Serena Collins returned home to reunite with her long-lost family, only to find the Su family living in squalor worse than a doghouse. Her father was in prison, her mother gravely ill, and her six brothers either disabled or down on their luck. The fake heiress who had taken her place had long since fled, clinging to someone else’s coattails. Everyone laughed at her for inheriting a mess, but with a single command, her hidden network of elites emerged from the shadows. Her father was freed, her mother miraculously recovered, and her eldest brother—once confined to a wheelchair—smashed bricks in a stunning display of rehabilitation. The other five brothers rose to become top talents in their fields. When people mocked her as some backwater child bride, her countless identities came tumbling out: miracle doctor, master of traditional painting, queen of hackers—all of them her. The Crown Prince of the Empire pulled her protectively into his arms. "She's my fiancée!" Serena arched a brow. "Changed your mind about calling off the engagement?" He gripped her hand tightly. "After searching for you all these years, my one and only love—I’d rather die than let you go."

Cecilia Whitmore arrived in a 1970s-era novel with superpowers and a pocket dimension—only to land in the body of the Whitmore family’s orphaned daughter, fated to die in chapter one. She opened her eyes to find the house ransacked, her parents dead, her grandfather framed and gone, and jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards dancing around the old Whitmore mansion in triumph. Cecilia smiled. “I carved through the apocalypse—why fear a pack of paper tigers?” First move: she emptied the ancestral estate, not leaving a single gold bar beneath the foundation for the enemy. Second move: she torched the grand ocean-view villa while everyone watched in heartbreak, then sauntered off to the countryside. Cecilia: “With a million supplies in my space, I’ll live like a queen down on the farm.” As for the handsome regiment commander who suddenly appeared? Well, abs like those deserve at least a little flirtation…

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...

Pharmaceutical researcher Tiffany Whitmore wakes up as the cannon-fodder foil to her cousin? Original host married a “phoenix man,” poured in everything, and suffered; cousin snagged a commander husband and bathed in luxury! Just as she’s ready to flip the script, the cousin—armed with prophetic dreams—throws a tantrum demanding they swap grooms? Tiffany Whitmore slaps the table and laughs herself silly: “This heaven-sent fortune is mine!” Commander father-in-law on death’s door? She keeps him alive with pure pharmaceutical know-how! Borderlands short on supplies? Her spirit-spring space has more than enough! Ice-cold officer husband? When the craving hits, she bites—then bolts! The cousin who stole the groom is left dumbstruck: The “phoenix man” she snatched turns out to be a deadbeat, becomes the commander’s wife—and the richest woman to boot! Even wilder: the once frosty officer morphs into Tiffany Whitmore’s devoted lapdog?

Pediatrician Clara Whitman accidentally time-slips to the late seventies. The moment she opens her eyes, she discovers she's been sold at a high price by her heartless uncle's family to be the wife of a village idiot. Meanwhile, their own daughter—Lila Whitman—has stolen her marriage certificate and is living the good life as the bride of a powerful military dynasty. Reborn with full memory of the plot, Clara Whitman tears up the script—she's done playing along! A handful of croton seeds later, her uncle's household is writhing on the latrine; she bolts from the village and heads straight for Beijing to reclaim the engagement herself. But nothing goes as planned: the groom-to-be rejects her on the spot. In a twist of fate she ends up marrying the man's elder brother—nine years her senior, the unattainable "high-altitude flower" William Hayes. Legend says Colonel Hayes has no interest in women and is doomed to leave no heir; yet every night Clara Whitman is coaxed until she sobs and begs for mercy, and after the wedding every pregnancy comes in multiples. When the man seduces her again with "just one more time," Clara Whitman wants to cry: Who said he didn't like women? Total lie! William Hayes, the youngest and most brilliant officer in the regiment, is steady, handsome, his future limitless. Rumor claims he cares for no woman, having pledged his youth to the nation—breaking countless girls' hearts. Then one day word spreads: the colonel has taken leave to honor a seventeen-year-old engagement and married a country girl. Everyone laments: that bumpkin is wasting Chief Hayes! Until the day the cold-faced "King of Hell" William Hayes walks in with a stunning, dewy-eyed lady doctor on his arm—and the room falls silent. "That's no bumpkin!" the crowd gasps. "She's a straight-up goddess!"

The country bumpkin was brought back to be a sacrificial bride. Elena Monroe agreed—only to cut ties immediately after and dump her scumbag father. Little did she expect the "dead" m an she was supposed to marry would come back to life--and shamelessly crawl into her bed every night. After severing ties, her trashy father, stepmother, and white-lotus stepsister eagerly awaited Elena Monroe's downfall. Instead, she was welcomed into a top-tier aristocratic family! The family's green-tea fake heiress spread rumors about Elena Monroe being vulgar and incompetent--until her hidden identities were accidentally exposed! Genius prodigy? That was her. Top-tier miracle doctor? Also her. Master of the suona, inheritor of intangible cultural heritage, youngest gambling legend of Las Vegas… All her! The fake heiress got utterly humiliated, while her seven superstar brothers doted on her like crazy! Rumors spread that the hidden boss was still single—suitors lined up, trending on hot searches! "Elena, marry me! I'll give you all my assets!" "Elena, accept this 10-carat diamond ring--it' my heart for you!" "Elena…" Elena Monroe had no time to refuse. A certain man, burning with jealousy, pinned her down, his voice low and possessive: "Darling, it's time to drop the act!"

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.

In the final days before the world collapsed, Ivy Brooks died… betrayed by the very people she trusted most. She had fought, struggled, and sacrificed everything just to survive the apocalypse only to be pushed into death along with her three daughters at the very end by her own husband. With her last breath, Ivy made a vow. If she could turn back time…she would never be weak again and of course protect her daughters. This time, she would stand at the top. When Ivy opened her eyes, she found herself back in time with her still rounded belly of her third baby.... Twenty days before the apocalypse. Armed with memories of the future and a mysterious system in her mind, Ivy moved without hesitation. She hoarded supplies, secured weapons, and took control of every resource she could get her hands on. While others laughed, doubted, and wasted time… Ivy was building her empire along with her daughters. In this life, she would not be prey but will be an hunter. With danger closing in and only twenty days to prepare, Ivy must outplay enemies both old and new, uncover the truth behind the system, and carve out her own kingdom in a collapsing world. Because this time...she wasn’t just going to survive the apocalypse. She was going to rule it along with a man, a love interest from the past before her marriage collapse. He provided everything Ivy needed. Money especially in change of a marriage with her and when the apocalypse started too....he ruled it with her as well as her daughters.

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.

Emily Foster had been cold-shouldered and abused under her own roof—until Mrs. Foster dropped the bomb: she was the swapped fake heiress, and the real one was coming home. Instead of tears, Emily Foster felt a weight slide off her shoulders: this train-wreck of a family? She'd been dying to quit it. The moment her past-life memories and pocket-dimension cheat awakened, she swept every last valuable out of the Foster house—jewelry, deeds, antique vases, gone—leaving only junk behind. One anonymous tip-off letter later, she slung her knapsack, sauntered off to the countryside, and let the Fosters choke on the mess. She'd planned to treat the village stint as a brief layover—then ran straight into her biological kin. Expecting hardship, she was pampered like a priceless pearl instead; instant group-pet mode activated. On a mission nearby, officer Alexander Andrews took one look and was a goner: A dimpled, soft-looking beauty who could out-arm-wrestle the squad and out-sass his commander— the contrast detonated his heartbeat. First glance: hooked. Second glance: sunk. Third glance: already drafting battle plans to carry her home. Alexander Andrews: "You can kidnap me, or I can kidnap you—my whole pack's ready to help either way!"

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!

One day, an impossibly handsome man suddenly appeared before Ava Hayes. "Actually, you're the true heiress of a wealthy family in the capital. Someone will come for you soon. And I—am your fiancé." That very night, an assassin smashed through her window— Only for her to turn the tables and turn him into fertilizer for her plants. "Seems someone doesn't want the real heiress to return? Well, I'm going anyway." Back at the Hayes family mansion, her birth parents doted over their adopted daughter with tender concern, while her older brother shot her a condescending glare. Ava promptly tore up the recognition agreement. "Fine. Then this family fortune—I'll let someone else inherit it." Turning on her heel, she linked arms with the uncle and aunt who had come for her. "Uncle, Auntie—are you in need of a daughter?" And when her brother's company teetered on the brink of bankruptcy, she pulled up in a top-tier supercar outside the acquisition meeting, smirking at the man in the wheelchair: "Fiancé, tell me—would the Hayes Corporation make a fitting engagement gift?" The man yanked her into his arms, his teeth grazing her earlobe as he murmured: "It would. But my dowry is half the capital city—when are you coming to… inspect the goods?"

Framed and cast into the northern frontier, he left behind a wife and daughter forced to endure humiliation. Five years later he returns—now the Supreme Warlord of the North. At his back stand four legendary generals; before him kneel a million soldiers. Those who wronged me, who shamed my wife and child—get on your knees and tremble!

Poverty breeds small dreams, wealth invites disaster. Fortune and misfortune are two sides of the same coin; only struggle shapes a life. With the System in my hand, I’ll have it all—marry the beauty, storm the peak, and crown myself the richest soul on Earth!

WARNING; THIS BOOK CONTAINS XTREME MATURE CONTENTS Read at your own discretion!!! This book comprises of short XXX stories BDSM, threesome, orgy, sex fight, bisexual, lesbian, gay etc. All these in one place to make you anticipate for what's in the next chapter. Enjoy!

"I'm your boyfriend, and you want me to have a baby with your aunt?!" The Age of High Martial arrives—Earth ascends in dimension, the ancient star-road opens. Lucas Sterling was just an ordinary student, but at his campus-queen girlfriend Elena Jones's tearful plea he's dragged into a "fertility" storm. "Lucas, please, help my aunt!" Elena Jones begs, big eyes glistening, and her aunt turns out to the number-one beauty of Rong City—Isabelle Beckett! Lucas means to refuse, yet a twist of fate lands him in one wild night with Isabelle Beckett! The accident awakens the Rebate System: once bound to Isabelle Beckett, every time she cultivates, Lucas Sterling gets tenfold back! "Isabelle Beckett awakens the Exquisite Treasure Body—×10 rebate: you awaken the Primordial Chaos God-Body." "Isabelle Beckett breaks through to Grandmaster realm—×10 rebate: you step into the Great-Grandmaster realm." From then on, Lucas begins his heaven-defying road to power while lying flat.

Serena Whitmore had spent half her previous life married to her childhood-officer sweetheart, Benjamin Sinclair, toiling and sacrificing for fifty long years—only to be repaid with a fatal betrayal. On his deathbed, Benjamin told her the cold truth, every word a dagger: “These fifty years? Consider them my repayment.” Only then did she realize the lie: her so-called failure at the college-entrance exam had been a fraud; her admission letter had been stolen and given to his white-moonlight. Even crueler, the child she had poured her heart into raising was their secret love-child. In despair, Serena dragged the white-moonlight down with her, dying full of hate. Reborn at the very start of the tragedy, Serena shed her meekness; only ruthlessness remained in her eyes. She reclaimed the jade pendant stolen by the white-moonlight, stormed the scumbag’s house to take back her dowry, and publicly broke the engagement—never to repeat her past. The village’s most feared troublemaker, Christopher Palmer, swaggering, brawling, and brutal, was the very “good-for-nothing” she once despised. Yet only Serena knew that, in her last life, when she had nowhere to turn and everyone abandoned her, this seemingly violent man had silently reached out—ultimately paying with his own life to help her. This time, Serena resolved to rewrite his short-lived fate. But no amount of calculation prepared her for one miscalculation: she would end up entangled with him. The roguish, untamed man fell for her at first sight and turned into a devoted, over-the-top wife-protector, shielding her so tightly no harm could touch her. The scumbag couldn’t accept it and came sneering: “Serena Whitmore, without me you’re stuck settling for trash like him?” Christopher’s long arm swept Serena into a possessive embrace; with his other hand he slapped the officer’s commission across the scumbag’s face, flashed a wicked grin, and drawled, arrogant yet tender, “Sorry, pal—I’m your commanding officer, and the only man she’ll ever have in this lifetime.”

The King of Hell, Vivian Grant, sacrificed her own body to weave threads of souls into lamps. After exhausting her karmic merits, her soul transmigrates into the body of the fake rich daughter Vivian Grant, who had been driven out of her family. Faced with a dire starting point of poverty and ruin, Vivian Grant begins her live-streaming journey. With a pair of "Fate-Piercing Eyes," she can see through the past and foresee the future. Armed with a Judge's Pen: With one stroke, she determines life and death. With a second stroke, she decides right and wrong. Her predictions leave the viewers of her live-stream utterly terrified, calling them thrilling and addictive. From then on, "Master Grant" becomes a household name, with her divination skills highly sought after. Later, Vivian Grant's identity is exposed. The viewers: What the heck?! Master Grant is actually Vivian Grant, the infamous persona who was cyberbullied out of the entertainment industry?! For a while, the entire city of H was in uproar. Meanwhile, the real rich daughter of the Grant family, along with her three brothers, becomes restless. Ashton Grant: Hmph, a cult fraud! Vivian Grant: You caused someone's death. Miles Grant: No matter what you do, you'll never compare to my dear Claire.! Vivian Grant: You plagiarized, copied others' work, abused cats, and killed dogs. Alexander Grant: It's all just attention-grabbing nonsense. Vivian Grant: And you hired hitmen to commit murder. Agatha Grant: Vivian, you've become so unfamiliar. Vivian Grant: You bully and spread false rumors about others, ruining their lives. The following day, major media outlets widely reported: A genius neurosurgeon, known for snatching lives from the grasp of death, ends up causing the death of two patients and threatening their families. A renowned novelist plagiarizes and steals, destroying the original author. A top idol hires a hitman for attempted murder. A frontline celebrity reveals their two-faced nature—on the surface, engaging in charity work, but behind the scenes, spreading gossip, bullying, and committing outrageous acts beyond redemption. Later, a certain film emperor cornered Vivian Grant: "Master Grant, why not read my fortune and tell me who my true love is?"

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: "???"

Jade Sinclair didn’t learn the truth until her dying breath: the husband who hadn single night in eight years had long since built a love nest with his first flame The mother-in-law she’d served like a slave—paralyzed, demanding, never grateful—the wheezing father-in-law who emptied bottle after bottle of pills, and the drama-queen sister-in-law were all chains the Foster family forged to keep her tethered Even the university place she’d scraped every cent to buy had been handed by that scumbag straight to his white-moonlight sweetheart And the boy and girl she’d loved as her own for eight long years? The darling children she’d rocked through fevers and homework? Their real parents were those two cheating dogs When she opened her eyes again, she was back at square one—so… “Sent-down youth? Sis isn’t going to any stinking village, not in this lifetime!” “Marry that trash? I’d rather marry an actual dog.” “Wait on his family hand and foot? They can do whatever the hell they want; this lady is done serving!” This time, whoever crossed her would watch her flip the board and bury them with it As for marriage… the army officer next door in the military compound looked promising. In her last life he’d died young on a mission, leaving a fat pension and two solid rooms Marry him, shut the gossips up, become a wealthy widow with a house—match made in heaven So Jade marked the calendar, waiting for widowhood. Three years rolled by… then another three. Not only did the man refuse to die, he kept climbing—now a full-bird officer One night he pinned her to the mattress, laughter hot against her ear: “Wife… how about I ‘sacrifice’ myself right here in this bed?”