[CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT!!] (At least read the first fifteen chapters before tossing it aside) Anna Sui woke up from her drunken state to see her boyfriend cheating on her with her best friend on the eve of their wedding. Anna was so heartbroken that she ran out of the house, but due to an unfortunate turn of event, she had a one night stand with a complete stranger. Original Copyright Holder: Yuewen

"What the hell just happened?" He asks staring at us both. "What just happened, Markus, is that we found our new Queen." I smirk as Markus’s jaw drops and the warriors start to bow. I look over to her and see her snap her arm back in place, making me wince a little, but she showed no emotion.

Everybody said my life was over after Brad Coleman called off his engagement with me. I had been with him for five years. The things I had done to pander to him had left my reputation in tatters. Nobody was willing to be with a woman like me anymore. After word started spreading within our social circle that Brad had gotten a new lover, everybody was waiting for me to go crawling back to him. However, what they did not know was that I had volunteered to take my younger sister's place and go to a faraway city, Clason City, to get married. Before I got married, I returned the treasure box that Brad had given to me. The coupon for a free wish that he had given me when he was younger was still in it. I left without leaving anything behind. However, one day after a long time, Brad suddenly thought of me. "It's been a while since I last heard from Leah Young. Is she dead?" he said. Meanwhile, I was awakened by kisses from my new husband. "Good girl, Leah. You promised me to go four rounds. We can't go any less…"

Elisa believed she had it all—a thriving career, a three-year relationship with Damian, and her most trusted confidante, Kate. Until their anniversary, when she opened her door with cake and gifts to discover Damian and Kate entangled naked on her bed. More maliciously, Damian hadn't just been unfaithful—he'd been trafficking her intimate videos for profit and leveraging compromising information about her family to blackmail her. But they underestimated a thoroughly provoked woman. Elisa allied with her friend April to expose the disgraced couple before 80,000 spectators at an outdoor film festival. This was merely the beginning—she would ensure they faced devastating consequences through public condemnation, legal prosecution, and familial judgment.

Taking the place of her employer's son to marry a respected nobleman had never occurred to Luana Casavia. Especially when the man with a pair of jet-black eyeballs looked at her with an extremely sharp gaze, even when he was wearing a ring on Luana's ring finger. Was Luana's decision to marry this man the right one? If Luana is just a surrogate, then can she be a real bride?

Legend says that the moment you become a blood servant, your soul no longer belongs to you. To save thirty children from the orphanage, Anna signed a ten-year blood servant contract with the Marquis Dracula. She thought it was merely a cold transaction, but as days passed, she discovered that this lonely vampire marquis harbored a thousand years of tenderness and solitude behind his eyes. When hunters attacked the castle, she risked her life to protect him; when he offered to terminate their contract for her safety, she chose to stay, even if they only had ten years. He was immortal, while she would eventually grow old. It was a love destined to have no ending, yet it became the only warmth they had ever known.

As a paranormal novelist, I inherited the notorious "Thornhill Manor" from a distant relative, originally intending to use it as a lifeline to escape financial difficulties and as a source of creative inspiration. However, when I began documenting the supernatural phenomena in the manor with a scientific approach, I accidentally awakened Silas, a vampire who had been sleeping in the basement for hundreds of years. Soon after, Finn, the forest guardian werewolf, began to see me as a threat after sensing the awakening of dark powers, while Julian, the resident ghost of the manor, communicated with me in his unique way. More terrifying still, the manor itself possessed consciousness—an entity known as the “Eternal Gazer,” which longed to completely absorb me into its will. Faced with different forms of “affection” from four supernatural beings, I must use my creative abilities to rewrite the rules of reality and find a balance between extreme romance and deadly possession.

Amelia Vanderbilt is dead—and it was her childhood sweetheart who buried her with his own hands. Ten years later, Seraphina DuBois slips into Damian Blackwood's corporate empire with a single purpose. "I don't want money. I want… an opponent." Every smile she flashes is a calculated poison; every step she takes is part of an immaculate plan. But when she carelessly utters the words "Fortress Boy," the rules of the game change in an instant. In the ruthless battleground of Wall Street, where hunters become the hunted, who will emerge as the true victor?

In a snow-covered park, an amnesiac woman awakens in excruciating pain to find a female corpse in a red coat lying beside her. Using an ID card, she identifies herself as Sato Kiko and decides to analyze the crime scene to clear her name. By observing subtle clues—a red scarf hanging high in a tree branch and two apartment buildings of different heights—she deduces this was a meticulously planned body disposal. The killer had intended to throw the corpse from the taller building onto the roof of the shorter one to fake an accident, but tree branches interfered with the trajectory, causing the plan to fail and the body to accidentally strike her as she passed by. When she looks up at a suspicious window in the high-rise, she spots a silhouette smoking, watching her. However, just as she approaches the truth, she receives another devastating blow to the back of her head.

After seven years apart, Lucas Lane's World Championship pairs figure skating victory video went viral. My former teammate messaged me: "Evil truly lives forever. If it weren't for them back then, you'd have been standing on that podium long ago." I didn't respond. That year, he reported my father's club for physically abusing students and framed me for doping. I was forced to retire while he found a new partner and soared to success. Late at night, he called me. "Sophia, I truly regret everything. Let's open an ice rink together and teach children to skate. We can start over, what do you say?" I suddenly remembered those days—the 5 AM jumps, the falls, wrapping bandages, training through pain day after day—and silently hung up. When flowers have withered to ash, no amount of water will bring a new spring. I don't need him. I've saved myself a thousand times over, and I'll do it again.