Talia Ashford has spent fifteen years hiding behind a glamour charm that makes her look plain, weak, and forgettable. Her stepmother, Vivienne Cress, reduced her to a servant after her mother disappeared in a mysterious fire. The pack believes Talia is worthless. On the day the Alpha of Shadowfang arrives, Celeste hits Talia and blames her for bad luck. But when Talia is called to the bonding ceremony, the bonding stone reveals a shocking truth. Talia is already bonded to Kaelen Frost, the cold and powerful Alpha of the Shadowfang Pack. Now Talia must survive her stepmother's schemes, hide her true powers, and uncover the truth about her mother – all while convincing the most dangerous wolf in the territory that she is not the weakling everyone believes her to be.

In her last life, her vicious husband and venomous mother-in-law joined forces to bring her to a wretched death. For three whole days, no one came to claim her body. Three days later, Benedict Crawford—the heir rumored to be richer than nations—traveled thousands of miles to this remote border town. The breathtakingly handsome man, eyes blood-red, clutched her bones in a fierce embrace and buried her with a fortune in gold. Nora Bridges opened her eyes again to find herself seventeen once more. This time, she refuses to obey her backward parents and marry the scum who destroyed her last life. This time, when she meets that same striking, noble, and devoted man—Benedict Crawford—Nora Bridges has only one thought: she will marry him and give him children! And Mr. Crawford has a single life goal: to cherish and protect Nora Bridges forever.

Vivian Ryder had been married into the Allen family for five years—giving her heart, her lungs, and every ounce of strength. Every penny her husband earned hauling freight was handed over to her mother-in-law without a cent missing. Who could have guessed that her scheming fifth sister-in-law would trick her out of the space-necklace she’d hidden away, then turn around and wipe both her and her husband off the map? Her husband died in agony; she and her unborn child perished together. Even their little girl was sold deep into the mountains and died miserably. Reborn with a sea of hatred, Vivian Ryder finally realized: she was nothing more than a short-lived cannon-fodder side character in a period novel whose sole purpose was to hand the heroine a golden finger! In this new life, fury burned in her veins—she would never walk the same road again. Those in-laws who’d sucked her dry and treated her like dirt still wanted to squeeze her? Not a chance. She clenched the space-necklace she’d reclaimed, shielded her husband, spoiled her daughter, shredded the white-lotus sister-in-law, and blasted the monster-in-law. Since they refused to see her as family, she’d make them taste the pain of losing what they’d once possessed. Without her husband’s life-risking labor, let’s see how the Allen household collapses into chaos and poverty! This time, she won’t be the tragic supporting woman—she’ll lead her family to riches and bliss, repaying last life’s torment a hundredfold!

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.

Cultivation powerhouse Zara Kingsley crossed into the 1970s with a pocket dimension stuffed with a billion units of supplies. The moment she opened her eyes, she’d become the unlucky punching bag of adoptive parents and a scheming stepsister. The stepsister wanted to snatch her job and exile her to the countryside? Zara Kingsley emptied the girl’s entire house in one swipe and signed her up for the Great Northwest—go eat dirt and open up wasteland! The adoptive parents embezzled her birth parents’ pension and planned to sell her little siblings for cash? One anonymous letter to the authorities sent the pair of parasites straight to the firing squad—blood for blood. The reborn heroine, armed with foreknowledge, tried to steal her jade pendant dimension and her fiancé, dreaming of replacing her and soaring to the top? Zara Kingsley laughed coldly, seized the spatial treasure for herself, and monopolized every fortuitous encounter. As for that trash fiancé—he’s all yours; whoever wants him can have the bad luck. From then on, Zara Kingsley let herself go completely, hell-bent on being as unscrupulous as possible, sprinting down the road of face-slapping and sweet revenge. Then came the day she was sent down to the countryside—and the rumored sterile, ice-faced big shot Henson Lancaster set his sights on her. One was aiveness-obsessed cultivation madwoman; the other, a ruthless, black-bellied military titan. They clicked at first sight, marched to the registry, and got their marriage certificates. Husband and wife, perfectly matched—trash-bashing without breaking a sweat! You be my crazy wife, I’ll be your crazy husband; two apex predators joining forces—whoever blocks the way gets flattened. The reborn heroine was dumbstruck: the fiancé she stole turned out to be useless, the opportunities she coveted were all hijacked, and the cannon-fodder Zara Kingsley—supposed to die early—had instead become the nation’s darling. She reclaimed her birth parents, cleared their names, and, together with Henson Lancaster, amassed an untold fortune. Multiple buns in one pregnancy, living life in full swagger.

She is the head of a hidden family of extraordinary abilities and a feng shui master from the 22nd century, yet she transmigrated into the body of an infamous imperial waste and ugly girl. To be bullied? To depend on the family’s mood? Sorry, she awakens all five elements and crushes all geniuses! Troublemakers from all directions come knocking? She takes them down one by one, or two by two! In a world where the strong prevail, she vows to stand equal to the heavens, stirring up the winds and clouds. She picks up a master on the cheap, and every day he praises, "Good disciple, obedient disciple." The disciple is a soft and gentle beauty. Unintentionally, she becomes the adored member of major sects and factions, with seven genius senior brothers guarding her like a treasure, proclaiming, "Whoever dares to harm our little junior sister, no matter how far, shall be punished!" He is the supreme ruler of the continent, capable of changing the world with his wrath. When the two powerful forces meet— He stands at the peak of ten thousand, holding her in his arms, "Xiao Li'er, how about we have a fight? The winner becomes the king, and the loser warms the bed?!" Big shots from all corners step forward, "If you want to pursue her, you’ll have to get through us first!"

Serena Jenner toiled her whole life, only to stumble upon a shattering truth on her deathbed the child she had raised with all her heart was her husband’s secret offspring with her best friend. She had merely been the cannon-fodder cash cow in a period drama, raising the white-lotus heroine’s brats and squeezed dry of every last drop of value. Reborn in a single heartbeat, she wakes up on her wedding night. The scumbag, as always, claims he has to leave and abandons her to an empty room. Serena lets out a cold laugh, sweeps every cent of the family fortune into her bags, and slips straight into the house of his childhood friend. Ethan Gallagher is a famously stone-faced officer hard-muscled, tight-lipped, and allergic to women. When he wakes to find a pampered capitalist heiress curled beside him, his face turns livid, every instinct rebelling. “I won’t take responsibility, and I’ll never fall for you. From now on, we live separate lives.” He resolves to keep his distance from this delicate flower who can’t lift a finger separate beds, separate paths, no crossing the line. Serena is stunned. In her last life, the scumbag died young; she staggered through storm-tossed years, and every time it was Ethan who silently shielded her. She had assumed it was for her late husband’s sake until years later, eyes red, he knelt and confessed he had loved her for more than twenty years. By the timeline, he’d fallen for her before her first marriage. Now that she was finally his, shouldn’t he be over the moon. Why the disgust, the refusal to share a bed. Later, the cold officer falls completely, his clinginess unmatched. Once standoffish, now he won’t leave the bed won’t even let her out of it and gifts her triplets in one go. Ethan is ordered to the front; years pass in wind and frost. When he finally returns, three jade-carved children block the doorway, eyes wary. In chorus, the triplets snarl, “Don’t you dare go near our mom! Who are you? Planning to be her sneaky lover?” The iron-blooded warrior Ethan: “…” His own sons can’t hit, can’t scold he can only swallow his pride and coax them into calling him Dad.

In her previous life, Wendy Hartwell married the soldier Nathan Morrison in her cousin’s place; over the years they barely saw each other. After word came that her husband had died, her mother-in-law heartlessly threw her out. She wandered destitute with her three sons, only to be trafficked to the northwest, where her boys met tragic ends. Reborn, Wendy Hartwell storms back with her three little sons in tow: She reclaims the pension, splits the family without hesitation, sets up her own household—no one will ever control her again. Gritting her teeth, she fights her way up, raising all three sons into pillars of the nation. Just as life is turning bright, her husband Nathan Morrison, “dead for three years,” walks through the door—alive—and lays a box brimming with medals at her feet. Having survived countless brushes with death, Nathan had expected his wife to have remarried and the children scattered. Instead he finds her guarding their home, having raised the boys into fine young men; even the youngest has grown tall. The battle-hardened soldier stares, stunned, at the beautiful, fierce woman who doesn’t hesitate to draw a blade when threatened—his heart pounds uncontrollably. From that day on, the iron-blooded war veteran becomes a hopeless wife-devotee, spoiling his family to the heavens.

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.

Serena Whitmore opened her eyes to find herself trans inside a novel—right after her real body had been declared brain-dead. She was now the stepmother of five future villains, and her brand-new husband had died on the battlefield almost as soon as the wedding ended. The five kids who would one day implode into blackened, plot-derailing disasters were still pitiful little things: hungry, cold, homeless. A “Villain-Correction System” shackled itself to her. Mission: farm, raise the cubs, give them a warm childhood so they’d grow up straight and bright and never break the storyline again. Just when everything was running smoothly, the system informed her that a father figure was essential to the villains’ healthy growth curve. While Serena Whitmore stared at that problem in despair, a tall, lean, devastatingly handsome man showed up at the gate. “Wife, I’m their dad.” The guy who’d supposedly collected his death-coupon in chapter one was suddenly alive—turned loyal-dog-slash-big-bad-wolf whose only hobbies were spoiling his wife and competing with his own children for her attention. Shameless man: “That’s my wife. If you want one go find your own.” Little radish-tops: “That’s our mama!” Man: “Not blood-related—doesn’t count.” Reading Notes Main tag: farming + child-rearing; daily chores and firewood-oil-salt-rice. Will NOT turn into palace-or-harem intrigue! Not happening! ML type: traditional loyal foodie on the outside, sly fox inside; career goal = spoil wife. Note: 1v1 double-clean!! (Kids are NOT related by blood!)

Cecilia Sheffield's previous life was an absolute tragedy. Her biological parents abandoned their own two children to adopt a daughter from outside the family. To take the fall for their adopted daughter, she was sent to prison, beaten, humiliated—her entire life destroyed! Her younger brother, only fourteen years old, was beaten to death with sticks, dying with hatred in his heart. Carrying a sea of blood and deep vengeance, Cecilia was reborn through blood, returning to the moment when fate diverged! In this life, she would ruthlessly cut ties with her hypocritical, selfish biological parents—whoever wanted them could have them! Take the fall for someone else? Whoever made the mistake would bear the consequences—she would never repeat the same disaster! By chance, she awakened a spirit spring space, holding heaven-defying opportunities in her hands! Starting from the bottom as a driver, she rose through the ranks, securing military positions and skyrocketing her career. The younger brother she protected rose to become a top-tier research titan, with both siblings achieving godlike status together! Originally only wanting to make money, protect her brother, and live freely, she never expected that a cold, noble tycoon from the capital would fall for her at first sight. Madly pursuing his wife, doting on her to the bone!

Original Title: "Apocalypse: The Female Lead Wields 100 Billion Supplies to Kill Without Mercy" [Apocalypse + Rebirth + Planting Space + Cross-Dimensional Trading System + Stockpiling + Base Building] Power Couple, Absolute Egoist Thriller, Unlimited Sweet Romance, No Saintly Nonsense!!! In the fifth year of the apocalypse, Lydia Walker chose to self-destruct in a final act of vengeance, taking her wicked stepsister down with her. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself transported back two months before the apocalypse—and accidentally awakened a top-tier planting space, along with a cross-dimensional trading system. Shortage of water and food in the apocalypse? Her premium space boasts endless fertile fields, teeming with creatures from rivers, land, and sky—everything one could ever need! Sudden climate shifts and rampant zombies? How about high-tech dimensional thermoregulation suits and laser guns? Corruption and power struggles within the base? This time, Lydia Walker and her husband, Ethan Reid, will forge the strongest team, build their own empire, and reign supreme as the undisputed rulers of this apocalyptic world—leaving everyone else in awe! -------- P.S.: This is Pidan's debut novel, so the writing may still be a bit rough in the early chapters. Please bear with me, dear readers—I'm constantly improving! Also, if the overly sweet romance between the leads isn't your cup of tea, feel free to skim those parts. And if it's really not working for you, you're always welcome to find another book that suits your taste—just please, no harsh criticism. With gratitude and a deep bow—thank you!

In the glittering world of high society and cutthroat ambition, a single sentence shatters a marriage: "Let's get a divorce." For three years, Claire Thompson has lived in exile, her marriage to the powerful Nelson Cooper a hollow shell existing only on paper. Shipped abroad on her wedding day and utterly forgotten, she returns only to be handed divorce papers. But Claire is no longer the timid, heartbroken girl she once was. Behind her quiet facade lies a woman transformed, secretly rejoicing at her newfound freedom. However, freedom comes with a price. As Claire signs the papers with relief, a chilling phone call reveals a dark truth: the threats she faced overseas were no accident, and the trail leads shockingly close to home—to the family that raised her and the husband who discarded her. Just as she prepares to sever all ties, a twist of fate pulls her back into the gilded cage. Nelson, for reasons unknown, suddenly stalls the divorce. Meanwhile, the family that disowned her and the fragile, manipulative sister who stole her life are determined to ruin her reputation and drive her out for good. But Claire is playing a different game now. With a mysterious new identity, powerful allies, and secrets of her own, she is no one's pawn. As hidden truths unravel and loyalties are tested, a stunning question emerges: In this high-stakes battle of love, betrayal, and revenge, who is truly trapping whom?

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!

"Uncle... don't... That's enough..." "Not enough. Be good and bear with it." The man's hoarse voice sounded in her ear. "Your combat capability is still strong. You can still fight ten rounds." After hearing this, Song Nanwan trembled and wanted to cry but had no tears. As the queen of Chinese business, she held the golden medical finger. How could she time-travel to become the second young lady of the prince's mansion that everyone could bully? And she even offended the devil who didn't know how to walk on foot! The original body was trash that couldn't be cultivated, but she was a heavenly creature. There were countless divine beasts and spirit pills and divine artifacts! She should have lived a free and easy life, but why was she being pestered by this man? A handsome man who was despised said, "Good girl, the night is still long..."

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.

[Alternate-era + Ancient-to-Modern Time-Travel + Pocket Space + Military Marriage + Gourmet Foraging & Sea-Harvest + Double-Virgin Favoritism] After three years of mourning, Josephine Sullivan returned, her late mother’s dying wish in hand, and set off for the military district to seek out her father and brothers—ready to honor the betrothal arranged since childhood. Before she could even steady her footing, her stepmother’s daughter had already swaggered into her fiancé’s courtyard under her name. Her grandfather couldn’t stomach it and gave her two choices: “Stay in the compound and I’ll find you a better match, or go to the island where your real brother is stationed and pick whichever officer catches your fancy.” Josephine arched a brow and laughed—was there even a choice? While her father was still wracked with guilt, she briskly raided his private stash, demanding ration tickets and supplies until her stepmother’s face turned green, then hopped straight onto the train bound for the island. At the same moment, far away on the island, Sebastian Ashford received his grandfather’s telegram: “Your sister is coming—see her properly wed.” He brimmed with joy at the thought of his little sister’s arrival, but a mission injury had him flat on his back. He could only ask his best friend, Jonathan Thornton, to meet her. On the platform, Josephine spotted the man holding a sign with her name and her eyes lit up. She launched herself at him in a bear hug. “Big brother—” Her voice was honey-sweet, her whole body clinging to him, long hair brushing his neck. Jonathan froze, his mind replaying his buddy’s words—“my sis is a chubky little dumpling.” Yet the girl in his arms was snow-white skin, a waist slender as willow, and eyes like a startled deer brimming with water—heart-stoppingly delicate. His tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth; his Adam’s apple bobbed. Liar of a dumpling. That “big brother” dripped sugar straight into his bones. He allowed her closeness, even coveted the thrill. Until she asked softly, “Why aren’t you saying anything?” He lowered his head, eyes dark, voice husky: “Little girl… do you even know who you’re teasing?”

The era of martial arts revival has dawned, with savage beasts running rampant and the very heavens radiating killing intent! Yet against all odds, young Alex Harrison awakens a transcendent system, gifted with a peerless innate talent—Supreme Dominance! C-rank martial techniques? Mastered to perfection in three seconds! SSS-rank divine skills? Perfected within a single month! While others toil for a decade to grasp a technique, he achieves mastery in a single battle. Where some seclude themselves for centuries to comprehend a secret art, he learns it with just a glance! Alex Harrison smirks, scratching his head with feigned modesty. "Well... I guess my talent's kinda cheating, huh?"

In her past life, Ella Grant loved Dominic Vaughn so desperately that she lost all dignity—yet not even her death could earn her a single glance from him. The family she trusted with her whole heart turned out to be nothing but imposters, unworthy trash. But now, reborn from the ashes, she lives for herself. Crushing scum, slapping faces, she storms to the top of the entertainment industry, exposing the frauds who stole what wasn't theirs. And when she finally stands at the pinnacle of power, stepping on the heads of those who wronged her, she slams a billion-dollar penalty contract onto Dominic Vaughn's handsome face. "Divorce!" Dominic Vaughn: "Take everything I own. You're not leaving." Ella Grant: "???"

Daughter on the brink of death, Blair Wright was heartlessly abandoned by his ex-wife. In utter despair, he encountered a wealthy heiress—only to discover the dragon within him had awakened... From that moment on, Blair Wright, infused with the power of the dragon's bloodline, began his unstoppable rise through the city!