You And I Can T Do This

Ava Summers is the perfect daughter: CEO material, straight-A student, and the only Summers twin with a functioning frontal lobe. She’s survived nineteen years of sharing air and eyebrow genes with Eva — a walking fire hazard who once tried to toast marshmallows on scented candles and nearly set the estate ablaze. So when their parents arranged a marriage to Zeke Ford — the kingdom’s favorite golden boy and serial flirt — Ava reluctantly took one for the family. That is, until Eva pulled a fast one: she spiked Ava’s margarita, slid a shady contract under her nose, and next thing you know… Ava’s waking up married to the wrong twin. Enter Zach Ford — the kingdom’s coldest man alive, walking gloom cloud, and accidental husband. He hasn’t cracked a smile since his mysterious fiancée, Orihime, died under suspicious circumstances. The Ford family thought Eva’s chaotic sunshine might fix him. Too bad they accidentally married him to Ava: a neurotic perfectionist who schedules emotional breakdowns like business meetings. Now Ava has to: Pretend she's totally in love with her emotionally constipated husband. Survive polite society, royal gossip, and unwanted foot rub offers from Shen Wang — her rich, clingy, disturbingly hot suitor who thinks “No” is short for “Not yet.” Figure out if Orihime is actually dead… or just hiding better than Zach hides his feelings. It was supposed to be a PR move. Instead, it’s a rom-com with fake love, real secrets, one stolen car, and at least two murder mysteries. With This Ring, I Loathe You—Yes, I Do: A chaotic enemies-to-lovers rollercoaster with tax fraud, unresolved trauma, and a love story that may or may not be court-admissible—because honestly, I am still in shambles on how to finish this novel without breaking me own phone screen or my heart. Let's see HAHAHA

In a world where power is bought, sold, and stolen, one man redefines the rules—by making people believe him. Not with magic. Not with force. With something far more dangerous: conviction. He's already dead. He says so. And he lives every second like it's extra credit on his legacy. From corrupt cities to global syndicates, from hackers to heiresses, from killers to kings—everyone has something to lose. And when he speaks, they listen. Because deep down, they already agree with him. And that's when it begins.

In the world of Eltherra, power is everything—and power is measured by levels. From the moment a person awakens their class, they begin the sacred journey of leveling up: defeating monsters, completing quests, mastering skills, and earning divine favor. For most, it is the only path to survival, status, and meaning. But for Adam, an orphaned farm boy from a forgotten border village, that path shatters on the day he risks his life to save a dying girl from a monster he should never have survived. Instead of dying, Adam awakens a mysterious and forbidden power: the ability to create skills, override the system, and see the code beneath reality. The system calls him a Revenant Codemancer—a class that doesn’t exist. The gods call him a mistake. The empires see him as a threat. As Adam levels up, he begins to unravel the truth behind the system that governs the world. He discovers ancient secrets, forgotten gods, and corrupted empires built on lies. But leveling up is not enough. Not when the system itself is broken, not when the rules of reality can be bent—or rewritten. With unlikely allies at his side—a rogue with a haunted past, a paladin torn between duty and desire, and a half-demon bard who sings truths no one wants to hear—Adam embarks on an epic journey to reshape the world. Not just to rise through the levels… …but to transcend them. Because in a world ruled by gods, monsters, and leveling systems, Adam doesn’t just want to survive. He wants to rewrite the endgame.

Across the vast convolution of worlds, divine beings rule as absolute sovereigns—each god assigned dominion over a singular realm. Skirmishes are inevitable, whether for power, amusement, or sheer pettiness. One such battle, between Nexus, the God of Trickery, and an aging, senile deity, resulted in an anomaly… A soul misplaced. Elliot, an ordinary man, was never meant for Ul’Tra-el. But fate, or perhaps a cosmic prank, had other plans. Unlike other worlds, Ul’Tra-el is an aberration—one that developed a voice. A voice that diverged from the natural order. A voice that changed everything. Its foundation cracked, leaking dimensions into one another. Rifts tore open like festering wounds, vomiting forth unspeakable horrors—monsters not meant to exist. But the world did not sit idly by. In response—perhaps an act of self-preservation—the world gifted its inhabitants power. Talents awakened, granting people extraordinary abilities. And for every rift sealed, the Voice of Ul rewarded them generously. Survival was simple: fight, grow stronger, and close the rifts… or die trying. In this ruthless, blood-soaked reality, Northern—a white-haired boy burdened by his past life—was reincarnated. But unlike the chosen heroes, he awakened as a talentless nobody. No power. No strength. No future. And when death loomed over him—when despair clawed at his soul and the cold grip of the failure threatened to take him— A Voice responded: [System Notice] [Your Soul cannot take a form.] [Searching for a Unique Pattern Ability…] [Searching…] [Search Found.] [A Unique System Ability has been detected.] [You Can Copy And Evolve Talents] ... Follow Northern through his journey as he becomes the pinnacle of this world. This a story about a white-haired boy’s rise from rubbles!! Note: This is an overpower genre but MC does not just start off like that. Even though MC can copy talents he doesn't just jump around copying talents because there's a limitation. However, his rise to strength is depicted and is an experience to enjoy. The first few hundreds would be frustrating to follow because MC is weak but that makes the experience all the more interesting when MC finally gets freaking strong and starts wiping the floor with everyones asses.

Asher never liked following the rules. In his old world, he was just a regular guy, stuck with the same boring life and no real power. But when he got thrown into a new world, he thought things would finally be different. Instead, he became an extra. Just another background character with no special abilities, no status. It pissed him off. How could he, someone who always wanted to break free and live on his own terms, end up like this again, even in a new world? Then, the System appeared. [Ding] [System implementation process begins; you are chosen to inherit a personalized System. You can choose to become a Great Hero or an Evil Villain. By completing tasks assigned to you based on the path you choose, you can earn mystical rewards, wealth, and power beyond your wildest imagination. Do you accept the System?] Asher stared at the glowing message, his frustration boiling over. Hero? That was a joke. Heroes followed rules, played by society’s ideals, and lived to help others. He’d had enough of that nonsense. “I don’t need to be a hero,” Asher muttered, his voice laced with contempt. “I’ve been held back enough. I’m done with that. I’ll do things my way.” Without a second thought, he clicked on the Villain option. He wasn’t about to waste time pretending to be someone he wasn’t. [Ding] [Villain path chosen. Rewards will be granted upon completion of tasks.] A cold, wicked grin spread across Asher’s face. This was it. No more being an extra. No more following anyone’s rules. Now, he had the chance to take control, to carve out his own future with power, wealth, and freedom. The world would bend to his will. “Who says I can’t be a villain?” Asher whispered, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. "Let them try to stop me." ***** No NTR , No Yuri

In a world where talent is everything—what happens when someone dares to cheat the heavens? Xuan Wu awakened in the brutal Fire Haven World where the strong eat the weak, where practitioners cultivate techniques to live longer and grow stronger. But just as despair crept in... [Ding! Awakened the Supreme Cheat System] [Anything you desire, reality will obey...] Cultivation? Piece of cake. Upper worlds? He can ascend and descend with a thought. Enemies? A single word is all that is needed for obliteration. As Xuan Wu overlooks the world in his grasp, he asks himself—should he dominate, conquer worlds, create planets? Or should he play along just like an ordinary disciple? ─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Things to expect in this novel: No harems or romance - romance tropes have no place in this story. Low-key mc who hides his power - Because who doesn't love playing along? Bizarre, unexpected comedy - seriously Enlightened view on cultivation - tired of old monsters acting like mortals? Or young masters being dumb at such a high realm? None of that western power suppression crap - Power scale is huge Reflective MC - tired of the old Gary Stu? ───────────────────────────────────────── Things not to expect: Slow Pacing - Who has the time for that? Submissive MC - Enough of the MC submitting to a female character just because she's hot trope! Enough! Superficial Evil - "Ooh ahh me kill innocent people me so evil!" Again, there are more evils than just killing! ───────────────────────────────────────── ...

Sincere is transmigrated person, who gain a magical tiger eye in his left eye. with this eye he decided to change his ending and became the richest person

Isaiah's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with intensity. “You’ll be mine Aurélia,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “You won't escape me, my little pony.” Before I could react, Isaiah pulled me close, his hand wrapping around my waist. His lips crashed onto mine, sending shivers down my spine. The kiss was fierce, passionate, and all consuming a French kiss that left me breathless. I hated Isaiah for his arrogance, but his bad boy charm was undeniable. His touch ignited a fire within me, drawing me into his web of desire. I couldn't resist his romance no matter how hard I tried. Isaiah's eyes seemed to melt my resolve, his words touching my heart. “I fell for you at first sight,” he whispered. “Your eyes, your beauty, your kindness... you're mine Aurélia.” His possessiveness should have scared me, but instead, it sent a thrill through my veins. “You won't be able to run away from me,” Isaiah whispered, his breath hot against my skin. “You’ll always be mine.” I knew I should resist, but his touch was addictive. I couldn't deny the sparks flying between us, or the way my heart skipped a beat when he held me close.

I shouldn’t be here. I should’ve turned back the second the door clicked shut behind me. But he was already walking toward me,slow, shirtless, sweatpants riding low on his hips, hair messy from practice. And when he looked at me like that? Like I was the meal and he was done playing nice? My thighs clenched before he even touched me. “You need something, baby girl?” He knew what he was doing. He always did. I opened my mouth, but all I managed was a breathy, “I can’t sleep.” His grin? Wicked. “Don’t worry.” He stepped in close, fingers slipping under the hem of my sleep shirt. “I’ll wear you out.” ~~~~~~~~~~~ He wrapped his hand around my throat whispering, “You shouldn’t want this, but you do.” He’s my stepbrother. The golden boy basketball star with too much charm, too many abs, and no sense of personal space. He walks around shirtless like he doesn’t know what it does to me. Sleeps in my bed like it’s his. Steals my favorite hoodie just to say I smell like his. And the worst part? He falls first. He falls hard. And then he starts chasing. I try to say no. Try to tell myself it’s wrong. But when he pins me to the wall, when he whispers filth in my ear with those hands sliding under my dress… I forget every reason we’re supposed to stop. Because he doesn’t kiss like a brother. He kisses like a man who wants to ruin me,and leave the bruises to prove it. He’s not the villain. But he’s not the hero either. He’s just the gift fate left in my house… And I’m the girl too weak to give him back. You can’t spell stepbrother without sin. And I’ve already committed every one.

“I want a divorce “, Anna stated , her voice calm ,yet powerful as she glared at Andy . “Divorce ?” Andy scoffed. “You must be kidding “. But Anna’s face was dead serious . “Yes, Andy . I’m tired of your bullshit and I cannot continue living under the same roof with you and your mistress “, she hissed . “Come on Anna “, he laughed . “You can’t live without me . We all know that “, he boasted . “Alright “,Anna smirked. “Watch me then dear husband ,I can live without you “. To Andy’s surprise, Anna took of her ring and threw it on the table. With that she lifted her luggage in one hand ,held Adrian on the other and walked out of the door .”You shall hear from my lawyer “. --------------- Scorned by her husband, Andy Roberts for her over weight and her dependence on her marriage , Anna vowed to become someone irresistible ,thought she wouldn’t give up on her marriage . Until Andy brings home his billionaire widow mistress Penelope into their matrimonial home. Anna took a bold step that surprised everyone. She filed for a divorce and walked away with her son into a world she’s never been in . But Anna is determined, she worked hard and luck shone on her , she became an irresistible star . But love came knocking again even as Anna built a wall around her heart . Please do not copy . I detest plagiarism This is my hard work .

Nicholas Velazquez III felt his life almost crashed when his mother told him that they're moving to the Philippines to live with his stepdad and his half siblings. He felt anxious, and maybe a little joy to see his half siblings but little he knows that when he met a tall guy with a pierce eyes, his life and the little joy that he holds would be crashed all together. #MIM

Damon and Dan brothers have been reincarnated with a system Damon decided to be a tavern owner Dan decided to help his brother but he also does his own thing

In the magical realm of Aeryll, Kael a halfblood sorcerer with only one spell saves a mysterious girl named Lyenne, cursed and hunted by the crown. Together, they strike a deal: one year of travel, one year of pretending not to fall in love. But as their bond deepens and secrets unravel, Kael realizes that some memories can’t be erased and some hearts never truly forget. A slow-burn romantic fantasy full of forbidden love, haunting magic, and the kind of yearning that leaves scars.

A man haunted by regret and self-loathing is granted a second chance at life—and a power that lets him rewrite his choices infinitely. Yet in a world of fantasy and vice, beauty and corruption, he learns that power alone cannot guarantee happiness. To find meaning, he must confront not only the darkness of this new world but the shadows within himself. With infinite possibilities before him, will he become the man he always wanted to be? Or will he lose himself chasing a perfection that may not exist? This is the story of how a broken soul learned that being the best version of yourself is its own reward—even in a world of desire and despair.

Jace doesn’t read novels — and he definitely doesn’t read BL. Or so he told himself. But one night, drunk, bored, and freshly rejected, he clicked on a fantasy romance ad that wouldn’t stop following him around. It was about a notorious prince — reckless, spoiled, known for chasing skirts and skipping royal duties — and the quiet, loyal knight who served him from the shadows. Jace didn’t mean to get invested. He mocked the genre. Scoffed at the tension. But something about the knight — the way he stayed, the way he looked at the prince — got under his skin. He wouldn’t admit it, but part of him longed for that kind of loyalty. That kind of love. Then the updates stopped. The author vanished. Two years passed, but Jace never quite forgot the story. One bad night and one drunken mistake later, Jace wakes up not in his apartment… but in a palace bed, wearing royal robes — and the face of Prince Jun. The one who wasted everything. The one the knight loved. The one who was supposed to die. Now Jace is stuck in a world of magic and politics — trying to survive in a role he barely understands — while the knight he once secretly yearned for is suddenly real, closer than ever, and looking at him like he’s worth something. Jace’s not gay, it's just that he has never been in love. But he’s about to live a story he never finished — and one he might not be ready for.

In a distant, vast, and imaginary universe where the laws of physics twist like threads of magic, intergalactic empires clash in bloody wars, while small, hidden kingdoms dwell in shadows, immune to fear and ancient mystery. At the heart of the unknown lies a perfect planet, concealed from the universe’s gaze an medieval world of hidden magic and secrets buried deep in the earth. There, amidst towering mountains and endless nebulae, a quiet yet powerful tale unfolds, led by a solitary shadow above all, pulling the strings of fate unseen. The story is a little bizarre, but as you progress you can understand it more.

The boardroom was a wall of glass and judgment. At exactly 8:59 AM, Arielle pushed through the doors in a sharp navy dress that clung to her like confidence had been stitched into every seam. Her heels echoed across the floor as she approached the long, polished table where half a dozen stone-faced executives sat, murmuring over papers and steaming coffee. Dominic was already seated at the head of the table. He didn't look at her. Not at first. But he felt her enter. Just like gravity feels the moon. She took her spot near the screen, placed the tablet in front of her, and exhaled slowly. "You ready?" Dominic asked quietly, his voice low, unreadable. She turned to him with a sharp smile. "Born ready." He finally met her gaze—and for a second, something flickered behind his eyes. Not approval. Not yet. But something… closer than before. "Gentlemen," Dominic said to the table. "This is Arielle Sinclair. She'll be walking you through the market projections and proposed strategy updates for Q3." One of the older men raised a brow. "Her?" Arielle didn't flinch. "Yes. Me," she said, smiling sweetly. "Try to keep up." There was a pause—half stunned, half amused—and then, silence She launched into her presentation. And she nailed it. Clear. Sharp. Confident. She wasn't just parroting facts; she owned the numbers. Her explanations were quick, her slides precise, and her delivery unapologetically fierce. For the first time, they weren't looking at her legs or her lipstick. They were looking at her mind. And Dominic? He watched every second like a man watching a match ignite in a room full of gas. At one point, their eyes locked—and she saw it. A crack in his armor. Not desire. Not annoyance. But something like… respect. And it made her stomach flip in a way no designer bag ever had. When she concluded with a succinct, "Any questions?" the room was quiet. Then, one of the board members nodded. "Well done, Miss Sinclair. Concise and well-structured." Dominic didn't say a word. But his fingers drummed once against the table. A silent approval. The meeting ended. As the board members filed out, Dominic remained seated, watching her. She turned to him slowly. "Well?" she asked. He stood, approached, and said nothing until he was directly in front of her. "You surprised them." "And you?" His gaze dropped to her lips for a split second before meeting her eyes again. "I don't surprise easily." She stepped closer. "You didn't think I could do it." "I knew you could," he said, voice dark and steady. "I just didn't know if you would." She tilted her head. "So what now?" His eyes raked over her—not with lust, but with something more dangerous. Calculating. Hungry. "Now," he said slowly, "I stop holding back." She inhaled sharply. "What does that mean?" "It means if you're staying in this game, you better be ready to lose sometimes." She licked her lips. "I never lose." He smirked—slow, wolfish. "We'll see." And he walked out first. But this time? She followed with her chin high, her stride proud, and fire crackling in her chest. She hadn't just passed the test. She'd lit the room on fire. The hallway was quiet after the boardroom storm, but Arielle's heels still echoed like a victory march. She was glowing. Not just from the adrenaline of her flawless presentation, but from something else—something hotter, deeper. The way Dominic had looked at her afterward wasn't just professional respect. It was a crack in his walls. And she intended to widen it. She pressed the button for the elevator, and just as the doors slid open, a shadow fell over her shoulder. Dominic. Of course. He stepped in beside her without a word, towering, silent, composed. The doors closed. Silence. Tension. Air that thickened with each passing floor. She stood beside him, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat rolling off his body. Close enough to catch a whiff of his cologne—clean, dark, devasta

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Letters I Can't Send: A Poetic Journey of Love, Loss, and Self-Discovery This poignant collection of poems bravely explores the complexities of love, heartbreak, and mental health. With raw emotion and vulnerability, each 'letter' delves into the silences that haunt us and the emotions we dare not speak aloud. A powerful reminder that even in darkness, there is beauty to be found.

To Diep and Luc Trach — two strangers — are unexpectedly bound by a two-year contract marriage. On the surface, it appears to be nothing more than a cold agreement between two unrelated people. But beneath it lies a web of hidden memories and unspoken emotions. When Du Nhuoc Tinh — Luc Trach’s long-forgotten first love — suddenly returns, everything begins to unravel. Nhuoc Tinh is not just "someone from the past"; she carries with her a crucial piece of memory that could turn his world upside down. This is a story of pain, choices, and forgiveness — where love is not the ultimate destination, but the force that helps each person truly understand themselves.

(I make it for friends to read, very bad English, this is also my first time writing story. I also took months to update) hate that leads to a unexpected love? “You know, I hated you so much, that I couldn’t live without you” New looked at Jun with widened eyes. New and Jun, two person that from different life, different class. This is a fate that makes them meet each other? “I just can’t get enough of you” “So am I”

A reunion with an old friend can spark many feelings, often conflicting with one another. Yet when that old friend happens to have been more than just a friend, what should you expect? "Meeting her again would be the last thing I'd ever want... Yet it's the first that comes to mind if you ask me to make a wish."