Frantic

After struggling in the apocalypse for ten years, Yao Ran died and returned to the three months before everything began. She returns with hatred and thirsts for revenge, intent on making those who owe her pay with their lives. With her grandfather's inheritance, Yao Ran sold everything and frantically hoarded weapons, medicine, food, and supplies. She sharpened her sword, stockpiled up supplies, settled scores with scoundrels and villains, and repaid them with both enmity and kindness. When disaster strikes, she begins her revenge, facing a dangerous world, and is determined to outlast her previous life.

Cian's life has always been a mix of chaos and routine—high school, his loving yet overbearing family, and hanging out with his best friends, Sam and Logan. But everything changes after a stormy morning leaves him with a strange feeling he can't shake. A mysterious figure appears, watching him, and a frantic call from his sister cuts off abruptly. By the end of the day, Cian finds himself standing in an empty, silent house, realizing that the darkness he's been feeling is far more real than he imagined. Secrets are beginning to unravel, and Cian must confront the growing darkness—both outside and within. As the storm builds, he’ll have to decide who to trust and how far he’s willing to go to protect those he loves. Some shadows aren’t meant to be faced alone.

As Mia drove through the bustling city streets, her heart began to race—not from the traffic, but from the chilling knowledge that a bomb had been planted in her car. The news had come through a frantic message on her phone, a warning from an anonymous source that sent her spiraling into a state of panic. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white as she fought to maintain control. With every red light, her dread deepened. She knew that the moment she stopped the car, the bomb would detonate. The thought of leaving her Lysander behind filled her with a profound sense of sorrow. They had so many plans, dreams of a future together that now felt impossibly distant. With trembling hands, she picked up her phone and dialed Lysander’s number. “Mi Amore?” Lysander’s voice came through, laced with concern. “What’s wrong?” Mia smiled sadly, he could always tell when something was bothering her and yet she was going to leave him. “Lysander , I need you to listen to me,” she said, her voice quivering. “ You’re a very great person. I never thought I would find this type of love. I only thought love like this was just a fairytale. But you….you….” Mia paused taking in a deep breath. “Anna? What’s happening? Is something wrong? You’re scaring me.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she turned her head towards the backseat where the bomb sat. How could she tell this to Lysander? She was going to die and leave him. She was going to leave him alone with the thoughts and dreams they shared. Silence hung heavy on the line, and Anna could almost hear the rapid beating of her heart. “I just found out…… I… I don’t have much time,” she choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, love. I won’t be able to see you again.” “Don’t say that! We’ll figure this out! Just tell me what’s happening? ” he urged, desperation creeping into his tone. “No, please, just listen. It’s too late now. I love you so much, and I want you to remember that. You’ve made my life so beautiful. I wish I could hold you one last time.” Her voice broke as she fought to keep her composure. “Anna, don’t—” “I have to go, Lysander . Just know that I’m always with you.” With that, she hung up, her heart shattering into a million pieces. She looked at the cliff ahead of her and stepped on the gas, the car racing towards the cliff. ************* In the heart of a bustling college town, twenty-year-old Anna Mia Harper is juggling classes, bills, and a growing sense of despair as an orphan navigating life on her own. Desperate for cash, she stumbles upon a peculiar job listing: a grave cleaner and companion for the dead at the local cemetery, promising a month’s rent for just one night of work. Excited by the prospect, Anna Mia arrives under the eerie glow of the moon, ready to face whatever the night may bring. But when she encounters a mysterious man lounging atop a tombstone—one who bears a striking resemblance to a deceased local legend—her heart races. Is he a ghost, a trick of the light, or something more sinister?

"Get your hands off me!" she almost shouted, wrestling against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.

Awakening beneath the waves, a stone giant rises from the depths, its body sculpted by nature itself, covered in cracks and crowned with trees. Confused and disoriented, it towers over an island teeming with life—a place where animals roam without fear of its enormous presence. But as sunlight warms its rocky frame, fragments of a life lost begin to flicker in its mind: memories of a man, hurrying through a crowd, a frantic rush to catch a train, and a fatal fall onto the tracks. Haunted by these flashes of a former existence, the giant questions its purpose. Is this some form of afterlife? Or has it been reborn as an ancient being tied to the earth? With each step across the island, it senses a pull to uncover its origins, piecing together who—or what—it once was. As it explores this wild land, the giant begins to discover powers bound to the earth, abilities it never could have imagined. Yet, even as it connects to the natural world, the giant feels echoes of its past humanity, a lingering sense of loss and purpose that drives it forward. Through encounters with the island’s creatures and the mysterious forces surrounding it, the stone giant embarks on a journey to rediscover its identity, bridging the gap between its human soul and its newfound, towering form of rock and and root.

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Maximillian's hands cupped Julian's face, his thumbs tracing the soft contours of the latter's jaw. He leaned in, their breaths mingling in an exchange of pheromones. Julian felt the heat radiating from Maximillian's body, his own heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Only a whisper of space separated their lips from each other. Maximillian's voice was a husky sigh against Julian's mouth. "If you don't want this, push me away." The challenge hung heavy in the air, but Julian met it head-on. "I do," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. In a single, fluid motion, he closed the distance, his lips meeting Maximillian's in a kiss that was both hesitant and hungry. ------------------ A catastrophic meteorite impact triggered the first evolution. A devastating global viral pandemic forced the second evolution. Insatiable human greed drove the third evolution. What does it feel like to play hide-and-seek with your enemy during the day, and entangle with him during the night? Julian Haas, a male omega, formerly known as Laurent Krausser, shot Atticus Bates, a male alpha responsible for his father's demise. The murder attempt failed and ended in an explosive collapse, landing Julian in a hospital. The National Bureau of Security, tasked with investigating the fiery demise of the building, brought alpha Maximillian Grant face-to-face with the enigmatic omega, the only other survivor of the tragedy. Intent on gaining a second chance for revenge, Julian started to approach Maximillian. Unable to resist Julian's seductive advances, Maximillian was soon drowning in not only the omega's intoxicating scent but also the murky secrets at the heart of the third evolution. Warning tag : NOT a slow burn romance, a lot of smut scenes

Gregory Evans is called to investigate a terrorist attack and discovers that a radical Islamic group has been recruiting young people to carry out attacks in various locations in New York and there is only one person who can help him in the investigation, an enemy from the past. In a journey marked by deaths and secrets hidden in political relations, Gregory Evans finds clues that will bring him face to face with a shocking revelation and the astonishing truth that we have ignored for so long. Racing against time, Gregory Evans and the Italian mafia enter into a frantic hunt for religious and political assassins, and unravel enigmas, following a trail that may lead to the secret lair where lies the only hope of saving New York City, before it collapses.

A sixteen-year-old student, burdened by a gloomy and solitary life, finds himself thrust into a world beyond his wildest dreams. Enrolled in an elite school thanks to his parents’ financial sacrifices, his first day begins in chaos. Awakened late by his frantic mother, he rushes to his new school only to find himself overwhelmed by a sea of dazzling, confident students flaunting their wealth and charisma. Feeling out of place, he navigates the intimidating crowd, his head down and his heart heavy—until fate intervenes. A sudden collision with a woman radiating charm and flamboyance leaves him stunned. As he looks up, their eyes meet, and in that fleeting moment, his bleak world seems to shatter and rebuild all at once. She is more than just a stranger; she feels like a fragment of a lost love—someone he had been searching for without even knowing it. His life will never be the same again.

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He stood there silently, looking down at the wounds on his chest, but when he turned to stare at her, he had a smile on his face. She smiled in return when she saw the brilliant smile on his face, the same smile that had drawn her to him like a moth to the fire, even when her instincts screamed 'danger'. "It's finally come to an end," she thought. But her eyes widened immediately when she saw his body. Tears burst forth like a small stream as she ran to him. "No! Win!" She couldn't stop crying when she saw how he seemed to be on death's doorstep. "I'll take you to the hospital right now!" He shook his head when he heard her say those words. "No hospital. Right now, you are my hospital. I want to take in this beautiful sight that is you, nothing else should come first now, got it?" She nodded her head frantically like it'd bring him out of death's doorway. "Why?" She asked with a heavy heart. "I asked someone that question before, and I was left heartbroken some more seconds after that person gave me a reply," He said with a smile. He raised his hand to feel her face and a small smile of satisfaction appeared on his face. "I'm quite happy, my dear plum blossom, and sad at the same time. I'm happy because I didn't lose you this time, and sad because you might be all alone... because of my selfishness. This time, I changed my fate... " His hands dropped, and his eyes lost their luster immediately, but the smile never receded, they remained on his face. The smile on her face vanished without a trace immediately. "No, Win! Don't do this to me, don't do this to me, Win!" ...................................... His name was Winston, but everyone called him Win as an abb. He looked cool and gentle and easygoing, but only Melody knew that it was just a front. She would fight hard to uncover his deepest secrets, even at the cost of fallen in love, with him.

Kat grumbled a little before reluctantly quieting down, allowing Lucian speak. He continued, his eyes locking onto hers. "The second thing the mark does is tie your fate to the Kelpie's. I injured it badly. stabbed it in the back and it's neck. If it dies because of those wounds, you will die too." She felt a cold shock wash over her. "What? That's insane! Why would I die if it dies?" "The mark it put on you," Lucian explained, his hands never stopping their motion with the pen. "As the Kelpie suffers, so will you. It's dying now, and if it succumbs to its injuries, you'll follow soon after." "Wow, Katherine, way to go. You really outdid yourself," Kat muttered to herself, taking a deep breath. "Seeing a wet horse despite the dry weather wasn't enough for you to think something was wrong." "You saw it wet?" Lucian asked, his eyebrows frowning slightly. "Huh?... Yeah, is something wrong with that?" Kat asked, wondering why the horse being wet was more important to him at the moment than her dying. Lucian didn't say anything but just stared at the girl in front of him. 'There is something more to her, I just can't tell what it is' he thought. To further confirm his suspicion, he moved closer to Kat, closing the distance between them. He reached for the shoulder of her dress and pulled it down. The sudden action startled Kat. She exclaimed, "What do you think you are doing, pervert? Get away from me!" She tried hitting him, but she barely had the strength to sit up, let alone push him away. Lucain paused, staring at her bare shoulder. Kat followed his gaze and gasped. "What is that?" she asked, her voice trembling. On her shoulder was a strange mark, like a tattoo of a hoof print with foreign writing within it. Lucain hummed thoughtfully, his expression still impassive. 'As I thought, she shouldn't be able to see it, but she can. That's unusual for a human.' Kat frantically tried to wipe the mark off. "Why won't it come off?" "That's the Kelpie's mark," He pointed out, his tone remained indifferent. Panic surged through Kat. She hadn't just narrowly escaped death; it was now chasing her, bound to her by an invisible tether. "Is there any way to break the bond...mark whatever it is? I don't want to die," she asked desperately, her eyes searching Lucian's for any sign of hope. Lucian's expression stayed the same. "I don't intend to let you die so soon," he said. "We can replace the Kelpie's bond with another bond." Kat clung to this glimmer of hope. "How do we do that?" she asked, leaning forward, eager for a solution. "It requires a new bond, a stronger one that can override the Kelpie's," Lucian explained, his demeanor calm and composed. Before she could ask what he meant, Lucian reached out and gently pecked her on the forehead. Kat froze, completely caught off guard by the unexpected action. The brief contact sent a jolt through her, and she barely had time to react before he pulled her into a gentle embrace, careful not to hurt her already pained body. Her mind raced, trying to process the sudden shift from their conversation to this intimate moment. The warmth of his embrace contrasted sharply with the cold fear that had gripped her moments before. She caught the scent of rosewood and felt his firm body against hers, making her heart skip a beat. "What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice shaky. Kat's heart pounded in her chest. She felt Lucian's face bury itself in the crook of her neck, his breath warm against her skin. His grip on her waist tightened slightly. She winced as she felt a sharp pain. Lucian's fangs sank into her neck, causing her to gasp and grip his shoulder, her fingers digging into his shoulder.... **** disclaimer: cover not mine.

Lucifer: What a beautiful and peaceful world.  System 4858: Miserable.  Lucifer: People here are nice too.  System 4858: Miserable, too miserable.  Lucifer paused, raising an eyebrow at the system’s unrelenting negativity.  Lucifer: Hmm?  System 4858: Yes! Yes, it’s beautiful and peaceful here. ‘But now... now that the great villain is here... who knows how long this peace will last? Miserable, too miserable.’  Lucifer smirked, his pale blue eyes glinting with amusement. His presence was overpowering, his aura so dense that the very air seemed to tremble under its weight. The world around him was serene, a gentle breeze stirred the trees, and the soft glow of the evening sun cast a golden hue over the landscape. It was a world that had yet to know chaos. A world yet to be touched by his unpredictable hand.  He stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing out at the quiet town below. The people looked so small, so fragile. Innocent, even. His gaze softened, but only for a moment, before that playful smirk returned. Lucifer did things as he pleased. He was neither bound by rules nor constrained by morality. Good? Evil? Such distinctions were laughable to him. his actions were dictated by whim and mood. He could be their saviour or their destroyer. It all depended on how the next moment struck him.  But who was he? And why did his very presence distort reality? How had he come to possess such unimaginable power?  System 4858, however, was not in the mood for philosophical musings. System 4858: Wait, what? It blinked, a metallic chime of confusion ringing through the air. Why did the modern world just turn into a fantasy setting? The tyrant hasn’t even started anything yet!  The system frantically checked the world’s data, only to find its structure bending and shifting in ways it couldn’t comprehend.  The once-modern cityscape was slowly morphing into something out of a fantasy, mythical beasts stirring in the shadows. It turned to look at its host.  Lucifer stood there, watching the transformation with an eerie smile. That smile alone sent a cold chill down the system’s core. It immediately spun around, its circuits sparking with panic, and sprinted away as fast as its non-corporeal form could manage.  System 4858: Lord God! Save me from this villain! But unknown to the terrified system, even the Lord God himself would be powerless to intervene in this matter. System 4858 could only shed metaphorical tears as it watched its host, the unstoppable force of chaos, begin to twist the world in ways that no one could have predicted.  The world’s Lucky sons who were meant to rise and fight back found themselves bowing to Lucifer’s will. He ordered the world’s protagonists around like mere pawns, and wherever he walked, destruction followed in his wake.  System 4858: Miserable, too miserable But even the unreasonable Lucifer had someone by his side who always smiled whenever Lucifer did something unpredictable.  One day, System 4858 accidentally saw the man playing with the darkness and was terrified. Soon, it was lying powerless in the man’s hands, staring at his smile System 4858 : Huh?! I knew it! Only a demon can accompany another demon.  The man with the red eyes : Hmm? System 4858: sob, sob. Miserable, too miserable

Every scientist and pseudoscientist, pundit and conspiracy theorist, preacher and follower, influencer and commoner has their version of a harrowing, devastating apocalypse. Our minds became a landfill of frantic thoughts when a natural occurrence threatened our existence. Because our brains functioned like a prediction machine, we imagined scenarios of cataclysmic proportions, but they turned out to be anticlimactic events. However, the story didn’t end there. At first, this otherworldly phenomenon seemed harmless. When the first Hellhound emerged from the Void and indiscriminately passed judgment on the living, we realized that Hell wasn’t a state of mind, a concept for lofty philosophical debate, a religious perspective, or a sinner’s place in the afterlife. It was a horrifying reality unfolding right before our eyes. It was the annihilation of our existence.

Nature never imposes love; it offers it gently, much like a fragile rose unfurling its petals in the morning light. ***** When Sydney's eyes locked with Jordan's, her heart danced a frantic rhythm, and words seemed to dissolve before they could leave her lips. His striking silver eyes glistened like precious stones, while his elegant black tuxedo highlighted every sculpted line of his face, transforming him into a dashing prince from a fairy tale. His warm, gentle smile wrapped around her like a tender embrace, and she felt as though she was yielding to the whispers of destiny. This was that electrifying moment of love at first sight, yet... Sydney's hand instinctively moved to her stomach as she dashed aside, swept up in a torrent of emotions. It wasn't just her heart that raced; her deepest anxieties stirred to life as well. L-O-V-E! Sydney Mia, renowned across the nation as a visionary director, had a clear mantra: "Conquer the world with my films, amass accolades, and secure an immortal legacy." Love was never part of the grand narrative, merely a faint echo in the distance. Yet, Jordan's presence was a gentle tremor, unsettling the core of her being and awakening a yearning she had never acknowledged. There was an undeniable uniqueness about Jordan. He was the calm amid chaos, a sanctuary where she could truly be herself and confront her demons. As she opened her eyes, her hand still quivering, their gazes intertwined once more. His silver eyes radiated an ethereal intensity, brimming with concern and tenderness. "Are you okay?" he inquired, his voice a soothing balm, like a gentle stream winding through a verdant glen. In that instant, Sydney felt her defenses beginning to crumble, her fears slowly unwinding. Could Jordan be the one to ignite her heart, to reveal that love was not a vulnerability, but a formidable force capable of moving mountains and breaking the chains of her deepest insecurities? Could he be the one to inspire her to rewrite her life's script, to place love in the starring role?

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In my previous life, I was brutally killed by my good brother and my beloved girlfriend. In this life, I will make you pay the price! In this life, I frantically stock up on supplies and will take revenge on that couple and my nearby good neighbors. I am a novice. Please bear with me.

Evelyn, a retired undercover agent, now runs a bookstore she inherited from her grandparents. On her 20th birthday, she discovers she was switched at birth and returns to the Hartley family. She isn’t interested in wealth and just wants a normal life, but Sophia, the imposter daughter, keeps taking everything from her, including her boyfriend, Daniel Whittaker. Her biological parents informed her about the arrange a marriage with the Whittaker family, a deal finalized by their grandparents. Evelyn ends up replacing Sophia in the wedding, agreeing on the condition that she’ll no longer be a Hartley once married. Her parents, blinded by their love for Sophia, agree. People pity Evelyn, thinking she unknowingly married a ruthless man—Alexander Whittaker, who turns out to be her ex’s uncle. As a former special forces member, Evelyn figures she can handle her husband if he’s cruel. But on her wedding day, she realizes something surprising: Alexander isn’t the ugly middle-aged man she expected—he’s the angelic-looking yet feared leader of the Arcane Famiglia, the underworld boss himself! ***** “I’ve finally found you, my princess,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with a strange, almost playful intensity. In a panicked reflex, Evelyn raised her hand and delivered a swift chop to the side of Alexander’s neck, a move she usually practice but never intended to use. Her hands trembled as she realized what she had done. Had she just killed her husband on their wedding night? “Oh no, what have I done?” Evelyn whispered frantically, her mind racing with panic.

The world plunged into a new ice age， and with the arrival of the icy apocalypse， 95% of humanity perished! In his previous life， Ethan Zhang met his end at the hands of someone he had once helped， all because of his kind heart. Reborn one month before the icy apocalypse， Zhang Yi awakened to spatial abilities and began frantically stockpiling supplies. Lacking resources? He single-handedly emptied a super mall's warehouse， valued at billions. Uncomfortable living conditions? He constructed a super-safe house， as formidable as a fortress for the end times!

"Do you think sleeping with you once isn't enough after what you did to make me famous? Would you do it a second time?" Li Qingshen remained silent. Ling Momo pouted before biting her finger. "Ten times?" She asked. Li Qingshen still remained silent. Ling Momo tugged at her own hair. She clenched her jaw. "Twenty times?" Li Qingshen turned around to leave. Ling Momo was frantic. She stomped her feet. "Is twenty times still too little? You can't possibly want a hundred times." Li Qingshen smiled. "That'll do..."

"She's back, and from now on, you'll be her nanny." After three years as a substitute, Ji Yao was abandoned by Lu Jincheng on the night his first love returned to the country, and she was even hired to serve her. People in the circle sighed for Ji Yao, little knowing that at the moment, she was watching money pour into her account, grinning from ear to ear. But before Ji Yao could enjoy her happiness for long, she discovered she was unexpectedly pregnant! From then on, Ji Yao took the money and ran, disappearing without a trace. Lu Jincheng, however, became frantic, searching for her all over the world and even declaring fiercely, "I want to see her alive, or her body if she's dead!" Hiding in a foreign land, Ji Yao looked at the omnipresent missing person notices, shivering, and thought to herself: No way! It's just some money I took from you! After all these years of hard work by your side, aren't you being a little too stingy?! Years later, Ji Yao returned in full swing, with a pair of adorable twin babies, as an internationally renowned chief designer. Lu Jincheng, looking at the Ji Yao in front of him who didn't recognize him at all, asked with reddened eyes, "Where did you run off to?"

Ding Yuanying, a business genius working for a private equity firm in Germany, used his extraordinary means to invest funds raised in Germany into the Chinese stock market, using "cultural codes" to frantically plunder China's wealth. Later, he had a change of heart and decided to leave the company, but this decision came with severe consequences. He paid a heavy price, with all his dividends frozen, and he was so poor that he had to eat instant noodles every day. When he returned to the ancient city to "retire," he met Rui Xiaodan, a female detective who grew up in Frankfurt and now works for the local police force in the ancient city. Their relationship evolved from acquaintances to close friends, from a pair of audiophiles to passionate lovers, unfolding a spectacular, romantic, and legendary love story from heaven.

In the previous life, during the apocalypse, disasters struck one after another, and Stel was killed by his girlfriend, who then stole his supplies. Reborn a month before the apocalyptic disaster, Stel began frantically hoarding supplies! This time, Stel is determined to reach the pinnacle. "In this apocalyptic world, villains are the ones who survive! Good people don't last long. In that case, I will be the greatest villain!" "Supplies! Women! Weapons! I want them all!"

The Rogue wolves have long been seen to be the lowest of the lows. They are either booted out of their packs or left on their own free will. Rogues were nothing more than outcasts who were always cast aside by their society. They were never really a source of great danger, or so wolves thought. Every other wolf could encounter pales in comparison to Eligor Wylder Koen. He is exceptionally strong, shrewd, and cunning. He was overwhelmed with fury and recollections from his past, so he did exactly what he felt he had to do — He incited his kind's animosity against those at the top and led rogue groups to decimate the packs. Eligor is determined to destroy everybody who’d stand in his way, even if it meant the Heiress of the Leurunas. Asteria Lilith is the sole daughter of Alpha Declan, the man who commands the country’s second-most potent pack. The she-wolf is everything that a man could ever dream of. She is fierce, trained, and an excellent warrior who exudes the presence of a Luna. She is the next in line and the heiress of the pack he is frantically attempting to destroy. Eligor and Lilith are the complete opposites of one another. One is a rogue, and one is a leader. They were never really meant to be a perfect fit… But the Moon Goddess seemed to have a different plan.

After his struggle against disease for a decade, the main character dies. However, he revives and became younger in a different world. The main support of the main character’s heart during his battle against the disease is a TV program about leisure farming. In his second life in a different world, he’s going to try farming. Common things like different world transition and domestic affairs? This will have no big climax. This is going to be frantic.

The day Claire was accused of cheating on her rich CEO husband and divorced was the day she found out she was pregnant. “How could you?” He demanded gritting his teeth. She fell down to her knees tears brimming. “P-please it is n-not true.” He flung the pictures at her and it felt like a slap to her face. There she was naked with a man she had never met. She frantically began to shake tears rolling down her eyes. “T-this is n-not true.” He looked at her with disgust and then he flung a document at her. She opened it and saw it was a divorce document. “Sign it.” He instructed standing in his immaculate Giorgio Armani suit. She burst into tears. “Nick p-please I- “SIGN IT!” He ordered. “Or I would make your entire miserable family suffer!” She shakingly picked up the pen and signed the paper. He snapped his fingers and then his guard picked up the papers. “Get out.” He said. “I never want to see you again.” After being thrown out of the mansion under the rain, she fainted and woke up in the hospital. “W-what am I doing here?” She asked. The doctor smiled at her. “You need to be more careful in your pregnancy.” “Pregnancy?” She asked in disbelief. “Yes you are four weeks and two days pregnant.” The doctor said. Claire wrapped her arms around her stomach. This was Nick’s baby. Her husband who had just divorced her. He could never find out about her secret. But five years later when she returned back to town, it gets more difficult to hide the baby from his father. And when Nick sees Claire at a wedding holding a child that looks just like him, he is determined to get them back at all costs!

Rudra was a cricket fanatic, through and through. He lived for the game, spending hours playing and watching cricket matches. It was his passion, his escape from the mundane. On the day of the Cricket World Cup finals in 2023, Rudra was glued to the screen, cheering for his beloved national team, India. However, to his dismay, India lost the finals, shattering his hopes. Watching his team lose on their home ground was a bitter pill to swallow. Despite the defeat, Rudra found solace in the remarkable journey of the Indian team throughout the tournament. They had defeated ten teams in a row without a single loss, an impressive feat by any standard. Yet, some critics and trolls were quick to diminish their achievements, claiming they could only perform in normal matches and not in the high-pressure eliminator matches. Seeking distraction from the disappointment of the loss, Rudra turned to X-website to gauge the reactions of fellow fans. As he scrolled through the comments on his mobile, the screen suddenly went blank. "What the heck? If something happens to my phone, my father will kill me," Rudra panicked, frantically trying to revive the device by pressing the power button. To his dismay, the blank screen turned white. "Shoot! How do I explain I damaged the display?" Rudra muttered, feeling a sinking sensation in his chest. This was the mobile he had persuaded his father to buy him after two years of persistent pleading. Suddenly, a strange voice echoed in his head, breaking the eerie silence. [ Do you aspire to become the best cricketer? ] Rudra froze, taken aback by the unexpected question. "..." He remained silent, unsure of how to respond to the mysterious inquiry. [ It seems the host didn't give an answer within a minute, so the system will choose an appropriate answer, ] the mechanical voice stated matter-of-factly. "Wait..." Before Rudra could comprehend what was happening, everything went blank, and he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness. (Author Note): Cricket fanfiction and novels might be scarce, but every story starts somewhere. I hope to weave an engaging tale that captures the spirit of the game and ignites the imagination of cricket enthusiasts everywhere. Let's embark on this journey together! This is an AU story. The cover image I got from Google. so I do not own it. I would appreciate feedback and support if you enjoy the story.

Eleanor Caldwell is a daring archaeologist who uncovers a watch-like device buried deep within an excavation site. Shockingly, analysis reveals it to be from the year 2075. Before she can fully comprehend its significance, a sudden surge of energy transports her back through time, leaving her boyfriend Samuel in a frantic race against time to save her. But this is no ordinary time-travel device. It allows its user to inhabit the body of any historical figure and experience their lives firsthand, potentially altering the course of history itself. Her boyfriend, Samuel Hartman, a brilliant astrophysicist, must find her and bring her back, before it is too late. As Samuel races against the ticking clock, they embark on a thrilling and perilous adventure through time, and through the lives of some of the most remarkable and influential people in history. From the court of Henry VIII to the battlefields of ancient Rome, will Eleanor and Samuel rewrite history, or are some destinies too powerful to change?

Jacqueline Kelly found herself compelled to sign a marriage contract in order to cover her father's mounting hospital expenses. However, this was no ordinary contract. Not only was the intended groom a notorious and domineering mafia don named Benjamin Turner, but Jacqueline also had to impersonate her twin sister, Jasmine Martin, who was rumored to be the sole object of his affection. If Benjamin uncovered her true identity, the gates of death would open for her. Jacqueline's grip on her skirt tightened as her hand trembled. Her gaze shifted from the marriage contract before her, to the polite smile of Madam Claire Turner, and then to Benjamin, who sat beside her. "Why the hesitation?" he murmured in her ear, then he poised his expensive fountain pen near the contract. Panicking, Jacqueline frantically picked up the pen, hoping he wouldn't find out she wasn't his Jasmine through her clumsiness. Will Jacqueline ultimately sign the contract, even with the dangerous mafia don as her prospective husband by her side? Will her true identity be unveiled by the man she's supposed to marry? And can she successfully fulfill the mission entrusted to her by Madam Claire Turner?

[WARNING: R18+, MATURE CONTENT ] "You can't leave me like this," a broken piece of words left his mouth. Yinlan was confused by the scene that was unfolding in front of her. She might be dying slowly, but is her desire so strong for her unwanted love, which she wished for her whole life, that she is experiencing something unbelievable? She could hear his erratic heartbeat, which was frantic and agitated while he was cradling her in his arms. But she was confused by his unsteady behavior. She thought her death would bring him happiness, which he thought she had taken away from him. So why was he showing different behavior which was unknown to her? What more does he want from her? Is torturing her whole life not enough?