Contract Marriage+Kickass Heroine+Hidden Identity+Regret For two long years, Aria Smith devoted everything to Ethan Holt, convinced she was his beloved Luna and his fated mate. Until a trip to replace her lost marriage certificate shattered every lie. Ethan had never loved her. Her closest best friend Clara was his real destined mate. The adopted son Aria had raised with all her love for two years was actually their biological child. Before she could process the brutal truth, a sudden call overturned her whole life. She was not a lonely, powerless human orphan as she had always believed. She was the sole legitimate heir to Vincent Smith's staggering cross-realm fortune, inheriting his massive business empire that dominated both human and werewolf worlds. Her heart completely broken, Aria made her choice without hesitation. "I am single. Legally, I have never been anyone's wife." She cut off all ties with the Silver Creek Pack and stepped into her rightful identity as a billionaire heiress overnight. Ethan and Clara mocked her relentlessly. They believed the helpless human orphan could never survive outside the pack, and she would soon come crawling back begging for forgiveness. They never foresaw the day they met again. When Aria returned, she was no longer the humble, gentle human Luna who lived for Ethan. She stood powerful, wealthy, and untouchable, holding unmatched commercial power that shook the entire werewolf realm. And right by her side stood a dominant, peerless Alpha King—someone far more powerful than Ethan could ever dare to rival, ready to burn the whole world down for her revenge.

"You never know. Some find their Mate on their eighteenth birthday. You should listen to me and stop messing with unmated she-wolves," my mom said. My name is Keith Monroe, and I live in the Silvermoon Pack. In two days, I will turn eighteen and will be able to find my Mate. Sandy is my girlfriend for now. My mom says I should break up with her before I find my Mate, and I know she's right. I've tried to break up with her a few times, but Sandy always does something to make me change my mind, like today. I told her we should be friends yesterday, and she's in my room, s**king me off this morning. I know I sound like an a**hole, but you're only young once. Don't get me wrong, I want my Mate, but it's not set in stone that I will find her soon. It could take years. ************ "Mate," I heard him say, looking straight at me. Then, he stood up to come to me. I looked up and was shocked. "No," I said and ran out of there as fast as possible. How could my mate be the one person that has hated me for so long? He has made my life a living hell. Ebony is a werewolf from the Blood Moon Pack who has just turned sixteen. She and her mom live on the bad side of town. Keith is a werewolf from the Silver moon Pack. He will become Alpha on his eighteenth birthday, which is two days away. He is rich and popular. Ebony and Keith can't stand each other. Ebony hates Keith because he and his friends are always bullying her. Keith can't stand Ebony because he thinks that she is poor and weak. Things change on the night Keith turns eighteen and finds out that Ebony is his mate. Now he has to win her heart. Will he succeed in making her his? With not only the past bullying but also from others that will do anything to keep them apart. Is the mate bond as strong as everyone says? Let's find out!

Betrayed by her best friend and left to die miserably by her fiancé, Now reborn, she vows to make the scum pay! With the apocalypse looming, her first priority is stockpiling supplies—and adopting a retired military dog to fight by her side! Not only does she expose the cheating pair, she cuts them off completely. When the apocalypse hits, the two grovel at her feet, begging for food— but she doesn't even spare them a glance. Meanwhile, her space evolves an unexpected ability—turning trash into treasure. Every piece of junk she tosses in transforms into rare, vital supplies?

[Urban Fantasy + System + Goddess + Daddy + Cute Baby + Face-slapping Fiction + Single Female Lead] Three years ago, Ethan Forrest accidentally slept with the stunning campus beauty Elaine Prescott. One day three years later, Elaine Prescott showed up at Ethan Forrest's door with a little girl just over two years old. "Chloe, call him Daddy." At that moment, an unfamiliar voice rang out in Ethan Forrest's mind. [Super Daddy System activated.] By taking care of the child, Ethan Forrest could rapidly enhance his various abilities. "Host cooks for one hour—Chef experience increases by one year." "Host accumulates ten hours of bumper car rides with child—Driving skill promoted to Grandmaster level." "Host accumulates twenty hours of martial arts practice with child—Martial arts promoted to Great Grandmaster level." Elaine Prescott, worth hundreds of billions, nestled in Ethan Forrest's arms. "Honey, when are you taking me to get our marriage certificate?" Ethan Forrest: "Let's go. Right now!"

He divorced me on live television. In front of eleven million people, my husband of six years announced our marriage was over — then introduced the woman he'd chosen instead. I sat in Row D, seat twelve, exactly where he'd placed me. I walked out without a word. That night, I met Callum Voss. Cold. Ruthless. The one man my ex-husband feared more than any other. He'd watched the broadcast. He knew who I was. And he had a proposition: marry him — that same night — and help him dismantle everything Derek Cole had built. I should have said no. Then I found my late father's files. Evidence that my marriage had never been what I believed. That the man I loved had used my family's name, buried a woman's career to protect his own, and planned my public humiliation weeks in advance. So I signed the contract. Twelve months. Two signatures. A divorce met with revenge. Callum and I had rules — no feelings, no complications, nothing real. But somewhere between the strategy sessions and the silences, the rules stopped holding. Now the contract is expired. Derek's world has collapsed. And Callum is standing in front of me with nothing to offer except the one thing neither of us planned for. This is not the story of how I survived my divorce. It is the story of what I became because of it.

A young boy from a humble bloodline, occasionally inherited from a world-shocking family. Once he woke up, he ascended to the Ninth Heaven. He cultivated the Nine Stars Divine Dragon Technique, condensing dragon vein, forming the Overlord Body. He competed with the prodigies of all the clans, overwhelming all fields, and shocking the Ninth Heaven.

Once upon a time, Samantha Hartman was a pawn deliberately switched at birth with the true heiress of a wealthy family. Driven to ruin by the real heiress's family, she met a tragic end, plunging off a cliff to her death. But when she returned, the timid and self-doubting fake heiress was no more—she had become a Saint-tier Mystic Master from another realm. Recalling the grievances of her past life, Samantha resolved to repay her adoptive parents' "kindness" in full measure—with a vengeance. And so, the tables turned. The oppressors became the oppressed. Her adoptive family scrambled desperately, begging anyone who would listen for help, determined to rid themselves of the "monster" they believed had taken over their daughter's body. Yet every renowned master they summoned took one look at Samantha and immediately dropped to their knees, scrambling to flee as fast as possible—terrified of ending up on the notorious grudge-holder's blacklist. Only then did her adoptive family realize, too late, that the "monster" they had provoked was an actual powerhouse. Regret twisted in their guts like a knife. During her years in the other realm, Samantha had developed a fondness for "collecting" beauties of all kinds. She thought she had seen every rare gem the world had to offer—until she encountered one even more breathtaking. The only problem? This "delicate beauty" was sickly, always either coughing up blood or on the verge of doing so. The "delicate beauty" wiped blood from his lips and sighed weakly, "Yes, I'm truly frail." Everyone else: ...Sure. Whatever makes you two happy.

Autumn Crawford transmigrated straight into the body of a capitalist heiress in the seventies—only to find her life already on the chopping block. Her reborn cousin was leading a mob to raid her house, denounce her parents, and wait to inherit her property, ancestral assets, and fiancé. The newly-arrived Autumn Crawford: She neatly bled her scumbag fiancé dry of cash and ration tickets, annulled the engagement at lightning speed, then bundled the cousin and the scumbag’s whole family off to the Great Northwest in one neat package. Binding the ancestral space, she emptied the family fortune, grabbed her little sister, and headed straight for the place where her parents had been sent down—reconstruction support starts with me. Human traffickers want to kidnap her? One punch each, plus a silk banner of thanks. Enemy agents stirring up sabotage? Her kicks are sharp; medals and commendations follow. Only… this particular spy case seems to run deeper than expected. And that broad-shouldered, long-legged hunk who keeps hovering around her—his moves are suspiciously slick. Autumn Crawford (on high alert): This has to be the enemy’s “sugar-coated bullet!” She (rubbing hands): …Still, the sugar is undeniably sweet.

【Showbiz + Mind-Reading + Gossip-Craving + Unhinged Chaos】 Celeste Beddington transmigrated into a third-rate entertainment-novel extra—a washed-up starlet and the fake-heiress foil to the real-deal heroine Her scripted fate: keep stirring trouble until the heroine ships her off to a foreign black market and she dies miserably. Gossip System: 【Host, just quietly eat melons and rack up “explosive points” to rewrite your ending!】 Celeste Beddington sneers: Pass. Die now, die later—same difference. I’m going full rabid and taking everyone with me. At the family recognition banquet, green-tea fake sister Roslyn Beddington floats over with a tearful apology—Celeste Beddington boots her straight into the koi pond. 【Still pretending to be some pure little fairy? Wasn't you who slipped Dad's room key to that wannabe idol?】 CEO Dad: “!” When the A-list heartthrob her original self adored shows up, Celeste Beddington greets him with a face-shattering slap. 【Thought you could shortcut twenty years by climbing into Mom's bed? Dream on.】 Award-winning Mom: “!!” 【Tsk, talked Big Bro into a scam project—when it imploded he lost billions. One co-investor went bankrupt, tracked him down, and hacked him to death. Investment prodigy snuffed just like that—shame.】 Investment-genius Big Bro: “!!!” 【Sigh, the rest of the brothers don’t fare any better!】 Whole family: Which part is bad—spit it out! On variety shows Celeste Beddington stays reliably unhinged. Netizens start out hating her harder—until through her they catch: America’s Sweetheart popping squat in the wild… The ripped action hero twerking in lacy lingerie… Comments: Can’t stop watching! More! Daily dose please! While she snacks on melons and wreaks havoc, all five brothers’ personas collapse—and they start spoiling her rotten… Even the final boss villain keeps looking at her like she's cracked reality itself…

The crippled prince had become a commoner, but he had married a stunning beauty. His wife was a genius in martial arts and was high above others; he was a loser who had been humiliated. After accidentally awakening the spirit of a Divine King, his fate was reversed and he rose to power. From then on, he would crush those who humiliated him and conquer the peerless beauty! Geniuses, in front of me, are all good-for-nothings! Kings are like ants under my feet! I'm the God Slaying King with a single stroke of the Heaven-breaking Sword!

【Super Sweet Like First Love】 Natasha Whitmore, returning from the countryside, decided to keep her identity hidden and live low-key, but unexpectedly offended the crown prince of the capital. Five years later, rumors spread that Mr. Blackwood had fallen for a man. The socialites cursed her: Pretty boy! Five adorable babies exposed Mommy's identities: top hacker, divine doctor, financial tycoon, aerospace professor, martial arts grandmaster, consortium CEO... Mr. Blackwood: "Don't bully my wife. I'm the pretty boy!" "President, your five sons said they're going to blow up the company!" Sebastian Blackwood looked at his rowdy sons: "The company is yours. Your mommy belongs to me!" 【Adorable Babies + Prestigious Family + True Heiress + Arch-Rival Big Shot + Dominant CEO + Exclusive Pampering + Doted by All + Sweet Pampering + Childhood Sweethearts + Mutual Devotion + Secret Crush + Pregnant Runaway + Hidden Marriage Flash Marriage + Little Psycho Drama Queen + Playing Dumb While Being Smart + Quirky and Clever + Martial Arts Grandmaster + Crossdressing + Face-Slapping Revenge + Entertainment Industry + Lawyer + Scheming + Decisive and Ruthless + Genius Scholar + Wedding Escape + Love at First Sight + Wife-Doting + Divine Doctor + Hidden Identities + Strong Female Strong Male + First Love + Comedy + Richest Man + Archaeology and Tomb Raiding】

Everyone believed Ye Liuyun was trash, even himself. No money, no talent, and no one he could rely on. Bully, scorn and laughter, that’s what he deserved. But Ye Liuyun never gave up working hard. One day things had changed. Ye Liuyun’s inner power was suddenly awakened. He could cultivate a divine level spirit and became a supreme hero. Slaying demons and exterminating devils, his adventures just started... Money, beauty and power, he would grasp everything in his hands...

She never expected to wake up one week before the apocalypse, but Seraphina Ashford did—clutching a 68-million-yuan lottery ticket and a single vow: stockpile water, hoard food, and keep her brother—who died so horribly last time—alive this round. No more regrets. Then the Spirit Spring System activated by accident. Inside the plain jade bracelet hides an entire mystical realm: an infinite warehouse, marrow-cleansing springs, fertile fields, extinct immortal herbs. While Seraphina Ashford slays zombies, digs out crystal cores, and keeps unlocking hidden system perks, her pockets grow heavier by the hour. But who is this man so lazy he’ll nap in a zombie nest? She handed him one candied-haw skewer on a whim, and now he won’t leave. Fine—his powers are monstrous; she’ll reluctantly keep him as a bodyguard. “Felix Rivers, watch it! What kind of bodyguard sleeps in his employer’s bed?!” The two brothers are furious. They thought they’d picked up a bargain bodyguard—cheap, effective, and grateful for three meals a day. Turns out the guy doesn’t just want their cooking; he’s set his sights on their precious little sister.

A top-tier international agent transmigrates into an obscure, third-rate celebrity. Entertainment industry's notorious "poisonous weed," the washed-up star Nicole Murray, dubbed the "Flower of Vice," joins the survival reality show Desperate Escape, only to be mocked by the entire internet, with everyone eagerly awaiting her downfall. Once filming begins, a snake appears in the wild. Crew and audience: "Aaaaahhhh! Help!" Nicole Murray, eyes gleaming with delight: "Ah! Delicious!" A cute little squirrel hugs a nut. Other guests: "Aww, the squirrel is adorable!" Nicole Murray, eyeing the nuts: "Hand them over!" The squirrel's entire stash is promptly looted. Nicole Murray sets a trap and catches a wild rabbit, roasting it over a fire. A young heartthrob protests in outrage: "How could you eat bunny?!" Nicole Murray smirks coldly: "Back the hell off my rabbit, or I'll roast you into relics next." Nicole Murray slaps a water-soaked sanitary pad onto his forehead to cool him down. Guest X (before the show): "Who'll be the first to get eliminated? Definitely Nicole Murray." Guest X (after the show): "I'm starving to death, and Nicole Murray is out here feasting on skewers and singing like it's a damn party!" The crowd: ...What kind of script is Nicole Murray holding?! Director: I told you already—there is no script! Aaaargh! Before the show aired, viewers: Nicole Murray is a fake-faced plastic rose! Get her off the show! After the show aired: Director, can you give our Queen Nicole more screen time? Thanks. Nicole Murray: Men? They only slow down my blade.

On their third wedding anniversary, Adrian Kingsley handed Elena divorce papers and chose another woman. At exactly midnight, Elena signed her name without shedding a single tear. She walked away from the marriage with nothing but her pride. By sunrise, everything had changed. The late founder’s final will named Elena the new Chairwoman of Kingsley Group, the very empire Adrian had sacrificed everything to build. Overnight, the woman he underestimated became the one holding the highest seat in the boardroom. As billion-dollar deals unravel, dangerous secrets come to light, and powerful enemies close in, Adrian is forced to confront a truth he never wanted to face: the quiet wife he cast aside was the greatest mind standing beside him all along. Now the man who wanted a divorce wants a second chance. But Elena has learned that some hearts are too expensive to win back. Will Adrian prove that love deserves another chance, or will losing Elena become the greatest mistake of his life?

Charlotte Weston had loved Ethan Caldwell for ten years, been married to him for ten years, and finally died in her prime. The genius writer had married her teenage idol, believing this to be the beginning of happiness. Little did she know, marriage would become a cage, slowly suffocating her over the course of a decade. The Ethan Caldwell she loved with all her heart had fallen for her student. She hemorrhaged during childbirth, losing the baby. Yet Ethan Caldwell sent her divorce papers, demanding she step aside for his mistress. "Ethan Caldwell, you want a divorce? Dream on. Not unless I'm dead!" In the end, she died—at thirty-five, in the prime of her life. A rising literary star extinguished, her name tarnished with accusations of plagiarism. Reborn, she wanted nothing more than to let those two have each other. But when Ethan Caldwell learned of the suffering she had endured... He fell to his knees in agony, saying, "Charlotte, I truly don't deserve you... but I won't let you go."

WILD IN BED. 18+ This was fucking hot - his biceps were flexing perfectly. Yes I was sore but there was no going back. Placing my hands on his chest, l began to slowly ride him. Just feeling his cock slide in and out of me was enough to make my core tighten up once more. I started to ride him faster and faster, moving the way it felt the best. Everything was cool at first not until I stared down into his intense eyes. He was watching me as I rode his cock. With our eyes locked together, l began to feel it, it felt so fucking good. His eyes traveled from my eyes , down over my body and stopped at my southern parts. He watched me as I fucked him. It was such a turn on that l couldn't stop , no matter how hard I tried. "Touch yourself, show me how you like to be touched, Rianna....", His eyes came back to mine for a split second before l slid my hands up to my breasts.

I died the day before my husband's wedding to his new lover. After six years of marriage, he claimed he was bored and turned to a younger, fresher girl. While I battled cancer, he couldn't even spare me a glance. On the day of my death, I couldn’t resist making one last call to him, my voice trembling with desperation: "Ethan... I'm dying. Could you... come see me?" He hung up without a second thought. "Tell me when you're actually dead." The next day, the hearse carrying my body passed his wedding procession on the street. The man who once hated me most threw everything aside—abandoning his bride, sprinting toward me like a madman... Regret? Too late. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to three years earlier. This time, I decided to let go—to walk away from Ethan Thompson's life for good. But then... *he* lost his mind.

【Top-tier CP, Group Darling, Double Virginity, Rebirth & Identity Reveal, Showbiz, Power Couple】 A-country’s No. 1 female agent, Cynthia Grayson, is reborn twenty years in the past and wakes up to instant assassination. On the brink of death, she’s scooped up by movie emperor Tristan Montgomery and carried home. From then on she leans on a titan clan: three older brothers dote on her without limits, while “Uncle” movie emperor Tristan Montgomery stands rock-solid behind her. She tramples scumbags above and crushes white lotuses below, climbing to the summit of showbiz and proving. Eldest brother, the minister: “The weather’s turned cold—time for the Jiang family that bullied my sister to go bankrupt.” Second brother, entertainment mogul: “Whoever messed with my sister last night—get out of the industry, now!” Third brother, medical prodigy: “You little fresh meat dare take advantage of my sister? I’ll prescribe you permanent paralysis.” Triple-Crown Movie Emperor Montgomery: “Nannan, come here. I’ll run lines with you.” Cynthia Grayson, puzzled: “What kind of scene?” The emperor chuckles: “A kiss scene.” His fans implode: “Our hubby never does kiss scenes?!” The brothers cover their faces and wail: “Old cow eating tender grass!” Netizens scream: “Wake up—the CP you ship is REAL!”

Rosalind Mercer transmigrated into a period novel, becoming the pitiful foil in a contrast setup. Parents dead, grandparents indifferent, uncle and aunt oppressive—the whole village waited to watch her get trampled into the mud by the female lead. She glanced at the script. Then she tore it to pieces. She reclaimed her spiritual spring space, sent her rotten grandparents to the hospital with rage, reported her scumbag uncle for his misdeeds, and snatched every opportunity meant for the female lead. Along the way, she befriended several future big shots—moving herself from "the foil" straight into "don't mess with" territory. Almost forgot—she still had a cheap husband: Nathaniel Holt, the military district commander barely mentioned in passing in the book. Rumor had it this man was notoriously fierce. One word from him could make an entire company cry. Punishment drills could break a platoon's spirit. On their wedding night, Rosalind Mercer shrank back slightly. "You're so scary..." The man glanced at her. "You want a divorce?" She shook her head. He withdrew his gaze, voice going rough. "With you—I'm only fierce in bed."