Mutter Juri Knorr

Chu Feng durchquerte den Kontinent Jiuzhou und erbte die Blutperle des Ahngottes, kultivierte sich bis er ein Gipfel-Kampfkaiser wurde. Durch Zufall rettete er eine außergewöhnlich schöne Frau, in die er sich verliebte und die er heiratete. Unerwartet stellte sich heraus, dass die Frau die Kaiserin des Jiuzhou-Reiches war, und nachdem sie Zwillinge, einen Drachen und einen Phönix, zur Welt gebracht hatte, verschwand sie ohne ein Wort des Abschieds. Durch zahlreiche rigorose Reinigungs- und Knochenmarkwaschungen, die von Chu Feng durchgeführt wurden, entwickelten diese jungen Kinder erstaunlicherweise höchste göttliche Runen in sich, die in der Lage waren, alle Formen von Energie in ganz Jiuzhou zu unterdrücken. Drei Jahre später, während der dumpfen und liebenswerten, aber unwissenden unbesiegbaren Geschwister, nutzten sie Chu Fengs abgeschiedene Meditation während des Überschreitens der göttlichen Prüfung aus, schlichen heimlich aus dem Dorf und begaben sich auf eine Reise, um ihre Mutter zu finden.

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

"I hate my old world. No matter where I turned, misfortune followed me like a curse. In this world, I will be free. I’ll rise to the top and enjoy life with beauties... but to do so, I must destroy everything that stands in my way." Ryan was a simple construction worker, trapped in a boring routine, weighed down by gambling and loss. Until one day, his life ended when a rogue steel pole crashed into him—right in the middle of his important gacha pull. Everything went dark… and then bright again. He found himself face-to-face with a goddess. Seraphina, the Goddess of Life, stood before him with an air of indifference. "Welcome, Ryan, to the world between life and death. I could explain your life and death, but I can’t be bothered. I’m Seraphina, blah blah blah. Go save the world, be a hero... whatever." Ryan lashed out. "What kind of shitty goddess are you? I don’t want to be a hero!" "How dare you speak to me like that?!" Seraphina’s fury was palpable. She had never been spoken to like this before. Ryan scanned the endless white room, muttering, "So, I’m dead, huh? This is a new world… First thing, get strong. And maybe get some beauties..." "Listen, we’re not done talking—" the goddess started, but Ryan cut her off. "Shut the f**k up! I’m thinking here!" He was beyond thrilled to escape his miserable old life. This felt like a second chance. "Hero? F**k that! Make me a villain," Ryan growled. "Give me powers like in those anime shows! I want to burn the world down and make them kneel to me!" The goddess paused, clearly annoyed. "Fine, have it your way." She flicked her wrist, sending a flash of light toward him. Unseen by her, a shadowy presence entered with the light. "I shall grant you one wish," the goddess muttered bitterly. "Name it, and it will be done." Ryan’s eyes gleamed. "Anything?" His grin widened. "Make me someone who can f**k countless women and have a hundred wives. And you..." He leered at her, "You’ll be my first." Before Seraphina could react, a system window appeared before Ryan’s eyes, glowing crimson. [Welcome Ryan Wood] [You are reading a message from the system of the chosen ones] [You are offered to become the Harem God] [Will you accept your fate?] [Yes/No] Ryan’s excitement surged. "F**K YES! I ACCEPT! GIVE ME THIS POWER!" Follow Ryan on his journey to becoming the true Evil Harem God. He’ll conquer beauties, battle enemies, and reshape the world in his image. In a world where only the strong survive, Ryan will stop at nothing to become the ultimate villain—the man who controls all the women and rules over all. ● This novel contains R18 explicit content and adult themes. ● Two chapters will be uploaded daily, so buckle up. ● The MC? He’s evil, ruthless, and sure as hell not a coward. ● Expect epic battles, cool abilities, and solid world-building. Bonus tags(Netori; OP; MILF; Monster Girls; Large Harem) Discord server: https://discord.gg/wNf3hqnU4z

Interviewer: "Immortal Zhou Li, could you tell us why you created the orthodox methods and forged the twelve righteous paths, condensing twelve talismans to resolve ancient and modern disputes?" "Just to liven things up." Interviewer: "Well, I mean, did you reorganize the Great Ming Dynasty and plant the Seven Immortal Gourds based on the laws of myriad spirits, brewing the Spring of Spirit Qi for the glory of mankind or...?" "Just to really liven things up." Interviewer: "No, Immortal Zhou Li, I feel that you've done so much for humanity, for the Immortal Realm, and for Da Ming. Your purpose and starting point should be a bit more noble, such as...?" "Enough already, can't you see? I just wanted to bring some entertainment to the spiritually impoverished Great Ming Dynasty and everyone in the Cultivation World. Here, let's liven things up for everyone." The white-robed immortal pointed a finger, and alongside him, a chaotic and ferocious Ancient God swung indescribable and bizarre tendrils. Then, with a surge forward followed by a backflip, it landed stylishly, all the while muttering the delirious ramblings of an Ancient God. 【Damn, let's go, ignore it!】 "No fun? Who would cultivate without any fun?"

"F**K! I'm dead!" That was the first word I muttered after regaining my memories from Earth. Reincarnating into a world of cultivation should’ve been a blessing. Adventure, immortality, power—what’s not to love? But then I remembered what my family did. My sister just broke off an engagement with a crippled young master—definitely a future protagonist. My mother ripped a Dao Bone from my cousin and gave it to me—guaranteed future revenge arc. And me? I’m already a third-rate villain: bullying weaklings and flaunting my Bai Clan name. Worst part? Despite the Dao Bone, I’m still trash at cultivation. My only hope? The System... which I’ve had for years. “I just never realized... It was in English!”

Twenty-eight year old Delilah Sterling, has perfected the art of being a respectable realtor by day, and a professional gold digger by night. Delilah believes she has her double life under control. Her meticulously crafted life crumbles when she wakes up one morning with a wedding band on her finger, a marriage certificate on the table, and a sinfully gorgeous man claiming to be her husband. To make matters worse, he is broke and jobless, making her feel trapped in a surreal nightmare. Desperate for escape, Delilah demands a divorce, but the stranger—insisting he wants to stay married—thwarts every attempt. Frustration and confusion mount until Delilah hatches a new plan: she proposes they team up to con her next target, the elusive billionaire, Hunter Quinn. What Delilah doesn't realize is that her "broke husband" is actually Hunter Quinn himself. Billionaire CEO, Hunter Quinn, having discovered Delilah’s intentions to con him, had decided to outplay her at her own game. Hunter agrees to the partnership, and together they plunge into a high-stakes game of deceit. As they plot and scheme, the lines between pretense and reality blur. Their forced proximity ignites an unexpected chemistry, leading to moments of vulnerability and genuine connection neither anticipated. Caught in a whirlwind of deception, passion, and power plays, Delilah grapples with their growing feelings. As their con deepens, she must confront the ultimate question: Can she open her heart to love and trust again? ****Exerpt**** Delilah’s eyes darted to the marriage certificate again, the official seal glaring back at her. Her fingers itched to tear it apart, to make this nightmare disappear. But deep down, she knew that wouldn’t change anything. “I don’t remember,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “I don’t remember any of it.” Blake nodded as if he had expected this reaction. “That is expected. You had a lot to drink last night.” he fished out a phone from the back pocket of his trousers, opened it. “Here, this is us celebrating, after we got married last night,” he said, showing her a picture. Delilah’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the photo. It was indeed her. “How?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I don’t remember any of this.” “It was a wild night,” he said softly. Perhaps she had married Blake because he was wealthy. That would be the only logical reason for her to make such a blunder. There was hope, she thought, as she clung to the possibility of salvaging something from this disaster. Turning to him, she forced a smile, “Is this your house? Are we in your house?” She asked, looking around the bedroom. Blake shook his head, “No. This is a hotel,” he said, and she nodded. “I see. It looks like quite an expensive hotel,” she observed, “What do you do for a living?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she searched his eyes for any hint of affluence. Blake hesitated, his confident demeanor faltering for the first time. He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m... in between jobs,” he stuttered, avoiding her gaze. Delilah’s heart sank, disappointment crashing over her like a wave. “In between jobs?” she echoed, her voice tinged with disbelief. Blake seemed to sense her dismay. “I know it doesn’t sound great,” he said quickly, trying to reassure her. “But I’m working on a few things. I just need a little more time.” “You’re jobless,” she muttered to herself as reality sunk in. “How did you pay for this room? For the wedding bands?” She asked, and he winced. “I didn’t. You did,” he said, and she collapsed on the bed. (PS: Cover photo isn’t mine. Credit to the real owner)

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me. And then my PC exploded. I died. Irony, thou art a cruel mistress. But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns. “This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me. “Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared. I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes. Oh, this was going to be fun. __________________________________________________ Hey everyone! I'm looking to expand my reader base by posting here on WN. My penname is Alfir (or Alfir2 on RR). Unfortunately, I lost access to my main account, so this is my new one. If you’ve read my works before, I’d really appreciate your support again! If you enjoy my stories and want to read more, you can also check out my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/c/Alfir Thanks for your time, and I hope you enjoy my works! Let’s keep the stories going!

“P-please let me go..” I stammered and before I knew it, I was word vomiting while crying. “—I won’t return. You won’t ever see me again. I know you don’t want me as a mate. You hate me, so please let me go.” I cried out. Cain’s jaw tightened with each word that left my lips “What gave you the idea that you have the power to choose what you want?” His voice was low, “You don’t get to decide what, how, and when you leave. Only I get to do that. You don’t get to leave me, you don’t get to run! You only leave when I want you to.” "I didn’t ask for this,” I whispered, trembling. “I didn’t ask to be your mate.” Cain stepped back, “Neither did I,” he muttered under his breath. “But the bond doesn’t give us a choice, does it?” ~~~~ As the only child of her late Alpha father, Avery Jae was meant to inherit her family’s legacy. But on the day of her arranged marriage to Alpha Lucian, her world crumbles. Rejected, humiliated, and cast aside for her own cousin, Avery barely escapes with her life only to find out a much deeper secret. One that changes everything. When Avery awakens, she finds herself in a foreign land, caught by the ruthless guards of the Vehiron pack, led by the infamous Alpha Cain. Tall, broad and as dangerous as the army he commands. Alpha Cain has a reputation that sends chills down the spine of even the most dangerous warriors. Haunted by his dark past, he has vowed never to take a mate, yet the moment he lays eyes on Avery, everything changes. With a single word, Avery is bound to Cain—whether he wants it or not. In a world where betrayal runs deep, can Avery ever trust the alpha who might just be her worst enemy.

Autor hier; Bitte sehen Sie sich auch mein anderes Buch an! Vielen Dank an alle für das Einschalten..... Englisch ist meine zweite Sprache... also verspreche ich, mein Bestes zu geben. Nochmals, die ersten paar Kapitel mögen langsam erscheinen, aber vertraut mir, alles wird sich fügen. es gibt einen Grund für alles. Diskord: https://discord.gg/5Fk75rXXRj Oh... und schaut euch unbedingt auch meine anderen Bücher an; -Hilfe: Ich glaube, mein System will mich umbringen! -In einer Kultivierungswelt mit einem Vergnügungspark... -Gastgeber, bitte seien Sie ehrlich! Was genau sind Sie? Sie können auch meine Website besuchen, um weitere Bücher zu finden: Nun, zurück zur Inhaltsangabe. ............... . Chu Yi stirbt bei einem Autounfall und wird zu Landon Barn, dem unehelichen Sohn von König Barn, dem Herrscher von Arcadina. Weil seine Mutter ein Dienstmädchen und die größte Schande des Königs war, hatte sein Vater ihn immer verachtet. Das Gleiche gilt für seine Halbgeschwister. Als er 15 Jahre alt wurde, hatte sein Vater verkündet, dass er die Stadt Baymard bekommen würde und sie nicht mehr unter der Kontrolle des Reiches stehen würde. Es war allgemein bekannt, dass die Ländereien von Baymard unfruchtbar und arm waren.... Um Himmels willen, das war Verbannung. Sein nichtsnutziger Vater hatte ihn indirekt aus dem Reich verbannt. Chu Yi wachte in einer Kutsche auf, auf dem Weg nach Baymard mit einem System "Was soll's, wenn mein Vater mich hasst? Was soll's, wenn ich verbannt werde?.... Ich werde mein Gebiet in eine moderne Gesellschaft verwandeln. . Autorin: Das Buch ist ein bisschen schnelllebig. Aber es wird sich wirklich lohnen. also versuchen Sie es einfach und Sie werden überrascht sein.

[WSA 2024] Kent ist ein gewöhnlicher Zauberer in der Zaubererschule der Familie Sky, und seine Frau Thea arbeitet ebenfalls als Älteste in derselben Schule. Als Thea in die Kaserne der Ältesten einzieht, wirft sie Kent aus dem Haus und bietet das Haus zum Verkauf an. "Du bist nur ein Stück Abfall, das kein Silber verdienen kann." Theas letzte Worte klingen noch in Kents Seele nach. (Es ist nicht so, dass Kent ein fauler Typ ist, der sich vor dem Studium drückt. Die meisten von Kents Meridianen waren durch einen Fluch verschlossen.) Plötzlich, am selben Tag, erhielt Kent einen Raben von seiner Tante mütterlicherseits. "Bist du wirklich meine Tante?" Fragte Kent mit zweifelndem Blick. "Ja, Kent... Ich habe 5000 Gold und himmlisches Elixier geschickt, um deinen Meridianfluch zu entfernen. Bitten Sie mich ruhig um mehr Geld. Deine Mutter hat ein großes Vermögen für dich hinterlassen." Von diesem Moment an änderte sich Kents Leben, denn er bekam ein neues fliegendes Haustier, das den Kernschülern ebenbürtig war, neue Waffen, Villen, ausgefallene Mahlzeiten und so weiter. Bald schon wuchsen seine Kräfte und er wurde ein Oberster Erzmagus. Zwietracht: https://discord.gg/nMYbb23h

[Das neueste Meisterwerk des Autors von Reverend Insanity] Im Herzen eines Vulkans sehnte sich der mechanische Feenpalast, den die Alten hinterlassen hatten, nach einem Nachfolger. Die Mutter opferte ihr Leben, um das Schatzsiegel des Feenpalastes zu erhalten, und vertraute es auf ihrem Sterbebett Ning Zhuo an. Buddhaherz-Dämonensiegel! Um sich selbst zur Erleuchtung und andere zur Dämonenschaft zu befreien. Der Träger des Siegels konnte durch eine leichte Gravur des Herz-Dämonen-Siegels Mechanismen kontrollieren, als wären sie Federn. Während andere es mit erschöpftem Geist und schwerem Gemüt führten, konnte Ning Zhuo es mit Leichtigkeit beherrschen, leicht und anmutig wie bei einem Tanz. Ning Zhuo sagte: "Mutter, dein Kind wird sicher dein Vertrauen erfüllen und den Feenpalast einnehmen!" In der Tat: Die zufällige Begegnung mit einem temperamentvollen Geheimnis, bei dem sich Geschicklichkeit mit höchster Logik verbindet. Universen öffnen sich zu neuen Welten, in denen die Schönheit der Natur mit dem Himmel wetteifert. Uralte Glocken übermitteln das Gesetz, tanzen unter dem reinen Glanz des Mondes. Wer auf der Welt könnte mit der wahren Form, die unzählige Dinge verkörpert, mithalten?

Das Verlobungsgeschenk beträgt zwei Millionen Dollar, keinen einzigen Cent weniger. Jiang Yu ist bereits achtzehn Jahre alt und kann jetzt heiraten. Schicken Sie das Geld auf meine Karte, und die Sache ist erledigt!" Jiang Yu sah ihre Mutter an, die am Verhandlungstisch ununterbrochen redete. Sie beobachtete, wie ihre Mutter ihren Preis nannte, als sie Jiang Yu verkaufte. Jiang Yu konnte es nicht fassen. Vor achtzehn Jahren brachten sie das falsche Baby aus dem Krankenhaus nach Hause, und Jiang Yu, die echte Tochter einer wohlhabenden Familie, landete bis vor einem Jahr in einem Waisenhaus. Jiang Ran, die falsche Tochter der Familie Jiang, wuchs mit einem silbernen Löffel im Mund auf. Da sie von klein auf über bessere Mittel verfügte, war sie in jeder Hinsicht besser als Jiang Yu und wurde der Stolz der Familie Jiang. Jiang Yu, die sich die meiste Zeit in der Außenwelt herumtrieb, war nichts weiter als ein Landei, das ihre Mutter in den Kreisen der Gesellschaft zum Gespött machte. Doch Jiang Yu hatte keine Ahnung, wie groß der Hass ihrer Mutter auf sie war. An dem Tag, an dem sie achtzehn Jahre alt wurde, "verkaufte" ihre Mutter sie zu einem bestimmten Preis. Jiang Yu sagte: "Wenn du deine Tochter mit jemand anderem verheiraten willst, sollte es Jiang Ran sein. Ich bin deine echte Tochter. Du bist diejenige, die Jiang Ran fälschlicherweise nach Hause gebracht hat!" Ihre Mutter erwiderte: "Halt den Mund. Ich wünschte, ich hätte dich nicht zur Welt gebracht. Du hast nichts als Schande über mich gebracht!" Jiang Ran sagte: "Große Schwester, alles, was Mama tut, ist nur zu deinem Besten. Mach ihr keine Vorwürfe." Ihre Mutter sagte: "Ich bin überzeugt, dass sie nichts anderes als eine Schuldeneintreiberin ist, die zu mir gekommen ist, um ihre Schulden einzutreiben! Entweder du gibst mir zwei Millionen Dollar, oder du heiratest gehorsam!" Jiang Yu verließ verzweifelt das Haus. Durch eine verrückte Kombination von Faktoren heiratete sie versehentlich einen Mr. CEO. Von da an verwöhnte der dreißigjährige Mann seine achtzehnjährige Frau bis zum Äußersten. Das kleine Mädchen sagte: "Mister, jemand hat Ihre Frau schikaniert!" Der Mann: "Welcher inkompetente Narr ist so blind, dass er es wagt, dich zu schikanieren?"

Nachdem die echte Tochter der Familie Jiang erkrankt war, wurde sie dumm und bestand darauf, den kaltblütigen, grausamen und verkrüppelten Fu Jiu zu heiraten. Mutter Jiang sagte: "So sei es. Sie ist sowieso ein Taugenichts. Ich habe sie nur gebeten, anstelle meiner Schwester zu heiraten." Vater Jiang: "Wenn du ihn geheiratet hast, denk daran, den 9. Meister zu bitten, deiner Schwester zu helfen, eine bessere Ehe zu finden." Die falsche Erbin sagte: "Schluchz, die Schwester tut mir so leid, aber... wenn du vom 9. Meister zu Tode geprügelt wirst, wird uns die Familie Fu eine Menge Geld entschädigen, nicht wahr? Ich freue mich schon darauf." Jiang Li grinste. Sie verabschiedete sich von ihrer heuchlerischen Familie und brachte ihre schäbige Mitgift zur Familie Fu. Nachdem sie einmal wiedergeboren worden war, wusste sie sehr gut, dass Fu Jiu der einzige Mensch war, der sie gut behandelte. Alle warteten darauf, dass Jiang Li zu Tode geprügelt werden würde. Schließlich wurde sie eines Tages von Reportern fotografiert und ins Internet gestellt. "Es ist alles deine Schuld! Du hast letzte Nacht so viel Gewalt angewendet! Die Familie Jiang wird mich wieder auslachen!" Fu Jiuxiao sagte: "Wenn ich in der Nähe bin, wird es niemand mehr wagen, dich auszulachen. Außerdem werde ich ihnen den Schmerz, den die Familie Jiang dir zugefügt hat, um das Zehnfache zurückzahlen!"

Sharon war eine gewöhnliche Person, während ihr Mann, Wallace Harris, ein vielversprechender und gut aussehender Mann war. Seine Familie gehörte zu den angesehensten und reichsten Familien in New York City. Dass sie Wallace heiraten konnte, war ein Zufall. In den drei Jahren ihrer Ehe hatte Wallace nie mit Sharon geschlafen. Auch seine Familie überredete ihn immer wieder, sich von Sharon scheiden zu lassen. Es war die Geburtstagsfeier der alten Matriarchin der Familie Harris, und alle jungen Leute der Familie Harris hatten die teuersten Geschenke gemacht, um die alte Dame glücklich zu machen - alle außer Sharon. Sie bat Madam Harris um Geld für den alten Haushälter, Onkel Smith, da er kein Geld für seine medizinische Behandlung hatte. Aber wie zu erwarten war, wurde sie von der Familie Harris gedemütigt, als sie darum bat. "Die Familie Harris hatte noch nie eine arme Verwandte wie dich. Lass dich nie wieder in meiner Gegenwart blicken! Wallace hätte Crystal heiraten sollen. Sie ist sicherlich eine junge Dame, die es wert ist, in unsere Familie einzuheiraten", sagte Madam Harris. "Bitte weiß, wo du hingehörst und verschwinde von hier. Bleiben Sie nicht mehr in unserem Haus. Wie kann Wallaces Großvater so töricht sein, eine arme, nutzlose Frau wie dich mit meinem Sohn zu verheiraten?", sagte June, Wallaces Mutter. "Es sind nur ein paar Millionen Dollar, aber du bist so arm, dass du dir von unserer Familie etwas leihen musst. Wie kann eine Frau wie du es verdienen, mit Wallace zusammen zu sein? Wenn es Crystal wäre, hätte sie uns bestimmt nicht so blamiert!" An diesem Abend überreichte Wallace Sharon eine Bankkarte, auf der Millionen von Dollar standen. "Die Firma ist in der Entwicklung, deshalb habe ich nicht viel Bargeld. Du kannst das benutzen, um Onkel Smith zu helfen." Angesichts der Feindseligkeit der Familie Harris erklärte Wallace: "Da ich sie geheiratet habe, bin ich für sie verantwortlich. Egal, ob sie reich oder arm ist, Sharon ist meine Frau." Erst als eines Tages ein Fremder Sharon ansprach, wusste sie, dass sie eine Frau war. Erst da wusste Sharon, dass sie die Tochter einer angesehenen Familie war, die Anspruch auf ein Vermögen von mindestens zehn Milliarden hatte. Plötzlich besaß sie das größte Unternehmen in New York und eine Bankkarte, die Hunderte von Millionen an "Taschengeld" enthielt. Im Handumdrehen hatte sich ihre Identität verändert. Sie war nicht mehr die arme Schwiegertochter, die von der Familie Harris nicht bevorzugt wurde. Stattdessen war sie die angesehenste Person in New York geworden!

Der neue Roman "Zittert, ihr großen Wesen des Universums" wird derzeit als Fortsetzungsroman veröffentlicht~ Über Nacht verwandelte sich eine schöne kulinarische Göttin in den verachteten Little Disaster Star Ein heruntergekommenes Haus mit drei Zimmern, einem behinderten Vater, einer schwachen Mutter und zwei mageren jüngeren Schwestern, um die man sich kümmern muss Was?! Ihre Mutter hat drei Töchter zur Welt gebracht, nur weil sie ihren Brüdern das Leben schwer gemacht hat? Ihr Vater ist vom Dach gefallen und seit einem halben Jahr bettlägerig, nur weil sie in der Nähe mit Schlamm gespielt hat? Sie ruft einmal ihre Großeltern an, und sofort wird der eine krank und der andere hat einen Unfall; sogar die geliebten Söhne der Familie ihres Onkels verschlucken sich an ihrem Essen, weil sie an diesem Tag Geburtstag hat Huch! Der Onkel mag es tolerieren, aber die Tante nicht! Wenn ich meine Macht nicht zeige, werden sie mich dann alle wie Garfield, die Katze, behandeln?! Sie glauben, sie können mich für fünf Tael Silber an einen kranken Schwächling verkaufen, um Glück zu haben? Gut, da ich der kleine Katastrophenstar bin, verwandeln wir dein Haus in ein Katastrophengebiet! Sie wollen ihre Schwester als Sklavin oder Magd in einen wohlhabenden Haushalt verkaufen? Sie schreit, schnappt sich ein Beil, bekämpft die Dämonen, denen sie begegnet, und erschlägt die Geister, denen sie begegnet. Von da an verbreitet sich ihr Ruf als wilde Spitzmaus im ganzen Dorf So sei es, wenn ich wild bin. Um meiner Liebsten willen werde ich gerne die wilde Küchenfee. Mit meinen hervorragenden Kochkünsten eröffne ich ein Restaurant, werde Spitzenköchin, entwickle neue Rezepte, erobere die Herzen der Feinschmecker und finde sogar neue Wege, um ein großes Vermögen zu machen und meiner ganzen Familie zu Wohlstand und einem besseren Lebensstandard zu verhelfen! Den schamlosen Verwandten, die sich das Gesicht lecken und zurückkommen, um die Verwandtschaft zu erkennen, schenkt sie ein süßes Lächeln und winkt ihnen zum Abschied: Ich wünsche Ihnen eine gute Reise. Das Entlassungspapier hängt bereits gerahmt an der Wand! Was die Männer betrifft, so weiß sogar meine kleine Schwester: Gut aussehen macht nicht satt. Ein Mann, der Geld verdient, seine Frau verwöhnt und die drei Gehorsamkeiten und vier Tugenden befolgt, ist ein erstklassiger Schwager. Seriöse Aussage: Dieser Artikel ist rein fiktiv. Bitte ahmen Sie keine Handlungen, Verhaltensweisen, Handlungen usw. nach. Schätzen Sie Ihr Leben und leben Sie gut~

"Nimm mich auf, ich tue alles, was du willst!" In ihrem früheren Leben kommt Lu Man ins Gefängnis, nachdem sie von ihrer Stiefschwester und einem Arschloch reingelegt wurde. Nachdem sie aus dem Gefängnis entlassen wurde, ist das Einzige, was sie begrüßt, der Grabstein ihrer Mutter. Als sie sieht, dass das Arschloch und die Schlampe wie eine große Familie mit ihrem leiblichen Vater und ihrer Stiefmutter glücklich zusammenleben, macht sie sich auf den Weg, um zusammen mit dem Arschloch und ihrer Stiefschwester in den Flammen zu sterben. In dem Moment, in dem sie die Augen wieder öffnet, findet sie sich an dem Tag wieder, an dem sie reingelegt wurde. Entschlossen springt sie aus dem Fenster und klettert nach nebenan, um vor dem Mann zu flüchten, der das Zimmer dort bewohnt. Doch wer hätte gedacht, dass es sich bei dem Mann um den brillanten Kerl handelt, den sie in ihrem früheren Leben immer aus der Ferne bewundert hat? Sie schwört sich, sich die Augen zu reiben und den Menschen gegenüber kritischer zu sein. Sie will, dass jeder, der ihr in der Vergangenheit etwas schuldete, es ihr zurückzahlt! "Junge Meisterin Han, darf ich auch Ihren anderen Arm umarmen?" "Eigentlich habe ich noch einen, willst du ihn?" "..."

Nach ihrem Wechsel von der Apokalypse in die Antike hatte Gu Yundong kaum Zeit zum Luftholen, als sie feststellte, dass sie sich mitten auf einer Reise befand, um einer Hungersnot zu entkommen. Zu allem Übel war ihre gesamte Familie von ihren Großeltern aus der Gruppe, die vor der Hungersnot floh, ausgestoßen worden, während andere kalt zusahen. Da ihr Vater vermisst wurde, ihre Mutter geistesschwach war und ihr jüngeres Geschwisterchen hungerte, spürte Gu Yundong, die kaum zu Atem gekommen war, nur noch, dass sie starke Kopfschmerzen bekam. Da sie keine andere Wahl hatte, krempelte sie die Ärmel hoch und machte sich an die Arbeit. Sie ging ins Geschäft, eröffnete einen Laden und erwarb fruchtbares Land. Gu Yundong blühte in ihrem täglichen Leben auf. Wären da nicht die Leute um sie herum, die sie als potenzielle Ehefrau betrachteten, könnte sie den Himmel selbst erobern.

Gu Huai'an, ein junger Spross des Hofes Nr. 01, war schon in jungen Jahren zum Oberkommandierenden des Dragon Aviation Command Center aufgestiegen. Er war für sein kühles Auftreten bekannt und lächelte oder lachte nur selten. Er stammte nicht nur aus einer angesehenen Familie, sondern war auch das unerreichbare Juwel der Beidu No. 01 Courtyard Mansion. Plötzlich hörte er eines Tages, wie ihn jemand "kleiner Bruder" nannte. Als er der Stimme folgte, fragte ein hübsches Mädchen mit gleichgültigem Gesicht: "Entschuldigen Sie, Sir, kenne ich Sie?" Doch gleichzeitig: 【Wow, little brother is so handsome.】 【Es gibt Berge jenseits der Berge, Gebäude jenseits der Gebäude, aber der kleine Bruder ist hübsch und sanft.】 【Kleiner Bruder, Umarmung!】 Gu Huai'an: ...... Der Mund des kleinen Mädchens, trügerisch wie der eines Geistes. ********* Song Yunuan wanderte in einen Historienroman und wurde zu einer kleinen Bösewichtin, die bald beseitigt wurde - eine Rolle, die zu klein war, um kleiner zu sein. An ihrem ersten Tag im Buch stand sie im Hof der Familie Song und versuchte sich zu erinnern, warum die gesamte Familie Song in der Geschichte ausgelöscht werden sollte. Am Ende bemerkte sie nicht den versteinerten Gesichtsausdruck der Mitglieder der Familie Song. Später... Ihr Vater wurde der reichste Mann, ihr Bruder ein Top-Anwalt, ihr jüngerer Bruder ein Wissenschaftler, ihre jüngere Tante eine Sängerin, und sogar ihre Großmutter wurde eine Vermieterin. Sie selbst wurde zu jedermanns geliebtem Liebling. Song Yunuan: Was ist aus dem höllischen Start geworden, der mir versprochen wurde?

There was a popular comic that captured the hearts of readers not because of its plot, but rather the bromance between the two protagonists, a crown prince and a duke. Their friendship & mutual trust led fans to ship them endlessly, with countless fanfiction stories ranging from dating to marriage or even incorporating omegaverse settings. One particular m-preg fanfic novel became extremely popular among fans, where the previously cold duke becomes pregnant. But the popularity of both the original comic and this novel caused everything to become unbalanced, until something strange happened - these works of fiction turn into real worlds that collided, creating an error that connected them together. In the world of the comic: Carlton from the fanfic world gazed up at his husband with longing eyes. "Husband..." He pouted, "Why don't you kiss me today?" Alaric from the comic world recoiled slightly and goosebumps broke out over his skin as he moved away. "Please don't come close to me..." He said tersely. Meanwhile, in another world: Alaric from the fanfic world, pulled his beloved Carlton into a warm embrace and peppered kisses on his cheeks. "Darling, are you mad at me?" Alaric asked affectionately. "It's okay, you're still cute." He leaned down to whisper into his ear before continuing. "But don't forget to comfort all our children, they think you're mad at them." Suddenly, seven children barged into the room and called out to their fathers. "Father, Daddy!" they exclaimed. Carlton's frozen expression spoke volumes about his state of mind as he tried to process what was happening. His murderous gaze fixed on Alaric as he muttered through gritted teeth. "Whose children do you say they are....?"

Silas has never feared Alphas. Naturally strong and unaffected by their pheromones, he constantly clashes with them. But this unique trait becomes his downfall when, on his 18th birthday, his mate rejects him—choosing his stepbrother, Ciel, instead. Wounded and betrayed, Silas leaves the pack, unaware that his life is about to take a turn he never imagined. In the enemy pack, he crosses paths with four powerful princes—Damon, Theron, Kael, and Lysander. They take him in, but the situation grows even more chaotic when Silas discovers a shocking truth. The four princes, believed to be his twin brother’s mates, are actually his fated mates. "What?" Silas whined. "Silas, behave yourself and let us handle this matter." "Shorty, no one can hurt you." "Silas, I will protect you." After saying this, the three brothers glanced at their fourth sibling. "What? ...Yes, I'll do the same," he muttered. Just when things couldn't get more complicated, a cryptic dream shakes Silas to his core. "He is your child. If you reject him too, he will die!" And soon after, a five-year-old child appears, leaving Silas utterly confused. "You are mine... In this life, I will make you my slave, destroy those bastards, and erase their bloodline." A bitter love tangled in hatred—one that transcends lifetimes. Someone is willing to go to any lengths to claim Silas, no matter the cost. Can Silas rewrite the fate from his past life? Or will history repeat itself? ---------------------- Discord server : https://discord.gg/SUSpfcDr9t

Later that day, Fin was out on his usual scrap run. The safe zone’s edge was a mess of twisted metal and broken concrete, leftovers from when the first Gates opened. He lugged a heavy bag over his shoulder, his boots crunching on gravel. The air smelled like rust and something faintly sour—probably a dead rat or worse. “Yo, Fin! Hurry it up!” his boss, Greg, yelled from the truck parked a hundred yards away. Greg was a squat, sweaty guy who acted like he was king of the scrap heap. “We ain’t got all day!” “Yeah, yeah,” Fin muttered under his breath. He bent down to grab a jagged piece of rebar, his fingers brushing the cold metal. His power kicked in—useless as ever. He could feel every nick and dent in the steel, like it was whispering its boring life story to him. 'Wow, so thrilling,' he thought sarcastically. That’s when he heard it—a low, guttural growl. He froze. His head snapped up, eyes darting around. The safe zone wasn’t *supposed* to have monsters. That’s why it was called safe. But the sound came again, closer this time, from behind a pile of rubble. “Greg?” He called, his voice shaky. “You hear that?” No answer. The truck’s engine roared to life—Greg was bailing. “Fin, move your ass!” the man shouted before peeling out, dust kicking up behind him. “Seriously?!” Fin dropped the rebar and bolted. He wasn’t a runner, but fear made his legs move faster than he thought possible. The growling turned into a snarl, and he risked a glance back. Something big and scaly was charging after him—green skin, claws like kitchen knives, and a mouth full of teeth that didn’t fit right. A monster. A freaking monster.

[Ding!] [Cashback System Activation Requirement Met!] [System Binding In Progress...!] [System Successfully Linked!] [Spent $1,000. 10x Critical Hit. Earned $10,000. The money has been transferred to account XXX-XXX-XXX] [Spent at least $1,000 on a beautiful lady. Received 1 lottery ticket. Do you want to use it?] [YES][NO] Kyle was a man that has never had any luck in life and he was on the verge of ending it all after being fired from his minimum wage job due to a customer's complaint which turned out to be a lie but due to the customer being an attractive lady, no one believed Kyle. To make matters worse, he had to pay for the damages that was caused by the customer. Beautiful people, they had it easy, didn't they? This was his last step and he knew that he wouldn't see tomorrow as he searched for a river to throw himself in. He thought his mind finally broke as there was no explanation for the Cyan Screen that popped up as he clicked the [YES] button. [You have drawn Charm!] [Charm: There is nothing the user can't charm his way out of or into! The universe has blessed you with charisma!] "Hahaha! I must have lost my marbles..." Kyle muttered to himself but his phone soon rang out to show that he had a notification. And to his surprise, he saw $10,000 sitting in his account and his jaw dropped. "THIS IS FOR REAL!!!"

--WSA 2025 ENTRY-- Neraxis saved the people and wiped out the monsters, but instead of cheers, he faced silence and a glowing blue text: [Task Failed Successfully!] [Rating Generated: SSS-Rank] "The hell does that even mean?" he muttered, finding the situation a bit strange. Before he could process, the so-called heroes—who had hidden while he fought—emerged. He waited for gratitude, only to feel a dagger pierce his back. The only girl he loved stood behind him. She betrayed him. The crowd and heroes? They were staring at him with disdain and contempt. "You..." he groaned as a spear and sword headed for him, ending his life. But instead of dying, he was sent back to the past—specifically, to the first day of the academy, year 2367, 8 years before his death. However, many things had changed. One of the most significant was the sudden appearance of a Tower, a mysterious structure that had appeared across all the continents, granting power to those brave enough to contest its challenges. "Not again... With this chance I will end you all" Neraxis vowed to himself, embarking on his path of revenge, while also trying to give his life new meaning. ***** Disclaimer: MC is not instantly going to be a villain, as his background is that of a hero. The switch will be gradual in accordance with the events that happen along the way. Some snippets of such events have already been teased :) *****

She loved once. It destroyed her. She won’t make the same mistake again. Mizuki Wolfe should have had it all—the perfect love, the perfect life. But love, as she learned, was nothing more than a cruel illusion. In her first life, she gave her heart to the wrong man, trusted the wrong people, and paid the ultimate price. When she died, she carried nothing but regrets. Then she woke up—alive. A second chance. A new life. And this time, she knows better. Now, Mizuki has one rule: never fall in love again. She walks away from her engagement to billionaire Pablo Rossi without a second thought. She plays matchmaker, ensuring he ends up with someone else. The world watches in shock, but no one dares to ask the real question—why? Because if they did, they’d never believe the answer. Then came HIM. A rockstar with a voice that sends shivers down her spine. A pair of mismatched eyes—one gold, one blue—that seem to see everything. K is the kind of man who sings of soulmates, who believes in fated love as if it’s a force stronger than time itself. And the moment he lays eyes on Mizuki, he knows. She is his. But Mizuki doesn’t believe in fate. She’s lived this life before, and she refuses to repeat the same mistakes. Only… fate doesn’t seem to care what she believes. And neither does he. A battle of heart versus destiny. A love that wasn’t supposed to happen—again. Will Mizuki’s walls finally break, or will K learn that even soulmates can slip through fate’s fingers? A story of second chances, soulmates, and the impossible fight against destiny. ---------------------------------------------- “Miss Mizuki,” he greeted, his voice deep and smooth, the kind of voice that belonged in an expensive whiskey commercial—or better yet, a lover’s whisper. Mizuki blinked. Then again. Her mouth opened to respond, but what emerged was less “hello” and more “garbled wheeze.” Lizbeth, her ever-loyal assistant, jabbed her sharply in the ribs. “Hey,” she whispered, her tone sly, “I think the leading man just fell in love with you at first sight.” “Shh!” Mizuki hissed, her face heating up. She tried to regain her footing, figuratively and literally, but managed only to trip over her own feet. She lurched forward, arms flailing in what she hoped looked like an intentional movement. K, lightning-quick, caught her before disaster struck. His hands were firm yet gentle as they steadied her. Up close, those stunning eyes were even more hypnotic, and the faint scent of cedar and rain seemed to linger around him. “Are you all right?” he asked, his lips quirking into a smile that somehow managed to be both kind and devastatingly alluring. Mizuki’s brain short-circuited. She realized she was still clutching his arms and yanked herself back so fast she almost stumbled again. Lizbeth leaned closer, whispering gleefully, “You okay? Your heart’s racing.” “I want to run,” Mizuki muttered, barely moving her lips. “What?” Lizbeth asked, her grin widening. “I want to run,” Mizuki repeated in a fierce whisper. “Far away. To another country, maybe.” Lizbeth snickered. “Flight at first sight, huh?” “Yes!” Mizuki hissed, shooting a panicked glance at K, who was still watching her like she was the only thing worth noticing in the entire room. His gaze was so warm, so intense, it could have melted steel—and definitely her composure. She shot a look at Lizbeth, who was no help at all, and then at the nearest exit. She was already planning her escape. Update Schedule: Start February 14, 2024 Update: daily at midnight follow me on IG: @schreient_rui Like the story? gimme coffee :D https://ko-fi.com/schreient

Sold by her father, Bella short for Arabella, was forced to live a life as a slave that would entertain the guests of the castle. The job of slaves were merely to be humiliated and to have as feast once they became a boring creature toward the guests. Arabella with her fierce attitude had only caused more trouble than good, although that helped her from being feasted by the vampires until her body dried up, the vampires also enjoy in harming her, toying with her, hoping to see that one day she would break. However she had caught the wrong attention by those crimson gaze, eventually being the toy of the one and only Mad Crown Prince of Versailles. Eventually this interest only cause her to be more tangled by the twisted and thorny battle for the Throne. Will eventually Bella concede and accept the Mad crown prince? Or will she finally succeed in running away from his grasp. Why her? *** excerpt*** Arabella felt her wrists stung as the shackle around her wrist jingled from the sudden pull. She then met with the icy red eyes that brood down upon her appearance, drinking into every inch of her figure as if he was studying her, even to how those breaths escaped her lips. "I thought we had bonded over the days we have spent together, Bella," he sang, his bright scarlet eyes betraying the singing tone he had used as it had grown so dark and filled with anger. "Yet you left so quickly as soon as I opened the castle gate." Bella gritted her teeth, her eyes glaring at him as she defiantly shook his hand off her face, "I can remind you if you have forgotten it, Your Majesty, I am kept here against my wish." Cassius' smile faded as he stared at her. The sudden pin-drop silence filled her nerves with tension as she found his smileless face the most terrifying sight. She had always known his fearsome side however, it felt scarier tonight. Bella tried to endure how loud her heart had raced against her chest, gathering her breaths together even though it remained shallow in his presence. "So cold," he muttered, his tone trying to tease her, but she could see the raw anger crossing his eyes. "You cannot run from me. Not after what we've done. Not after what you promised." Her heart faltered. She wasn't supposed to stay in this castle; she knew that the royal palace was filled with those vampire monsters who would kill for their desire, simply to have fun. She knew she should never give her heart to any of these monsters, and she had once believed she would never. But that was until Cassius came. She had made that promise because her heart had betrayed her, and she wished that she had never uttered that promise. Promises she had made to him on the call of love. Yet deep within her, a part of her still crave for him. "You're not the first one I have broken my promises with," she gritted her teeth and looked up at him, "I broke my promise the way you broke yours first, isn't it fair?" "Fair? Then was everything a lie, Arabella?" he murmured, his hands cupping her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You were mine the moment you entered my castle. And you will be mine until the very end." She gulped as his eyes shone underneath the moonlight, his gaze unforgiving over her, exposing his wild hunger. Her breath caught, her pulse quickening. "A human and a vampire should have never stayed together. They were all right." "I don't care," he spoke through his clenched jaw. "You're going to remain here by my side forever."

Vector hates math! With all his heart! Due to severe dyscalculia, he can’t even handle the simplest calculations, like 1+9! “I HATE MATH!!!” he mutters, tormented, until this thought consumes him. Many years later, now old and sick, Vector finds himself on the brink of death. But with his final breath, something extraordinary happens: Vector wakes up, reincarnated in another world, one where dragons, fairies, and creatures of all kinds are part of his new reality. Here, in the continent "Harmony", magic is revered and is based on “Syntony” that each person can develop with one of the seven elements. Vector is initially excited about the possibility of learning and using magic! But when he least expects it, he’s hit with a shocking revelation that will change his life forever: “I… have a Syntony… with MATH?!” - - - - - - - - - - - - - What to expect: • Very intelligent MC, but with a somewhat grumpy attitude at first • Protagonist Growth • Fantasy, Adventure, and lots of Mysteries • Powers related to Math • UPDATES: Every Tuesday, Friday, and Sunday at 3:14 AEDT (UTC/GMT+11)

Coming back from London as a well known psychologist, Zhao Wenli couldn't hold her joy for not seeing her family for 20 years after being separated from them when she was just 3 years old in her mind, she only knows of how her parents looked like from the photo her parents gave her, on her way to the airport. she didn't loath them but couldn't help to feel the love of Parenthood. life could only feel unfair when her father's closet friend's son framed them of embezzlement of funds and many illicit activities, made her to forcefully lay force threats on the already unbeatable son, Hua Wudi. in the almost quest for survival after realizing her mistake, met her tragic death. just a few days to her arrival from London, she met her end. "if I had known of my fate, I would rather not return and miss my parents unconditionally in London" she muttered as she breathe her last. The heavens heard her silent prayer and transmigrated her to a world of cold war and unequal cultivations which she never thought of being in one. There, she met Hua Wudi as the unbeatable leader. remembering her tragic fate in her past life, decides to avoid him. but fate already has other plans for her. Just because of the one single silent prayer. Heavens didn't grant her prayers but made it worst for her, either that she makes her a life living hell or, a better place for living. in anyway, the ball is now in her court.

The strive for power,the need to stand to stand on top of the world. There wasn't something new for Andrew to which he didn't care that much about. He laid back as he saw Gods, protagonists and villains to fall on this trope. Why wasn't it important to him, because it all classified as Hedonism and Fear to him. The need to strive for power for benefits."Hedonism." and the strive to abstain from death or servitude."Fear." How was any of this important to him now, because that was one of his exploits. It also didn't help that he had unrealistically overpowered "skills" against his opponents. "Every being that has the displeasure of existing falls under the principle of hedonism and fear. Once experiencing it,there is no stopping so regardless of what they do,only one fate awaits them." He mused in his void. "Andrew,come give me a hand." A voice rang making him emerge from his palace and Infront of him was a lady with blood covered all over her along with a dying body next to her feet. The lady gave him a gun to which he coldly looked at the person crawling on the ground. "Shoot him,my doll." *Bang* "Things never change." Andrew muttered beneath his breathe. Also if you aren't a fan of op mc. Do not touch thank you!!!

Carter Williams war der typische zwanzigjährige Verlierer. Nach einer Schlägerei auf der Straße, bei der er bewusstlos wurde, wacht er im Körper eines jungen Drachen in einer völlig neuen Welt auf. Bewaffnet mit einem System, das ihm hilft, und zwei schönen Frauen, die ihn unterstützen, schwört Carter, sich nie wieder im Dunkeln zu verstecken und den Titel des Drachenkönigs anzustreben. - Zusätzlicher Tag : Juri Der Diskord-Link lautet: https://discord.gg/q68P5JPnNz

[Mission: Held hands with him—COMPLETED!] [Next Step: Sleep in same bed,uwu] [Hehe, Cheq…..come let’s together fall in this tragedy called love! Let me immerse you in my soft rice.] Noticing the hot gaze and unconcealable thoughts of his boss whose eyes seemed a bit fierce and dangerous as she slowly approached him, Cheq took a deep breath. Until one day, the crazy woman couldn’t take it anymore and pinned him on the bed, “Fool, can’t you recognise me? Your biggest online fan had always been me!” Cheq: “___” Helplessly, he could only mutter, “God, I tried my best!” “After all, in the end, I am a man, please forgive this sinner!” [P.S This book contains the rare tag-Eavesdropping.] (sweet and fierce romance assured) ………