Novels

I'm an immortal—blessed with a fate that attracts endless wealth. Every time someone tried to kill me for money, I ended up inheriting a massive fortune—it was as if the universe compensated me with riches. Over the years, I've amassed billions. But I'm tired. I've been murdered in countless ways, over and over again. Now, even the thought of living exhausts me. To me, money was just a string of cold, meaningless numbers. The only way to break this curse of immortality... was to find someone who truly loves me—not my money. Through lifetimes of searching, I finally found him. He didn’t care about my wealth. But he didn’t love me either. Instead, he took a scalpel—and carved through my flesh.

Andrew Miller asked for a divorce the moment his mentor's daughter confirmed her pregnancy. "Her reputation matters, Elle," he'd said, his voice flat, devoid of real apology. "It's just for show, don't overthink it." Even our son, Jack, chimed in, echoing his father's words with a saccharine sweetness that grated on my nerves. "You always talk about gratitude, Mom. Besides, it's Dad's child. Don't make things harder for him." Everyone braced themselves for a screaming match, for tears, for the inevitable outburst. But I just nodded, a silent, hollow acceptance. I signed the papers without a fuss and, just as swiftly, married Tim Thorne, the man who had saved my life years ago. Because in my past life, when I clung desperately to the marriage, refusing to let go, Andrew and Jack simply abandoned me, vanishing without a trace. I became the city's laughingstock, a shell of my former self, never truly recovering. So this time, I accepted the divorce with a quiet resolve and simply disappeared from their lives. Six years later, at an exclusive, high-society gala aboard a luxury cruise ship.

My boyfriend and my best friend were kissingpassionately.l went up and slapped them both. Awell-dressed lady nearby watched in shock.

My boyfriend’s obsession was to have a kid, but he was infertile—so he tricked his identical twin into getting me pregnant. I gave myself completely to Rocco that night, fully aware he wasn’t Renzo. The next morning, I complimented my real boyfriend. “Babe, you were amazing last night. I’ve never felt that satisfied before!” His face went completely drained of color like I’d slapped him. Behind that frozen expression, I saw it—that flicker of something. Guilt? Fear? Jealousy? “Who do you like better? Your boyfriend in bed last night, or the one making you breakfast right now?” I wrapped my arms around his and smiled like a lovestruck newlywed. “I love how gentle you are in the daylight. But... last night?” I giggled. “I really liked that wild version of you!”

The day I coughed up blood during my mukbang stream, my viewer count hit 100,000 for the first time. My brother burst into the frame and slapped me across the face.

During the New Year celebrations, Jason suddenly declared that the card game was boring and suggested we play for higher stakes.

"After the Beast Wars, a pact was forged. The shapeshifters would rule the world. Every century, a human and a shifter would marry. The first to bear a half-breed child would determine the next ruler. Last time around, I chose to marry the wolf clan's eldest son, notorious for his devotion, and beat everyone to the punch by birthing a white wolf hybrid. Our kid became the next big cheese in the human-shifter alliance, and my husband, Blake, naturally snagged immense power. My sister, Bethany, however, blinded by the fox clan's pretty faces, married their eldest son, only to find him a total player. She caught a nasty disease and lost her ability to have kids. Jealousy festered in Bethany's heart, and she set me and my baby wolf on fire. Roasted us alive. I woke up, and it was the day of the big marriage pact all over again. Bethany was already climbing into Blake's bed. I knew she remembered everything too. But what Bethany didn't know was that Blake was a savage at heart, a real power-hungry animal."

When l filed for divorce, Oscar Astor remainedas indifferent as ever. He turned his face away, histone flat. "Do as you wish. You can keep Nora with

I'm drop-dead gorgeous, but let's be real, I'm not exactly firing on all cylinders upstairs. So, I get dragged into the palace to be a royal concubine. This one senator starts ranting: "Your Majesty, she's a femme fatale..." I lift my veil, give him a look, and the guy just freezes. "She's a femme fatale...whoa! Like, what a smokeshow. I propose we make her queen! They say beauty comes from within, and someone this stunning has gotta have a good heart, right?!?" Then there's this other concubine, Susie, always doing the fake-nice act, like a total Karen. It got on my nerves, so one day, I just shoved her into the koi pond. Her brother, a hotshot army dude, storms into the palace, sword drawn, and glares at me. "You pushed my sister? Let me tell you, you..." I turned around, and the guy just stammered, his ears turning pink, voice going all high-pitched: "If...if you like pushing people, you... you can push me, too."