FMC tidak harus memilih. Tidak MM Lihat karya-karya saya yang lain: Rebirth In the Apocalypse: Third Time's a Charm (Buku 1 dalam Seri Rebirth) -Selesai Fight, Flight, or Freeze: The Healer's Story (Buku 2 dalam Seri Rebirth) -Sedang Berlangsung Star's Ships- Selesai Dancing with Monsters- Sedang Berlangsung Part Of Your World- Sedang Berlangsung (Buku 2 dalam Seri Star's Ships) Discord: Sakura#6289 Instagram: @devil_besideyou666 Lihat kanal discord saya untuk bab pertama! https://discord.com/invite/yYtKzveE6T ```

[When Prejudice Collides with Fate: Whose Trap Is This Mismatched Marriage?] Qin Ran had always believed that a man still trapped in the arranged-marriage circus at thirty must be either emotionally stunted or physically defective. But the universe had a wicked sense of humor—because the man waiting at Table 11 was a walking contradiction. Lu Sheng was a paradox of elegance and danger. His charcoal suit sculpted a body built for both boardrooms and back-alley brawls. When his gaze locked onto hers, the sharp lines of his face seemed to carve shadows into the air, the room suddenly heavy with the scent of cedar and unspoken threats. “I’m sorry, I think I’ve mistaken the table—” “Sit.” His voice cracked like a whip, freezing her mid-retreat. The glint of his platinum watch mirrored her death grip on the handbag strap. “If we’re both puppets in this family farce… let’s at least make it mutually beneficial.” Three days later, the marriage certificate seared her palm like a brand. She’d told herself this was a calculated escape from her brother’s suffocating household—until their wedding night, when the fresh scar snaking across his ribs screamed of bullets, not business deals. And when Lu Sheng shrugged off his shirt, water sluicing down the defined ridges of his abdomen, his smirk was pure sin: “Clause Three of our contract, Mrs. Lu—no coveting Party A’s assets.” She backed him against the glass wall, her fingers skating over the corded muscle of his spine. “Mr. Lu… does that clause include your six-pack?” [High-Stakes Romance | Marriage of Convenience | Enemies-to-Forced-Allies] — A billionaire with a bulletproof reputation and a vault of secrets. — A razor-tongued medical intern with a talent for unearthing truths. As lies ignite and bullets fly, only one rule remains: In this game of hearts and gunpowder, the first to fall… loses everything.

Earth's civilization crumbled in an instant, leaving Mei struggling to survive amidst the ruins. An unseen blade cleaved a skyscraper in two, a white-haired man wielding a longsword appearing before her. Mei, face impassive, ate the last of her bread. With death looming, time seemed to freeze. 【Want to live?】

Married by Mistake to the Ice-Cold CEO Ella Carter is at rock bottom. Broke, jobless, and desperate to pay off her debts, she agrees to a shady but simple deal—sign a fake marriage contract in exchange for a life-changing sum of money. It’s supposed to be a harmless formality, just a few signatures, and she’s free. But when she wakes up the next morning, she’s no longer a fake wife. She’s legally married to Adrian Blackwood, the ruthless billionaire CEO with a heart of ice and a glare that could freeze fire. Worse, he believes she’s nothing more than a conniving gold digger who trapped him into this marriage. Determined to end their arrangement as soon as possible, Adrian is cold, cruel, and utterly unshaken by Ella’s protests. He wants her gone. But there’s one problem—she refuses to be intimidated. Unlike everyone else in his life, she fights back, and to his shock, she actually wins their battles. The more they argue, the more their tension ignites. And the more Adrian tries to push her away, the more he finds himself drawn to her defiant spirit, her fire, her ability to see the man behind the icy mask. But when secrets come to light and enemies lurk in the shadows, their marriage of convenience becomes a battlefield of trust, passion, and betrayal. Will Adrian let down his walls and accept the one woman who dares to stand by his side? Or will Ella walk away before she loses her heart to a man who never planned to keep her? One mistake. One contract. One marriage neither of them saw coming.

This isn’t a fairy tale. No heroes. No lessons. Zetulah Viridian isn’t a savior. She’s the part of you that knows kindness gets you killed. And her story? It’s the question you’ve been swallowing since life first kicked your teeth in: How much worse would you burn the world to make it hurt like you do? Zetulah is just a woman with blood in her teeth and a knife, asking: How much of your soul would you sell to watch your enemies bleed? Before wolves ruled the world, war did. Four dynasties carved the realm of Varkathis apart like a carcass. Their war is no longer about thrones—it’s about erasing each other from history. For centuries, four houses ruled through brutality and broken vows: House Emberclaw (South): Flame-lit conquerors with eyes like smoldering coals. They leave only ash and children's bones behind. House Viridian (West): Healers turned hunted, their once-bright green eyes—symbols of hope, and nature—now dimmed to murky moss. Targets for slaughter. House Azzuri (North): Ice-hearted titans with gazes bluer than glacial crevices. They would let their own blood freeze before breaking an oath. House Moriba (East): Puppeteers with golden eyes that flicker like gilded lies. Stare too long, and you’ll wake up throat-cut with your own dagger. —-------- Zetulah Viridian doesn’t scream when her brother dies. She counts the seconds until his fingers go cold, the Emberclaw dagger still jutting from his throat. They don’t let her bury him. Instead, they nail Fenrik’s corpse to her family’s gates—a scroll stuffed between his teeth: “Let the last Viridian choke on her brother’s rot.” They take her title. Her home. Even her pride—carving the Emberclaw sigil into her land as a warning to survivors. But rage? Rage is the one thing they can’t carve out. Zetulah isn’t fighting for a crown. She’s fighting to keep her tongue, her liver, her green eyes from becoming Emberclaw trophies. To survive, she kneels to the boy whose family murdered her brother— Prince Kaelith Emberclaw, whose crimson gaze burns like a forge even as he bandages her wounds with surgeon’s hands, that has snapped more necks than healed them. Every time he laughs—warm and bright, nothing like the Emberclaw pyres she’s cursed—she forgets, just for a heartbeat, that she needs to kill him. War horns sound. Now, Zetulah must choose: Lead her surviving kin into the hellmouth of battle, or light the match that burns every house—hers included—to cinders. Because in the realm of Varkathis ? Mercy is the lie you tell while sharpening your blade. Power is the scream that haunts your enemies’ sleep. And Zetulah? “She’s learned how to make the world scream with her.” "You won’t like Zetulah. You’ll recognize her—the part of you that knows mercy gets you killed." Here’s what they don’t tell you about vengeance: It doesn’t heal. It addicts. You won’t love this story. You’ll hate how much you need to finish it.

Lilac has lived a life of suffering. From being forced to disguise himself as a girl to survive, to being labeled cursed after failing to awaken his heavenly gifts that everyone else could, he is shunned by all. To add salt to his wound, before he turns 18, his father vanishes, and his uncle seizes the throne that should've rightfully been Lilac's as the eldest son. Before Lilac could successfully flee, he is caught and traded to the monsters beyond the kingdom—beasts so feared that no one who sees them returns. But instead of death, Lilac is claimed by Sloan. Born cursed, Sloan is a prince of the Enwulves, an extinct hybrid wolf species. Even though he is a prince, he has lived life as an outcast due to his curse that causes him to forcibly transform every full moon, thus losing his humanity. His life has been mapped out for him, but when he finds Lilac—battered, freezing, and terrified—something shifts. For the first time, his rage stills. It was just a glimpse, a scent, a tiny whimper of fright. And that was it. Humans are meant to be slaves. Enwulves are forbidden from claiming them. Keeping Lilac means war. But Sloan has never followed rules, and Lilac has never belonged—until now. ~~~ | ~~~ “Are you afraid of me, little human?” Sloan husked out, cold lips grazing my bleeding fingers before his lips parted slightly to release hot breath over them. I trembled, rooted in the spot with fright and unable to breathe. Was this a trick question? Of course I’m afraid of him! Everyone is! Who wouldn’t be? Slaves are never supposed to be in his presence, except they suddenly desire a quick demise. Am I supposed to respond honestly or lie? When cold lips closed around my finger, I gasped in shock, a rush of fright and dread engulfing me. He was gonna bite off my finger right now, wasn’t he? Just because my stupid brain couldn’t come up with a response? The rumors said he was a heartless psychopath, but I didn’t think it was actually true! However, a hot tongue swiped over my fingertips and I sucked in a sharp breath, exhaling shakily while my chest expanded and my brain tried to figure out what was happening, and why my fingers weren't bitten off yet— or why I’m still breathing in his presence. Next, cold, long fingers wrapped around my wrist and my hand was being tugged upward, then a nose was digging into my pulse point, and I almost fainted when cold lips dragged over the sensitive skin there. The sound of a deep inhale filled up my ear next. “Fuck. You smell so good.” Oh heavens. This was worse than I thought. Instead of killing me, was he planning to… eat me… literally???! What the fuck? *** R18+! Cover not mine!

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] The taste of forbidden love is the sweetest agony!! They were fucking right. I, Frery Kane was whipped and captivated by a Lycan Shifter from the Bay Shifter pack in Paradise Bay. Drawn to him like a moth to a flame, an irresistible pull I couldn’t deny. Alpha Tor Gale, a Lycan Shifter of unparalleled strength, only of his kind, his blood as intoxicating as ambrosia, his presence a temptation, I couldn’t escape. He made me crave more than I should or was allowed. In Paradise Bay, Vampires and Shifters are bound by ancient laws, their rivalry etched into the marrow of our existence. To meet him was to defy centuries of hatred; to love him was to risk everything. Each secret meeting was a dance with death, a betrayal of the Paradise Vampire Coven, and a rebellion against the laws that chained us. But Tor was my forbidden desire, my beautiful torment, and my greatest weakness. I knew the cost of this love, a love that could ignite war and destroy us both. But how could I resist the one thing that made my immortal heart beat once more? Excerpt from Alpha Tor's POV: “So you’ve been following me,” Tor’s deep growl echoed in the icy cavern. His golden eyes caught the flicker of torchlight. His breath misted in the freezing air, curling like smoke between them. “What gave me away?” I responded my voice as low, deep, and steady. Tor laughed a deep rumble that shook the cavern walls. “You reek of desperation. Do you think I didn’t notice your scent clinging to the trees? Are your footprints melting the frost? What is it, vampire? What do you want from me?” My jaw clenched and my gaze didn’t waver. “Your blood,” I taunted as my voice was laced with coldness to see if he could be threatened by my words. “Your kind is... intoxicating. Forbidden. I can’t stop myself.” I expected him to cover but he stepped forward and responded “If it’s my blood you want,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, “then come closer and take what you need” The words struck me like lightning, and a fiery heat surged through my veins. My beast clawed at my control, drawn to him in a way that defied logic. His gaze held mine, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t know whether to run or to stay. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ In the end, they called me a betrayer. A traitor to the Paradise Vampire Coven. But how could I hold back when I had tasted something far sweeter than immortality? Alpha Tor was my forbidden fruit, the Lycan Shifter Alpha who defied everything I was taught to hate. But when I surged forward, ready to face anyone who dared stand between us, fate revealed the old prophecy hidden in Hanka Island. Alpha Tor wasn’t just my lover, he was my lifetime mate, our bond blessed by the ancient magic of Hanka Island itself. And our love was not meant to follow the rules, it was meant to break them.

Ethan goes out of business and enters “Boundary City”, a supernatural city similar to his hometown but full of strangeness. He gradually discovers the city's abnormalities: The streets are filled with unnameable monsters (such as long, thin, black shadows and “rain frogs” in the freezing rain); His own home is an “Otherworld” (an anomalous space separate from reality), and a locked room in his house contains Seraphina, a sealed living doll; He has the ability to come back from the dead, his body strengthens after each death, and he is able to pass through “gates” to travel between different Otherworlds.

My world came crashing down when I lost my entire life savings to a fraudulent investment scam. I had trusted an online platform promising high returns, only to watch my money vanish overnight. The scammers blocked me, and the authorities said recovery was nearly impossible. I felt broken, ashamed, and hopeless. Then, a day, i went on a search on the internet, forums hoping to find a way to recover my lost savings, then i came across a thread narrating how a well reputable firm named  "Alpha Spy Nest", a cybersecurity and digital forensics team specializing in scam recovery helped recover their lost/stolen savings. Desperate, I reached out, praying for a miracle. Their team was professional, understanding, and confident. They explained how they track digital footprints, freeze transactions, and pressure scammers using legal and technical methods.  They ask for the screenshots, trading platform, total amount lost to the scammer and also  wallets address which the transaction was made through. I provided them with the required details and information. Within few hours, they traced the funds to a crypto wallet and identified the scam ring’s operations. Using their connections with financial institutions and law enforcement, they initiated a recovery process. 10 hours later, I received a mail from Alpha Spy Nest that they had recovered 95% of my money. It wasn’t the full amount, but it was a lifeline.  More than the money, they restored my hope. Their dedication proved that justice could prevail. Today, I’m rebuilding, wiser and more cautious. Alpha Spy Nest didn’t just recover my funds they gave me a second chance.  If you’ve been scammed, don’t give up. Alpha Spy Nest fights for victims like us.They turned my despair into triumph, and they can do the same for you.Email: Alphaspynest@mail.com, WhatsApp: +15132924878‬, Telegram: https://t.me/Alphaspynest

What if the love you sacrificed everything for was doomed from the start? Born a Space Master, she can only fall in love once. The man she desires chooses another but still sacrifices his life to save hers. Unable to accept his death, the Space Master reverses time, determined to change his tragic fate. But each turn leads her to be reborn in a new place with no memories of the past. Fate keeps pulling her back to the same knight—only for the tragic ending to repeat. After hundreds of rebirths, exhaustion sets in, and she decides to give up on love, willing to live as a normal girl, incapable of feeling anything again. In her final life, she is reborn as Gwyneth, a bitter, disillusioned girl who doesn’t believe in love. She meets Clayton, a senior at the academy, a "good-for-nothing" with stunning cobalt-blue eyes, and though she falls for his beauty, his cowardice repulses her. But Gwyneth’s world shifts when she discovers that demon blood runs through her veins. And Clayton? He’s not the man he appears to be. Will she let her heart be moved once more? Or will she turn her back on love and embrace her destiny? Will she choose to become the Demon Monarch’s heir, conquering all realms, or remain the Space Master, risking everything to protect the world from the demon invasion? Blurp: “Senior Clay,” Gwen said, turning to him, “did you bring any money by chance?” Clayton gave her a deadpan look. “Do you think I had time to grab money when someone kidnapped me in broad daylight?” “For the last time,” she snapped, “I didn’t kidnap you. Why do I feel like you have a personal grudge against me?” “Well, perhaps it's because someone once used me as a betting tool? That was the first time I accepted a girl's confession, and she left before I even got her name.” Gwen flushed, caught off guard by his pointed remark. “Okay, I was wrong,” she admitted begrudgingly. “What do you want me to do to make it up to you?” “You don’t need to do anything,” he said, crossing his arms. “Because I don’t plan to forgive you.” Gwen’s eye twitched. Of all the people she’d met, none were as insufferable as this guy. Her fingers twitched, tempted to summon a fire spirit to scorch him or an ice spirit to freeze him solid. No, perhaps feeding him to a carnivorous plant spirit would be the most satisfying solution. Yet, even in her frustration, she couldn’t shake the strange feeling that she didn’t want him to hate her.

The world was fine—until it wasn’t. One day, the temperature plummeted, and a frost storm swept through the city. Those who suffered from frostbite… changed. Their veins turned icy blue, their eyes vacant, their humanity erased. The Frostborn were born. 'Ava' never thought her biggest concern would be survival. One moment, she was an ordinary high school girl, secretly crushing on 'Liam Carter'—the school’s football captain and top bachelor. The next, she was running for her life, the walls of her school turning into a frozen tomb. When the storm traps them inside, tensions rise. Romance ignites. And as the ice spreads, so do secrets. Liam has a past buried in the snow, and Ava soon learns that surviving the cold isn’t the only thing she has to fear. Because when the world freezes over, hearts burn the brightest. But will hers survive the frost?

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Sevi, a computer science student dedicated to fitness, is known among his friends as a "No Girlfriend Since Birth" (NGSB) kind of person. After a workout session, he heads home to unwind with a new game, Vengeance in Progress. Intrigued by its premise of a neglected prince seeking revenge, Sevi begins playing. Just as the game's tension peaks, his laptop glitches and freezes. "Ughh, not again!" Sevi groans, frustrated with his malfunctioning laptop. Suddenly, the screen emits a bright flash, revealing an otherworldly interface that prompts him to select a player. "Wha-- Before Sevi can react, another flash envelops the room. He finds himself in a luxurious medieval setting, dressed as a young duke with a plump figure, silver hair, and purple eyes. Staring at his new reflection in disbelief, he mutters, "No freaking way, I'm actually that fatso in the game." A screen flashes before him: [Once again, welcome to Vengeance in Progress v2, Young master Sevi.] [Capture the hearts of heroines and make meaningful experiences!] "Capture the what?" mass releases randomly

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«Don't ask anything. Don't approach me. You'll get hurt... » I warn him as I'm standing in the middle of the room as he's freezing at the door. Confused, scared, I could hear his deep breaths. I'm shaking and have to do something before he gets hurt. Being born for a tough fate and an inevitable destiny has been the reason of my loneliness, depression and anxiety. He's obsessed with me and he can easily hurt anyone who's approaching. I'm tortured by his presence and he's not any creature... He's from them.. He's Vaelzorrath.

As a human, I should be miles away from any large shifter event. Especially the annual Mate Hunt. A hunt for mates. Doesn't that sound barbaric? Yeah, it's as bad as it sounds. Several packs in the area gather as their newly minted adult wolves shift. Females are let into the woods first and are given an hour's head start, just before sundown. Then it's time for the males, ostensibly thrown out to hunt down the scent of their fated (or chosen) mates. It isn't an event for the faint of heart, and it's definitely no place for someone who can't shift. So why the fuck am I here, running my little human heart out, chased by what sounds like an entire pack of wolves? Great question. I don't know, either. But I'm here. Surrounded by howls fueled by the thrill of the hunt. Feet bleeding. Lungs freezing. I am so fucked. ---- R18. Dark themes, including but not limited to: Murder, attempted murder, a stack of dead bodies, betrayal, mild sociopathy, an ML who appears to bathe in red flags despite his favorite color being green, an unwarranted hatred of blueberry muffins, and pillow thievery.