Novels

I accidentally washed a bloodstained bedsheet at home—a memento of my husband's first night with his true love. He went berserk,accusing me of being a jealous bitch. To teach me manners and mold me into a dutiful wife,he banished me to a deep-sea fishing trawler as a deckhand. The ship held fifty br

I aced my finals, top of the entire damn city. The day the local news came to interview me, my biological parents showed up. Last time, I was stupid enough to think my hardscrabble life was finally over. Instead, I stepped right into hell, and it ended in a goddamn tragedy. That adopted sister made my life a living hell, my own twin brother treated me like dirt, and my so-called parents? They were just plain disappointed in me. Then, I accidentally walked in on the adopted sister and my twin brother doing some nasty shit, and I ended up at the bottom of the lake. But now, I’m back, bitch. And I'm not gonna be a doormat for this family. I'm gonna hit back twice as hard. This time, nobody will stop me from having a life worth living.

When I was bullied and pushed off the school rooftop, Julian, the fox-beastman I had adopted, was kneeling before my tormentor, Valerie Blackwood, devoutly kissing her hand:

I shamelessly pursued Christian Davies for four years. He was utterly fed up. Under his immense pressure, my family nervously sent me abroad.

After three years abroad on a top-secret mission, I finally returned to my homeland. With permission granted, I came home, filled with excitement, thinking I’d finally see my wife and mother again. But the moment I arrived, that joy was crushed. At the entrance of my house, my mother was crouched inside a small, doghouse-like shelter. In front of her sat a metal basin. She was lying on the ground like a dog, eating rotten food from it. A man stood nearby, watching her with a mocking smile. “If you want someone to blame, blame your useless son. He died young and left you here to suffer alone!” He raised his hand mid-sentence and slapped my mother across the face. My mother flinched but didn’t say a word. She lowered her head and quickly swallowed the stinking, spoiled food. Furious, I stepped forward and kicked the man aside. Then I pulled my mother up, tears streaming down my face. I had risked my life for the country, thinking I was protecting the people I loved. But this—this was how my mother had been treated in my absence? Locked in a kennel, eating moldy scraps, like she was some stray animal?

When I was getting divorced, I voluntarily gave up custody of my daughter. It was because on the day we went to the court to file for divorce, she clung to her father's neck and cried, "Bad mommy, bad mommy, I hate mommy!"

I was added to a weird group chat with the whole class. The group name: **[High-Temperature Apocalypse]**. Everyone else picked a safe house in the wilderness or a place with abundant water.

My coworker found out my boyfriend was a trust fund kid and crawled into his bed. Two months later, she sauntered over to my desk, nose in the air.

After learning that I had a monthly living allowance of 500,000 dollars, my childhood friend and boyfriend, Scarlet Voss, started copying everything I did. I had naturally curly hair—so she curled her long, straight black hair. I got a new manicure—she took a photo of it and visited twenty different salons just to replicate it. I wore luxury brands—she skipped classes, took on five part-time jobs a day, and bought the same ones. At first, I thought she was just a harmless copycat. But a month later, I was diagnosed with a terminal illness and died swiftly. As I closed my eyes for the last time, the family who once adored me didn’t even come to say goodbye. Instead, they patted my roommate’s head and called her by my name. I was devastated. What on earth had happened? After death, my soul lingered—and drifted toward Scarlet Voss. She had moved into my room and was curled up in my boyfriend's arms, smiling smugly. “Thank you, Brother Ethan,” she said sweetly. “If you hadn’t helped fund me, I’d never have had the money to imitate her, steal her luck through the system, and become her. Everything she had is mine now.” So that’s where it all went wrong—it was the system she used. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day Scarlet first asked to perm her hair like mine.