No More Counting Dollars

"You better stop the fucking prank, woman, and just pick up your phone and call your alpha! Otherwise, I will press the damn button and blow you up," A man with a very ugly-looking scar on his face said menacingly, holding a time bomb remote control in his hand and shaking it back and forth before a woman. In the last moment of her death, Rose looked into her heart and cried bitterly. "If I had a second chance, Rolan, I would never have agreed to marry you. I would never have had hopes in you." _____ On the day of her sister's wedding, Rose found herself thrust into an unexpected role as the bride when her sister failed to show up. Marrying a man who had loved her sister for three years, Rose held onto the fragile hope that he might one day care for her. But her dreams of love quickly crumbled—he ignored her, treated her coldly, and never gave her the attention she longed for. Even at her lowest, when Rose’s life hung by a thread, he was nowhere to be found, choosing instead to enjoy his time with her sister. Rose’s heart shattered as she took her final breath, consumed by betrayal and despair. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in her younger self—not before the wedding, but on the very same day she was meant to die. This time, Rose vowed to rewrite her story. She would stop loving him, leave him behind, and refuse to let herself be caught in their web of betrayal again. But the peaceful life Rose planned never came to be. Against all odds, she discovered she was pregnant—carrying his child. Now bound together by this unbreakable link, Rose must face the man she once loved, all while trying to guard her heart. Why is he chasing her now? Why wasn’t he with her sister when she ran away and left him? Why does he seem desperate to win her back when all she wants is to stay far away? A/N: hope you enjoy

"The more the Church supports me, the more it proves I have done the right thing. The more the heretics oppose me, the more it proves I have done the right thing." "Even when heretics praise me, it further proves I'm right. If heretics stay silent, it shows I have done impeccably!" "If the Church opposes me, it means they have all fallen into evil heresy, and the more heretics oppose me, the more it proves I have done the right thing." In the year 681, An Su was crowned the youngest Pope in the history of the Church. During his speech, he provided important guidance for the forthcoming de-divination work, emphasizing: "Now that both the Church and the heretics oppose me, it precisely shows I am on an exceedingly correct path!" ... The year 685. "It is not that the Evil God cannot be summoned, but that choosing him to take the stage is more cost-effective." Such was the assessment of the former holy woman of the demons, Yage Silvia. This statement, once made, instantly attracted attention from all sectors of society—the extensive documentary "The Legend of Pope An Su" continues to broadcast for you. —— This is a story of a top-tier heretical player speedrunning through a fantasy world.

When she agrees to help her friend out in a blind date, she never imagined it would lead her to the one man she'd hoped never to encounter again—her child's father. Her first instinct? Run. But life has other plans, and she finds herself inescapably drawn back into his orbit as his company's legal advisor. Just as she's poised to resign, escaping the tangled web of personal and professional ties, she's cornered in his office by the man who is as relentless in business as he is in pursuit of her heart. In a game of cat and mouse, she is faced with a choice: succumb to the undeniable chemistry that still sizzles between them or risk it all to maintain the distance she's fought so hard to keep.

Reincarnated into the prestigious Noctis Family, Ali deeply loves his family but will ruthlessly pursue his goals regardless of consequence. Guided by memories of a past life, he navigates Sagana with a pragmatic spirit that views the world as a puzzle to solve, where even the innocent can become collateral. Eman's gaze is sharp, his tone unwavering:"To lead this family is not a choice, Ali. Power is not freedom, it is responsibility. The family head shapes the world, bends it to their will. That is our legacy."   Ali's expression remains calm, but his words cut deep: "And what if the world I want to shape lies beyond this family? Responsibility without purpose is a chain. I refuse to inherit a legacy that cages me."   While his father hopes he'll become the traditional family head, Ali's path diverges, supported by his mother's understanding. His journey begins with a simple, dangerous premise. He will uncover the world's secrets, with or without collateral damage. Innocents may fall, alliances may shatter, but Ali's curiosity remains unbroken, a force as cold and calculating as the mana that flows through Sagana. He is neither hero nor villain, but a force of nature driven by an insatiable need to understand.

To keep it simple, and short, our protagonist was someone who couldn't use any magic in a world where everyone could. Until, an apple fell onto his head, and he remembered that he was a scientist in his previous life. To dismantle, analyze and synthesize is what he was known for, and exactly what he was going to do in this wonderful fantasy world where the laws of physics didn't matter. Bless be to the man who figured out the laws of magic instead. After all, what use is a fireball, when you can analyze, and dismantle it before it's even being cast?

[Hi, I am Poppy Hardy, Your system general manager. You have finally gain access to the entire fund on the system. Congratulations. $100,000,000,000,000 have been unlocked. You can now donate as you want. You can now investment as you want. You can spend as you want. Good luck host. Become the most beloved man on earth] Once bullied, once humiliated, once he begged like a dog, but now everybody wants lick his feet. Ethan Winston, The remarkable Giver! Godly Investor! To hell with you all. I would provide and protect those in my heart!

Cuando abrí los ojos, estaba dentro de una novela. "El nacimiento de un héroe" fue una novela centrada en las aventuras del personaje principal, Choi Han, un chico de secundaria que fue transportado a una dimensión diferente de la Tierra, junto con el nacimiento de los numerosos héroes del continente. Me convertí en parte de esa novela como la basura de la familia del Conde, la familia que supervisaba el territorio donde se encuentra el primer pueblo que visita Choi Han. El problema es que Choi Han se vuelve retorcido después de que esa aldea, y todos en ella son destruidos por asesinos. El mayor problema es el hecho de que este idiota en el que me he convertido no sabe lo que pasó en la aldea y se mete con Choi Han, solo para ser golpeado hasta convertirlo en pulpa. "... Esto va a ser un problema". Siento que me ha pasado algo grave. Pero valió la pena intentar hacer de esta mi nueva vida. Buen día, esta obra maestra no es de mi autoría solo la estoy traduciendo, créditos al autor y a los traductores que la han trabajado, es importante aclarar que quizá haya títulos o géneros de los personajes a veces difíciles de entender, principalmente porque muchos títulos 'honorarios' suelen ser masculinos o por los pronombres coreanos e ingleses. Deja tu comentario si encuentras un error y lo corregiré lo más pronto posible.

As a child with an unattainable dream, I yearned to become a Hero, but I veered off the right path. Looking back, my aspiration to save others was nothing more than a foolish dream. I now realize the magnitude of my sins and the impossibility of atoning for them.

Gracie had received life-changing news, determined to start her life afresh, watch how she overcomes several obstacles in her life

{Warning: Mature content} To attain money and her life back, she is ready to seduce the big shots! ---- "So, I am dead for real?" Her brows wrinkled. "Yes, sort of. But you can return if you accept my offer-" "No" Without listening to the rest, she declined promptly. Stunning the man. "At least, hear me out-" "No" The woman shook her head. "I don't even know if I were poor or not. Why would I want to live the unknown life again? Sorry, I am not playing your little game" She scoffed. Giving up on the opportunity, which left the man at a loss for words. He sighed. "All right. You will get your life back, including the ten million dollars. Are you in or not?" The woman's eyes gleamed with bliss right away. "Yes! I am in!" A quick change of mood shocked the man. All she cared about was money! ~~~ With no memories of her life, she wakes up to a man offering the chance to live again; but under one condition where she has to succeed the missions in the system he created. He calls her 'L' and vows to give the share of money if she achieves the task which is to charm big shots and swindle them! {The novel is pure fiction. It contains no intention to ruin the image of organizations mentioned in the novel. My first language is not English. There may be mistakes in the chapters. I apologize for those in advance}

"When a human tries to become a god, their can only be one outcome." ---------------------------------- As I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a disorienting sight. I found myself lying on a cold, metal bed, my limbs tightly bound to it. The feeling of numbness that had overtaken my arms and legs was overwhelming, and I struggled to regain any semblance of control over my body. As I looked up, I noticed multiple blindingly bright light bulbs arranged in a grid pattern on the ceiling, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to me over time, and yet it never failed to fill me with a sense of dread. I couldn't remember how long I had been trapped in this sterile, white room, but it felt like an eternity. My memories were hazy, my mind clouded by the constant barrage of experiments and tests that I was subjected to on a daily basis. I had lost track of time, lost track of the days and weeks that passed me by. All I knew was that I was a prisoner, a mere puppet in the hands of my captors. The experiments were brutal, each one more invasive than the last. They probed and prodded at my body, searching for answers that I didn't have. I was a lab rat, a subject for their twisted experiments, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The pain was excruciating, but I had learned to bear it with a stoic resolve. I had no choice but to endure it, to survive in this hellish existence for another day. I had no idea what lay beyond the sterile walls of my prison anymore. The outside world felt like a distant memory, a dream that I couldn't quite grasp. I was cut off from the rest of humanity, isolated in my own personal hell. The only contact I had with the outside world was the occasional visit from my captors, who would come in to administer more tests and take samples from my body. They treated me like an object, not a person, and it was a dehumanizing experience that had left me feeling like a shell of my former self. I had no free will, no autonomy. I was a puppet, a tool to be used and discarded at will. At least, that's what they wanted me to believe. But deep down, I knew that there was still a spark of humanity within me, a will to survive and fight back against my captors. It was a small glimmer of hope, but it was enough to keep me going, to give me the strength to endure another day of torture and pain. ---------------------------- Get ready for a hell of a Roller costar plot. Remember to thank me later...…

Viennie Ocampo was the victim. It's been years already since she last waste a tear for herself. The past that haunts her, was still alive inside her head. Ringing like a morning bell, and cricketing like crickets at night. Yet, she no longer feared those memories. Instead, she rewatched it again and again inside her nightmares, to keep in mind that when she make her comeback, these memories will served as a fuel to her thirst for revenge. And the most awaited night, the reunion of their batch. They failed me. A lingering thought inside Viennie resides but a smile that helds no brightness, formed on her lips. The night of the reunion were Viennie Ocampo revealed her true self, Vienna Maudine Capulet, laughed like a hungry beast watching them with an eerie smile. "Aren't I your bestfriend? Viennie Ocampo? Why do you look so scared? Smile everyone. We're family, remember?" Her creepy words reached their ears like a deadly warning from hell. Yes, we're family. We're bestfriends, but no more.

[Synopsis] In a dark, underground basement, a spooky old man's voice sent shivers down my spine. "You're gonna meet your end, hahaha," he taunted, before lunging at me with a sword, slashing the air, and spattering my throat with red drops. "We'll see," I defiantly whispered, my last words fading as I drifted into darkness. Suddenly, I woke up in a bustling tavern filled with laughter and clinking glasses. A captivating lady stood before me, her beauty clashing with her angry expression, ready to disrupt the cheerful mood. "Don't stalk me," she snapped, giving me a harsh look before storming out of the tavern. Am I stuck in some kind of game? My common sense shattered, leaving me questioning my reality. ------------------------------------------- [A/N: Give it a read, buddy; you won't regret it.] [Discord Server Link: https://discord.com/invite/4gVfcaePJS]

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I am trying so hard but keep failing, I am reaching so high but keep missing. New possibilities, new opportunities... but no continuity. This is my dreadful and delightful story... of how I died?

Little did Zane know that a single voicemail from an unidentified number would forever alter the course of his existence. Zane finds himself thrust into a new reality: marriage to an affluent, domineering alpha. Navigating a web of intricate twists and unexpected detours woven into his sibling's life, can Zane muster the strength and cunning to persevere in this bewildering new world?

Alex thought he left it all behind—the court, the spotlight, the whispers of a legacy too heavy to carry. Starting fresh at a new high school was supposed to be his escape. No basketball. No pressure. Just a quiet life in the background. But when the school’s failing basketball team crosses paths with Alex, fate takes a sudden turn. Secrets from his past threaten to surface, and the team’s desperation pulls him into a world he swore he’d never return to. Now, with time running out, Alex must decide: will he remain in the shadows, or rise to meet a challenge bigger than any game he’s ever played? One thing’s for sure—this time, there are No Timeouts.

Long ago when he was only a little boy the dark lord attacked his town and killed all adult males. He was captured along with his mother and two sisters. One of his sister got separated from them. To keep his remaining family alive he has to fight in the cage and bring profit to his cruel masters. If he ever looses a war then his family dies. So far he has never lost and has been bringing massive profits to his masters. The are happy with him and promised to let go of his sister after 5 more fights. But today he made a grave mistake; he got distracted while fighting. It cost his masters a lot of cash. The distraction was a beautiful girl he has never seen before. His masters punish him by sticking a needle where it hurts the most; his family. In his mind he can only blame the stranger who distracted him. He his devastated and hungry for revenge. How will he ever attain freedom or his much desired vengeance?

With just three sentences, you convinced the Paladin to spend five thousand Gold Coins for you. You truly are a master of the Undead who thoroughly understands human nature! … "Respected Master Amberser, after our review by the editors at 'Legendary Spells' Publishing, we regret to inform you that your paper 'Research on the Non-Humanoid Form Modification of Undead Creatures' is unsuitable for publication in our monthly magazine. We suggest that you submit your work to a magical academic journal with less stringent review requirements." A burst of ghostly blue flame erupted from the tips of fingers, reducing the rejection letter. "Damn it! You bastards are purely discriminating against liches, discriminating against undead magic!!!" "Drop dead!"

"Great Mr. Chen Yu, having been successfully elected as the leader of the human race last night, do you have anything you'd like to say to the whole world?" Chen Yu got out of bed, bewildered and still undressed, "I don't know, I just woke up...” …

Wag ka sanang mangangako kung iiwan mo lang din ako - Joyce Ho

Eight strangers. One daylight heist. No way out. When a bank robbery spirals out of control, a crew of misfits must navigate betrayal, chaos, and their own demons to survive. With the police closing in, hostages slipping from their grasp, and a mysterious employer pulling strings from the shadows, trust shatters and alliances fray. As tensions rise and escape seems impossible, each decision could mean life, death, or a shot at freedom. In this relentless thriller, the only certainty is that no plan survives the moment it begins.

When I opened my eyes, I was inside a novel. [The Birth of a Hero]. [The Birth of a Hero] was a novel focused on the adventures of the main character, Choi Han, a high school boy who was transported to a different dimension from Earth, along with the birth of the numerous heroes of the continent. I became a part of that novel as the trash of the Count’s family, the family that oversaw the territory where the first village that Choi Han visits is located. The problem is that Choi Han becomes twisted after that village, and everyone in it, are destroyed by assassins. The bigger problem is the fact that this stupid trash who I’ve become doesn’t know about what happened in the village and messes with Choi Han, only to get beaten to a pulp. “…This is going to be a problem.” I feel like something serious has happened to me. But it was worth trying to make this my new life. ------------------------------------- Disclaimer: This is an unofficial translation of the novel "Lout of Count's Family." Every effort has been made to ensure accuracy, but there may be errors or omissions. The original work holds the sole copyright, and this translation is intended for entertainment purposes only. No commercial use is permitted without the author's consent. Please note that cultural nuances, idioms, and literary devices might be lost or altered in translation. The translator does not claim ownership of the original work or its characters. If you find any errors or have suggestions, please feel free to provide feedback. Thank you for reading! [Author – Yu Ryeo Han] [Proofreader – Rai_Mayank]