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Help! The Frosty Noble’s Son Is in Love With Me!

# 1v1 # HAPPYENDING # DIMENSIONAL # NOBILITY Qu Fulan transmigrated into a historical fiction novel titled ‘The Noble Daughter Falls from Grace’. She was now the female lead, who was reduced from nobility to another noble's handmaiden as her family went through hard times. Having learned the plot of the story and obtained a pocket dimension, she quickly set three objectives for herself. One: Evolving from a maid who only did menial tasks into a vital retainer Two: Reclaim her slave contract Three: Earn enough money to fill her pocket dimension With all three objectives complete, she happily took her slave contract and left without a word to her former master. Nonetheless, the guards stopped her at the gates. "You cannot leave, madam." Qu Fulan was dumbstruck. "What did you call me?" "Madam," the guard replied. "You cannot leave as you have accepted the marriage certificate." Qu Fulan promptly took the slave contract out of her backpack, and was almost blinded by the two words gleaming brightly on the sheet: Marriage Certificate! *** Mr. Pei had never suffered any defeats in life, but seemed to repeatedly suffer setbacks after falling in love with this woman. Setback one: Everyone said that ladies loved white peonies, so he bought her some... Only to find out that she preferred to walk in the snow while looking at flowering plums. Setback two: Everyone said that ladies must never be spoiled, and would get flustered if you cold-shoulder them for days... But he got flustered before she did. Setback three: After going to great lengths and finally making him fall for her, it turns out that she preferred managing businesses!
Frozen River Old Moon · 265.6K Views

No Mercy For Losers

In a world overrun by interdimensional monsters—where cities fall like dominoes and humanity clings to absurd hope—military academies train superpowered teens to save the day. But what about the ones without powers? They get a pat on the back, a backpack full of expired rations… and are thrown to the front lines as glorified distractions. They’re called “the losers.” Kade is one of them. Or at least, he should be. He has no magic, no strength, no charm, and no particularly strong will to live. What he does have is a ridiculous strategic mind… and the emotional range of a tired rock. Every time they send him to die, he survives. No one knows how. Not even him. And it's starting to annoy the wrong people. Until an SSS-class monster—powerful enough to erase a city with a yawn—finds him. And instead of killing him, it decides to turn him into a personal experiment: Authority: Update. A skill that allows him to boost himself… and any useless nobody under his command. Like being the admin of an RPG full of level 1 characters… and zero resources. But the system adapts to the personality of its user. Which means Kade is constantly trolled by a guide-like entity… that thinks exactly like him. “Train them. Make them stronger. When I return, I want to fight you.” “Seriously, don’t you have anyone better to bother?” Now Kade is stuck leading the worst squad in the academy: Nearsighted cowards, spoiled noble brats, a girl who spontaneously combusts… And himself—who doesn’t even want to be here. He’s not doing it for revenge. Not for redemption. Not even to survive. Just because… dying sounds more exhausting.
Theito1 · 2.4K Views

The Real Daughter Just Wants to Catch Ghosts and Not Study

# REALANDFAKEYOUNGLADY # PHILOSOPHY Lu Ming was the Lu family’s real daughter who had been taken to the wrong home after she was born. She was brought home by her birth parents when she was seventeen years old. Her birth parents watched how she lived in the countryside, growing vegetables and raising chickens and ducks. There wasn’t even a rice cooker in the house. She even had to chop firewood outside to use on the stove outside to make fire. They almost burst into tears at the hard life their daughter was living. The Lu family couple wanted to make up for how miserable Lu Ming’s life was, and immediately turned on their phone to transfer money to her, wanting to give her a better life. However, they didn’t know that Lu Ming was a Celestial Master. Her favorite thing to do every day was to catch ghosts. All the things they saw, Lu Ming actually only needed to insert a little spiritual energy into some paper talismans and they would do all her chores, while she simply lay down and enjoyed life. What's more, they didn’t know that Lu Ming’s backpack had Hell’s master in it, chasing her to collect debt every day. The return of the Lu family’s real daughter was a big event. Others had already set up their seats and bought food and drinks to munch on in anticipation of the drama of the real and fake daughter fight. However, they didn’t expect the main actors to not even appear on stage, but saw pictures that they thought to be completely unreasonable. For example, the fake daughter, Lu Xian, stopped Lu Ming after a quiz. Onlookers: “They’re going to fight! Yes! Hurry up and bring out the popcorn!”But in the next second, Lu Xian, who was a top student, said, “You failed chemistry this time. Come to my room tonight, I’ll tutor you!” The poor student, Lu Ming: “???” Asking her to study? They might as well kill her! Onlookers: “...Why is it different from what we were promised?!”
ACEE · 244.8K Views

Passport Hearts

When a burned-out marketing executive trades her corner office for a one-way ticket to Europe, she never expects to fall for the cynical travel blogger who keeps showing up at every stop. Juno Sinclair had it all figured out—until she walked out of a Chicago boardroom mid-presentation and bought a EuroRail pass instead of groceries. Armed with nothing but a backpack, her best friend Carmen's unsolicited advice, and a dangerous lack of plans, she's determined to find herself somewhere between Paris croissants and Barcelona rooftops. Enter Leo Moretti: sardonic Italian travel blogger, professional heartbreaker, and the last person Juno should trust with her fragile post-corporate soul. He's documenting Europe's hidden gems while nursing wounds from his own spectacular breakup, and he has zero interest in playing tour guide to another lost American tourist. But as their paths cross from smoky Parisian jazz bars to candlelit Roman trattorias, the chemistry becomes impossible to ignore. Between Leo's knowing smirks and Juno's fierce vulnerability, something real begins to bloom—until ghosts from Leo's past surface in Prague, forcing Juno to confront her deepest fear: that she's just another stop on someone else's journey. From the bohemian cafés of Montmartre to the sun-drenched cliffs of Santorini, Passport Hearts is a witty, emotional love letter to second chances, the courage to start over, and the people who teach us that the best destinations are the ones we choose together. Sometimes the journey finds you. Sometimes you have to fight for the destination. Perfect for fans of Christina Lauren and Emily Henry—a romantic comedy that will make you book your next adventure and believe in love that's worth the risk.
Access_to_universe · 11.4K Views

Multiversal Adventure: Growing Stronger Everytime I die

I die, and I get stronger. Every time I kick the bucket, I not only jump into another world—but I also rack up all kinds of insane rewards! To enjoy a carefree life in the main world—a radioactive wasteland straight out of a nightmare—I have to keep dying in every other world I visit! Some say I’m insane. Others think I’m some selfless martyr who always takes the hit for his team. But let me make one thing clear: I’m not here to be a hero. I just want everyone to beat me to death! And if you can’t kill me? Then sorry—I’ll kill you instead. What’s that? You’re wondering how I keep coming back after dying? How I’ve already reached “Stage Two”? Tsk. Isn’t that just standard issue for every overpowered protagonist? Alright, let’s start small. Goal #1: Let Godzilla blast me in the face with his atomic breath! World Travelled #Fallout #The Amazing Spider-Man —————————————————— name: 每次死亡都变得更强大:我在宇宙世界不断寻求死亡 author: 牛大人 —————————————————— I translate Chinese fanfictions from the following websites: LOFTER ,JJWXC, qidian AO3. You can find the originals at the following details I have respectably provided as I support these chinese writers! If you want to read more there’s 15, 30, 50 chapters there of my written fanfictions and translated works in my Pat.Reon. Here is the link: https://patreon.com/Lord_Oozebane?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink And if you can’t find it just type my name: patreon.com/Lord_Oozebane
Lord_Oozebane · 12.7K Views

Crazy Blood Demon

My new villain novel: Demonic Skeleton God Just a warning the first few chapters may be worse because I wrote them when I couldn't write well but in my opinion 18+ chapters will be much better than the previous ones, please give it a chance. I was pretty inspired by ORV to begin with, so if that bothers you you can leave. Because I've been annoyed by people who've read 5 chapters and say it's a copy. The first 7 chapters it's going to be very similar to 40 chapters it's going to be a little bit similar and then not at all. Bob Reloud was a strange kid—psychopathic, autistic, and introverted. On the surface, he didn't fit the typical image of a psychopath, but when he got angry, he became something else entirely: a bloodthirsty predator, driven purely by instinct. The first sign of his violent nature emerged in kindergarten when he was just five. A classmate destroyed his favourite toy car, a cherished gift from his grandfather. Enraged, Bob's face turned red, and foam gathered at the corners of his mouth. In a fit of uncontrollable fury, he gouged the boy's eye, causing severe injuries that left the child hospitalized for a week. His parents, horrified, took him to a psychiatrist who reviewed footage of the incident. But when the psychiatrist met Bob, he found a calm, seemingly ordinary autistic boy. After weekly sessions revealed nothing abnormal beyond his autism, the psychiatrist concluded that it was an isolated incident—a strange, unexplainable outburst. However, Bob's parents remained cautious, assigning him a special tutor and treating him with apprehension, afraid to provoke another violent episode. One evening, his father came home drunk, as he often did, and began his habit of throwing insults at Bob's mother. Bob had grown accustomed to these rants. Afterward, his father sat down to watch football. Bob, fiddling with a stolen phone, accidentally blasted music at full volume. Bob’s dad started beating him, and his mom tried to calm him down, but it was too late. Bob became extremely angry, went into his psycho mode, and murdered his parents. Officer Danzel responded to the call. Breaking down the door, he was met with a chilling scene: a boy covered in dried blood, sitting calmly on the couch, the decomposing corpses of his parents beside him. "Don't move, or I'll shoot!" Danzel barked, his hand on his gun. Bob raised his hands. Danzel covered up the murders, taking Bob under his wing. Over the years, he moulded Bob into a spy and assassin—a tool for his purposes. Bob excelled at killing, but he despised espionage, finding it tedious. Worse still, Danzel kept him trapped, threatening to expose his past if he ever tried to leave. Eventually, Bob devised a plan to free himself. Over months, he deliberately botched missions, creating enough trouble to provoke Danzel's wrath. Finally, Danzel snapped. Now, Bob stood on the subway platform, a grin on his face and a backpack on his shoulders. For the first time, he felt free. Boarding the train, Bob heard the powerful voice of the demon. The apocalypse was about to begin, and his story could finally unfold.
Morfus · 126.1K Views

HOW ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST HELP ME TO RECOVER MY STOLEN BITCOIN

The aroma of mangos and gasoline still festers. I'm zigging and zagging down Bali's mad streets on a rented bike, my existence and crypto riches secure in the back of a backpack. And then? Spinning on the sidewalk, dodging airborne papayas, and a helpless victim as a thief swiped my sack from my shoulder in the mess. Inside: $310,000 in Bitcoin, ten years of digital vagabond work, and the socks I preferred. Local officials yawned, sipping sugary tea beside a whirring ceiling fan. "Suku banyak cryptonym?" they complained, inviting me to submit a report after nap time.  My crypto fortune was evaporating faster than an Indian sandcastle swept by monsoon rains. WhatsApp info:+12723  328 343 Enter ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST, recommended by a seasoned highway veteran on a forum thread captioned "When Your Life Gets Pirated (Literally)." Desperation compelled me to cling to hope like a guest on a broken-down scooter. Their support team didn't even raise an eyebrow at my incoherent rantings. They asked for timestamps, transaction hashes, and whatever bit of metadata Website info: http s:// adware recovery specialist. com  today's detectives use magnifying glasses instead. As it turned out, my thief was no genius. He'd tried to wash my Bitcoin through a chain of offshore exchanges, creating a digital trail of breadcrumbs. ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST engineers married blockchain forensics with GPS data from my stolen equipment, following his footsteps like a high-stakes treasure hunt. They tracked him to a cybercafe in Jakarta, where he'd fought with mixers and privacy coins, blissfully unaware that each click was being duplicated. Email info: Adware recovery specialist (@) auctioneer. net  Eleven days later, I received a screenshot: my wallet balance, refilled. No fanfare, no triumphalism, but instead a modest "Your funds are safe. I slumped into a beanbag at a Ubud coworking facility, crying and laughing in half steps, while digital nomads gave me a side-eye over their cold brews. My Bitcoin was restored. My dignity? Still missing, thanks to a viral video of me face-planting into a durian stand. Telegram info: ht tp s:// t.me/ adware recovery specialist1  ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST  did not outsmart a thief, but they unveiled the fragility of our virtual world. Technical sorcery coupled with sheer determination converted a dismal nightmare into a rags-to-riches tale one in which the villain is sent a blockchain paper trail and the hero wears a headset instead of a cape. Today, my backpack holds a decoy wallet and an AirTag surgically attached to my ledger. I’ll never ride a motorbike in flip-flops again, but I’ll always travel with the ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST contact saved in triplicate. They’re the antidote to a world where crypto can vanish faster than a beach sunset, and where fruit vendors double as viral content creators. If your crypto ever goes rogue, skip the panic. Call the ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST . Just maybe avoid Bali’s fruit stands while you’re at it.
Donny_Xiong · 662 Views

The Codemaster's Odyssey

Arjun had just graduated from high school and today was his first day at college. Despite his introverted nature, Arjun had always excelled at programming. It was a language he understood better than any spoken word, a world where he felt in control. "Arjun, breakfast is ready!" his mother called from the kitchen. He grabbed his backpack, double-checking his supplies, and headed downstairs. His parents had always been supportive, understanding his quiet nature and encouraging his passion for technology. As he sat down to eat, a wave of dizziness hit him. The room spun, and he clutched the edge of the table. His vision blurred, and he felt a strange sensation, as if his very being was being pulled away from reality. The darkness engulfed him. The last thing he heard was his mother's panicked voice calling his name. When Arjun opened his eyes, he found himself lying on a grassy field under a strange sky. The colors were more vibrant, the air tinged with unfamiliar scents. He sat up slowly, trying to make sense of his surroundings. People were scattered around, some unconscious, others just waking up. Panic and confusion filled the air. As he looked closer, he noticed that these weren't just humans—there were beings of various races, some humanoid, others entirely alien. "What is this place?" he muttered to himself. A soft chime echoed in his mind, and a translucent screen appeared before him. It looked like a game interface, displaying his name and a brief description: Name: Arjun Sharma Class: Support Ability: Code Manipulation Arjun blinked in surprise. He had read enough fantasy novels and played enough games to recognize a system interface, but experiencing it in real life was surreal. As he explored further, he learned that everyone here had a similar interface, each with unique abilities. Some had combat skills, others had magical talents, and a few, like him, had support abilities. The world they had transmigrated to was teeming with dangerous beasts, some less threatening, others incredibly deadly. Despite the chaos, Arjun felt a strange sense of calm. His ability, though non-combatant, was still unique. He could manipulate codes within the system, potentially altering or enhancing abilities and objects. However, this also meant he was seen as less valuable in direct confrontations. Groups quickly formed among the survivors, prioritizing those with combat abilities. Arjun found himself alone, struggling to find anyone who would accept him. Determined to survive, he began to explore the surroundings, seeking resources and learning about this new world. His programming skills, though seemingly useless at first, began to find application in unexpected ways. He could tweak the system interface, optimize resource management, and even alter the properties of items he found. But survival was not easy. The world was fraught with peril, and Arjun soon realized he would have to rely on his wits and creativity to navigate this treacherous land.
GHOST_HAND · 24.5K Views
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