Cindy Lou Who Versus The Grinch

Zijiang Zhenyu, a brilliant and successful modern woman, meets a tragic end after being betrayed by her husband and best friend—the very people she trusted most. Poisoned and pushed from a rooftop, her life ends in betrayal. But fate gives her a second chance—Zhenyu awakens in the body of Helian Qingyin, the voiceless and forgotten third concubine of the ancient Ninghua Empire. Armed with future knowledge and haunted by Qingyin’s lingering soul, Zhenyu vows revenge. Yet behind palace walls lie secrets far beyond betrayal. Between forbidden love, a trapped spirit, and a mysterious dimensional mirror that bends time itself, Zhenyu must navigate a twisted fate. In a body that died once before, will she uncover the truth—or be consumed by the echoes of two lives?

Violet Maxwell only wanted to escape reality so she chose the least threatening class in Sanctum Online: Healer. She never expected her party to betray her. She never expected to die in a corrupted dungeon. And she definitely never expected to come back… rewritten. SYSTEM ERROR: Healing Protocol Rejected. New Class Assigned — FATEBREAKER. Now marked as a system anomaly with powers no player should have, Violet can do more than heal. She can reverse death, rewrite stats, and corrupt entire quests. But the game doesn’t see her as a player anymore. It sees her as a threat. She’s hunted by Admin Hunters, elite enforcers sent to erase her led by Tyler Jackson, the game’s top ranked player and coldest executioner. But the longer Tyler chases her, the more he questions who the real enemy is: Violet... or the system they both serve. As glitched zones spread and gods start waking, Violet must choose: Heal the world. Or break it.

In a world where every child was born with a "Sentence"—a predetermined prophecy of the sins they would commit—Lilith was the only one with nothing. No sentence. No name. No one awaited her existence. She lived hidden deep in the forest, completely isolated from the outside world, raised by an amorphous entity she called Father. Father never slept. Never ate. Never breathed. He only spoke, and waited. One day, Lilith suddenly heard the future echo of a stranger approaching: > "She will kill you on the seventh day." Father laughed, a resounding, echoing sound, as if he had been waiting for that moment for a very long time.

When Regina Anderson transfers to the secluded and strangely charming Lunebourne University, she expects new classes, awkward icebreakers, and maybe the occasional campus crush. What she doesn't expect—is Connor. Charming, sharp-tongued, and just mysterious enough to keep her guessing, Connor is everything she shouldn’t want… and everything she can’t look away from. Their situationship begins like any other college flirtation—eye contact, late-night texts, an accidental touch too many—but something darker hides beneath his smirk and silence. Then comes the full moon. Then comes the golden eyes. Then comes the truth: Connor isn’t just emotionally unavailable. He’s biologically… impossible. As Regina is drawn deeper into his world—and her own spiraling heart—she must decide: is he the love of her life, her biggest mistake… or something far more dangerous? A story of late-night dances, buried secrets, and the monsters we choose to love, My Situationship is a Werewolf? is a paranormal coming-of-heart tale about growing up, letting go, and falling for someone who might just bite.

"You’re ours," Varen whispered, his voice a velvet threat, "and we don’t share unless it’s with each other." I was never supposed to matter. An omega raised in the shadows, hidden behind my warrior family's shame, I only ever wanted to survive. Maybe, if I was lucky, find love with someone like me— someone quiet. Gentle. Unseen. But the moon had other plans. And under its eerie blue glow, three impossibly powerful, dangerously beautiful Alphas—triplets— claimed me as their mate. Varen. The charming firebrand with a wicked tongue and a sugarcane smile. Kiel. The silent forest poet who sings to wolves and kisses like moonlight. Thorne. The battle-scarred leader who doesn’t believe in fate... yet burns when I walk away. They were meant to lead the pack. I was meant to be nothing. Now I’m caught between them — between chaos and devotion, between savage protection and secret longing. I should have run the night they called me "mate." But when my bloodline reveals a rare power the world thought extinct, I become the key to a storm that could tear our world apart. Betrayal bleeds through every shadow. My family sold me. My enemies want to own me. And love? It was never supposed to look like this. But maybe fate didn’t get it wrong. Maybe I was never made for one mate. Maybe I was made for them all.

Morir no fue el final. Fue el inicio de su reinado. Rinne despierta en la nada: sin cuerpo, sin recuerdos, sin voz... hasta que una la elige. Un sistema misterioso la lanza a Sclodt, un mundo gobernado por coronas y cuchillos en la espalda. Ahí, abre los ojos en el cuerpo de una reina adolescente: sin familia, sin aliados y con enemigos que sonríen mientras afilan su caída. Pero Rinne no está sola. Tiene una ventaja: Una voz en su mente. Y una segunda oportunidad. Con astucia fría, un pasado enterrado y el Sistema 616 como guía, va a enfrentarse a la corte... y decidir si ese trono será su tumba o su arma. Esta vez, no piensa rogar por su vida. Piensa gobernar.

He was once the Crown Heir to the Great Dominion of Valrion — respected, admired, loved… until they turned on him. His own family. His closest friend. His beloved. Falsely accused of treason, stripped of his powers, and burned at the stake, Aedric Valtoris died cursing the gods. But the heavens heard him. And now — reborn 10 years in the past — with memories of betrayal carved deep into his soul, Aedric will tear through the realm with only one goal: Revenge. But in a world filled with gods, demons, blood contracts, and forbidden magic, he must fight not just for vengeance… …but for the right to rewrite destiny itself.

Alex was just another ordinary gamer—until the day he died. Struck down by a terminal illness, he found solace in his favorite game, a vast fantasy RPG filled with powerful warriors, intricate politics, and world-shaking events. But before he could see the game's ending, fate had other plans. When he opens his eyes again, he’s no longer Alex from Earth. Instead, he’s Alex Dragonheart, a nameless extra in the very game he once played. Not a protagonist. Not even a villain. Just an unknown side character who was fated to die early, forgotten by history. Armed with only half of the game’s knowledge, an unawakened bloodline, and a mysterious sealed skill, Alex is thrown into a brutal world where strength is everything. His beloved younger sister is sick and needs treatment, but his past self had been powerless to save her. Not anymore. Determined to rewrite his fate, Alex will rise through the ranks, manipulate events from the shadows, and seize power that was never meant for him. If fate refuses to acknowledge him, then he’ll carve his own legend—one that even the gods will fear. After all, in a world where only the strong survive, even an extra can become a nightmare. ( Okay guys just because there is a system tag does not mean he will get everything handed to him he will have to work hard to attain power because I will make it so )

Fifteen years ago, Asahi Ryuuji was just a humble farmer and martial arts enthusiast from Earth—until he was transported to another world and gifted with an extraordinary power known only as the [Gift of the World]. Chosen as humanity’s last hope, he fought endlessly across kingdoms, ravaged battlefields, and against time itself. And finally, he did the unthinkable: he defeated the Demon Lord and his four strongest generals in a single, world-shaking battle. But victory didn’t bring him peace. Haunted by the countless lives he ended—even those of monsters—Asahi vanished from the world he saved. No grand parades. No goodbyes. No crown. He retreated to the most dangerous and uncharted island in the realm, where nature is wild, magic is ancient, and dragons still roam. There, he began a new life—one of soil, silence, and healing. Now 35 years old, Asahi farms quietly, surrounded by beasts most would flee from, and seeks only the comfort of growing things and listening to the wind. But the world hasn't forgotten him. Neither has she. Elysia—the Dragon Queen, strongest of her kind and ruler of skies—descends upon his island, not with fire or fury, but with understanding. Having watched from afar as Asahi sacrificed everything, she comes not to drag him back to glory, but to stay... by his side. This is not the story of battles and heroes. It is the story of what happens after the final war. Of quiet mornings, shared meals, and slowly blooming love. Of a man learning how to live again.

Sarang, once a beloved child actress, mysteriously vanished from the spotlight at the age of 21, leaving behind fame and unanswered questions. For five years, no one knew where she was—until she is unexpectedly spotted returning to Korea. At the airport, she crosses paths with Yejun, a fellow former child star who grew up alongside her and has since become a top actor. As Sarang seeks a quiet, anonymous life, Yejun’s unresolved feelings for his first love resurface. Can Sarang truly escape her past when the person who holds her heart is now the man the whole nation adores?

There are visual images hidden in the comments, don't miss them! __________________________________________________ I have died more than once. In the square. The executioner was trembling, but his strike was steady. I looked into my king’s eyes, and he did not look away. He didn’t even flinch when my spine cracked beneath the blade. In the court hall. I was accused of treason, of betrayal, of heresy. They tied me to the stake, doused me in oil, and set me on fire. I screamed, not from pain, but from humiliation. He stood in the crowd. And again, he didn’t stop it. Didn’t turn away. He simply… let me burn. I died in a silent room, with my hands over my belly. My child didn’t breathe. No healer, no prayer, no tears could save him. When he entered the chamber, it was already too late. He came to the bed. Sat beside me. Said nothing. Just held my hand until I stopped breathing. Each time, I woke again. Once more, in this cold body. In this stone bed. In this castle, where it still smells of his wine, his ink, his power. But I am no longer the same. I do not forgive. I do not forget. I am the queen whose blood was spilled by the king’s command. And whose smile is now colder than his sword.

They say, although you never really know how reliable 'they' are, that over five million people go missing every year and are never heard from again. Is that worldwide? America only? I never cared enough to pay attention, because as far as I was concerned, it had nothing to do with me. No one I know has ever disappeared, and the odds say that no one I ever know ever will. There's more people who live in New York City than that, and I've never even been to New York City, much less lived there. I don't know anyone who has. Besides. There's so many more pressing matters to think about. I never have the sort of free time I need to think that, really, I'm playing a lottery with crappy odds I didn't ask to play in. Every single person I know is another entry every year, and first prize is ending up among those people that lose someone who never reappears. Sooner or later, there's a lot of people who win the grand prize jackpot they didn't know they were competing for. At seventeen the state of Oregon doesn't think I'm ready for the cut-throat world of scratch tickets and guessing lottery numbers. Turns out there's some lotteries out there that you don't need to play to win. Some people see their numbers on the television, some people have to wrestle them back from enthusiastic shop owners, and then some people take the scenic route from the bus stop and run into a wall of light and weightlessness halfway home. I grew up in a little town in the Pacific Northwest that's never been in any movies, and I hit the jackpot at seventeen years old.

Eighteen-year-old Ryuji Toyoda was the son of the sixty-nine-year-old hereditary head of Toyota Motor Corporation — Akio Toyoda. He studied at the prestigious private Keio University and led a luxurious life full of parties, sex, and rock ’n’ roll. However, everything changed the day Ryuji suddenly discovered a villain system within himself. “Zen... The Chinese exchange student Liu Yi is about to face his fateful opportunity — the demonic fox Lin Tong, who possesses a fiery spiritual body. Objective: steal this opportunity. Reward: a low-level spiritual technique — ‘Body Relaxation.’”

THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME A Darkly Romantic Tale of Obsession, Forbidden Longing, and a Love That Won’t Be Ignored --- "I was supposed to hate him. Then he stole me." Sarah Jane, a quiet 17-year-old with a heart too tender for her own good, never asked for the attention of Andrew Knight—the ruthless, coldly beautiful CEO of AK Corporation. She certainly never expected to be dragged into his world, forced to live under his roof, or subjected to his unnerving gaze that seems to strip her soul bare. But Andrew Knight doesn’t ask. He takes. After a chance encounter awakens a long-buried obsession, Andrew whisks Sarah away to his gilded mansion, claiming her as his own. Yet this is no fairy tale—this is a war. He replaces her old things with expensive replicas—identical, but better. He watches her sleep, tucking her in with hands that could crush empires. He memorizes her sighs, counts her blushes, and hates how much he craves her fear. And Sarah? She should resist. But the deeper she falls into his world, the harder it becomes to deny the truth: Andrew Knight didn’t just steal her freedom. He stole the broken pieces of her heart—and refuses to give them back. --- WHY IT WORKS: “HE NOTICED HER FOUR YEARS AGO.” (Flashbacks reveal Andrew has been watching since her school speech. That photo in his drawer? Just the beginning.) “SHE LEFT HER DOOR UNLOCKED ON PURPOSE.” (And he knows it. The midnight temple kiss? Neither of them will admit it happened.) “THE COCKROACH SCENE.” (A bug makes him yank her into his chest. His heartbeat? Faster than hers.) “SAM, THE ULTIMATE CHAOS GREMLIN.” (“Andrew, if you keep glaring at her, she’ll think you hate her.” Andrew: “Good.” —Lies. Lies everywhere.) “THE ‘ONLY YOU’ WHISPER IN THE MAYBACH.” (His car. His rules. Her in the passenger seat. No one else.) --- TROPES YOU’LL DEVOUR: "Touch Her and You Die" Energy Forced Proximity (One mansion. Two stubborn hearts.) "Who Hurt You?" Backstories Slow Burn (So slow it burns the house down) Possessive AF CEO (“Look at me, Sarah. Only me.”) --- FINAL HOOK: "He was supposed to be her prison. Instead, he became her addiction." --- READ IF YOU DARE: You love morally grey men who loathe their own weakness. You live for heroines who are soft but never weak. You need a slow burn that hurts so good. --- WARNING: This story contains: Unresolved sexual tension (So much glaring.) A CEO who doesn’t know how to relax (But tries for her.) Sam. (Just… Sam.) --- THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME (Because love isn’t given. It’s claimed.)

In the ancient city of Padmavati, Princess Dattadevi, daughter of King Ganapati Naga, is known for her unmatched grace and sharp intellect. As the Naga kingdom teeters on the edge of political chaos, her beloved brother—the crown prince—lies bedridden from a mysterious illness. Whispers of betrayal grow louder within the palace walls. Tensions rise as Dattadevi’s ambitious cousin, Veerkund, begins tightening his grip on the kingdom, oppressing the people and manipulating the court. To protect her land, Dattadevi is forced into a political marriage with the rising northern emperor, Samudragupta—a decision that could either save or destroy everything she holds dear.

In a world as massive as a sun where gods rise, timelines shatter, and continents war beneath heaven’s gaze one soul awakens again. On Earth, he was a man obsessed with logic, brilliance, and duplication a genius whose thoughts grew so fast they consumed his mind. He died in madness... or so he thought. Now reborn in the Shenzu Realm, his name is Lu Zhen, a disciple of a forgotten, lowly sect. His body is weak, his potential ranks among the lowest. His enemies are many. But what they cannot see is that his mind is still his own. And he remembers everything. As sects rise and empires clash, Lu Zhen walks a path unseen: He reads. He calculates. He splits. He will build a sect of himself a ghost sect that no one can find And when the world finally realizes the game being played, the board will already be his. In a realm ruled by brute force, one man will conquer everything… by calculation.

‘Opposites attract’—no, they don’t. Opposites hate each other. Opposites want to kill each other. Even if there’s a teensy bit of attraction between them. As righteous and pure-hearted as Villiem Reinhardt is, he can’t stop himself from having repulsive thoughts towards the person he’s meant to worship, Emperor Carlyle Azazel. Carlyle is everything Villiem preaches against. Villiem is the most irritating person in existence to Carlyle. There’s a gray area between good and bad, white and black, hate and love. It’s a matter of time before opposites find themselves trapped in that middle ground with no way to escape. Actually, it’s only a matter of time before opposites walk into that middle ground and choose to remain there. #violence #hatelove #toxic #angst

Abandoned at birth. Exiled through holy fire. Raised in the jaws of hell. Amon was cast into the abyss as a child — sacrificed by the Pope himself under the lie of “divine will.” Born with royal blood and labeled a cursed vessel, he was fed to the demons. But he didn’t die. He learned. He adapted. He devoured. Twenty years later, he sits upon a throne of bone, the soul of a demon king burning within him, his humanity twisted by betrayal and survival. Now, he is no longer just a man. No longer just a demon. He is something else. As war brews across realms and ancient powers awaken, Amon sets his eyes on the ultimate prize: The Key to the Human World. To reclaim what was stolen. To unmask false gods. To conquer both Heaven and Hell. Let the world beware — The soul devourer has returned.

In a world so vast it takes centuries to walk, where every grain of soil breathes with its own soul and monsters wait behind beauty, a boy awakens beneath a silver tree with no memory… only a name: Vael. He is fourteen. He is alone. And something deep within him makes the world hold its breath. From forgotten villages to cursed towers, from laughter in taverns to blood on dungeon floors, Vael’s journey becomes more than survival—it becomes a question of what it truly means to live. Alongside friends he meets, loses, and may one day find again, he seeks not power, not glory, but something far more elusive: The meaning of being human. Told entirely through Vael’s eyes, The Storyteller’s Echo is a poetic, immersive odyssey that flows without breaks, transitions, or cuts—just one breath after another, like life itself. Every character, every moment, every choice matters. Because in this world, the smallest soul can alter fate. And sometimes, the most beautiful stories are the ones that feel… a little too real.

Earth, a beautiful planet with a symphony of lives of many species, human kingdom, plants kingdom and animal kingdom harmoniously contrive to make this world a unique place to live in. However, this world after a hundred more years in the future, a "portal of destruction" was accidentally opened. And the humanity is in the brink of collapse from the invasion of powerful creatures, devils, demons and otherworldly species. At a time when everyone was suffering from the blows inflicted by enemies and there was no hope in sight. A "hybrid human", because of his care to the people he loved, armed with his magical prowess and strong determination to defend the world, banded with the "ancient heroes" that was being resurrected thru the help of the ordinary humans with its advancements in technology. Defended this world, they were the "heroes in the legend" that serves as the stronghold of humanity against the "mythical creatures", that is adamant to conquer this promised world. Let us walk with this heroes as they journeyed to defend the humanity and the whole world.

Sora Han wrote to escape. Her story about a quiet bookstore—a place that finds people at just the right moment—lived quietly online, chapter by chapter, for years. Almost no one noticed. Except for one reader. But life moved on. Sora stopped writing. She let the story fade. Until one day, it goes viral. When she returns, she discovers the truth: that one reader who never left is Rin—a rising idol whose music once saved her on her loneliest nights. Their paths don’t cross on big stages or under bright lights. They meet in quiet bookstores, small towns, and the moments most people overlook. Some stories don’t need a grand ending. Some doors never really close. And sometimes, the right person has been walking with you all along. A story about the connections we carry and the words we leave behind.

In a world where countless web novel universes intertwine—where soldier kings, mercenary overlords, god-tier tycoons, and even demons clash in brutal battles—protagonists rise, charm breathtaking heroines, seize boundless opportunities, and fight tooth and nail for supremacy. But among them, there is one man who stands above all. A man who has finally crossed into another world. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in the body of a young man named Veil Lancaster. "A villain doomed to be trampled by the protagonist? Am I really just a disposable side character?" Veil muttered. But why should he accept that fate? His father wielded absolute power. His mother was a legendary business magnate. What made the so-called "protagonist" any more special than him? Luckily, at that very moment, he awakened the Villain System. One day in the future— "Veil! You crippled me, stole my chances, and even took my woman! You bastard! You’ll pay for this! Heaven will punish you!" A protagonist roared in fury, coughing up blood. Veil smiled faintly and said, "I didn’t do anything. This was simply your fate." "A pawn has only one destiny—to be placed exactly where I want it." Remember this well. I, Veil Lancaster, desire nothing more than to be a charming and wicked villain.

Prince Erik is the last of the dragons—raised in hiding, burning with vengeance, and disguised as a silent, brooding knight. Luna is the true heir to the throne, hidden away as a child and raised as a peasant boy named Leo. She carries within her the stolen power of Erik’s dragon parents—power that keeps her alive, but was never meant to be hers. In her place, Adara, a selfish orphan with no royal blood, wears the crown and lives as the kingdom’s beloved “princess.” As Luna secretly trains to become a royal knight to serve and protect Adara, she meets Erik—both unaware of each other’s true identity. Erik sees her as a rival… until he begins to see her strength, her kindness, and something that shakes his mission to its core. He was raised to reclaim the power stolen from his family—even if it means killing the one who holds it. But Luna is nothing like he expected. She was raised to protect the fake princess—even if it costs her life. But Erik is nothing like she feared. In a world torn by a deadly war between dragons and humans, where hatred runs deep and secrets are buried in royal bloodlines, two enemies find themselves fighting side by side… and feeling something they cannot name. He should destroy her. Instead, he protects her. He dreams of revenge. But he can’t bear the thought of her in pain. As truths unravel and destinies clash, Erik and Luna must face the question that could change everything: Will Erik take back his power and let Luna die? Or will he defy fate for the girl who was never supposed to matter? A story of hidden identities, silent love, dangerous loyalty, and a bond that could save the world… or end it. Who is the true heir? Who is the real monster? And above all… Who am I?

Riyan lost everything—his family, his voice, his reason to live. Then a meteor destroyed the world and gave him something no one else had: slow regeneration and immortality. Two years later, the world has changed. Powered humans roam the skies, Hero Academies train the elite, and monsters fill sealed impact zones. Riyan should’ve died. Instead, he wakes in the ruins—unknown, unharmed, but unable to die. Now, with only his grandfather’s final words—“Live”—echoing in his memory, Riyan joins Vireon Hero Academy, not to be a hero… but to learn how to be human again.

Seorang gadis berlari kearah hutan dengan sekuat tenaga, dia berusaha menjauh dari tempat yang membuat dirinya tersiksa selama 4 hari. Beberapa kali kaki dan tangannya terkena ranting dan kayu membuat luka goresan di tubuhnya, apalagi kepala yang sedari tadi pusing itu tidak membuat niatnya kabur dari sana hilang. Dia sudah bertekad bahwa lebih baik tersesat dihutan dan mati didalam sana dibanding harus mati di tangan pria bajingan itu. Tapi apakah larinya belum cukup jauh? Kenapa dia masi bisa mendengar suara mobil orang itu datang, Sialan sekarang orang itu mengetahui dia kabur! "Kau ingin mati! Diam saja kau disana!" Sial! Padahal dia sudah berlari cukup jauh. *Splaash*