Novels

As I walked out of prison, the officer clapped me on the shoulder. “Go on, kid. Go out there and live a good life.” Outside the gates, my parents were waiting with a bouquet of flowers and a box of my favorite pastries. I ran into their arms. My mother wiped away a tear, her eyes filled with pain. “Oh, my girl. You’ve suffered so much.” One week later, at my birthday party, I took an axe and chopped off my father’s head. Then I hacked off my mother’s limbs. Finally, I pressed a towel over the face of my little brother, the one I had doted on for nine years, and held him in my arms until he suffocated. When it was all done, I washed the blood from my hands. Then I called the officer who had released me. “Sorry to trouble you, but you’ll have to come and get me again.”

I’m supposed to be an emotionally stable capybara, but I've been dropped into the body of a tragic wife, complete with all her baggage—every last ounce of her heartbreak. Her husband, Jack, dotes on his childhood sweetheart, Sophia. Even their son, Leo, dreams of Sophia becoming his new mother. This is great. I don't want to do anything, anyway. So when Jack gets a call late at night and tries to sneak out, I don’t make a scene. Instead, while clutching the phantom ache in my chest, I calmly hand him his coat.

My mom said she was on a mission. If she couldn’t make my dad fall in love with her again, the system would wipe her out. Completely erased from existence. I secretly told Dad, but he just said, “Then let her die.”

When the Lab Exploded and My Childhood Friend Begged Me to Save Him.I was standing outside the burning laboratory when suddenly, messages appeared in the sky:[The male lead has been reborn! This explosion wasn't an accident—he planned it. Of course this doormat side character will rush in to save him just like last lifetime.]

I was passing soap to my husband in the shower when I couldn't help thinking:Wow, it's pink.He froze.Then he nearly killed me with that bar of soap.

The very first thing I did after being reborn was secretly move my parents’ grave and replace it with the ashes of a stray dog. Not only that, but I also poured manure on the grave. Why? Because in my previous life, my boyfriend’s childhood sweetheart had asked to accompany him to pay respects to my parents. I thought it was a kind gesture at the time. But from that day onward, misfortune clung to me like a shadow. Meanwhile, she—Sierra Wynthrope—seemed to ride a wave of endless good luck. She landed a top job, won a million-dollar lottery prize and eventually... I died from a mysterious illness. After death, my soul lingered in the mortal world, hovering around my boyfriend. I overheard Sierra giggling softly, flirting shamelessly with him. "Thanks to your dead girlfriend," she whispered sweetly, "I swapped lives with her. She had no idea how good she had it. But now that we’ve switched fates, everything that was hers belongs to me." Hearing those words, I had wanted nothing more than to drag them both to hell with me. But then I opened my eyes—and found myself back in the past. It was the very same day Sierra asked to pay her respects to my parents.

I run a pet clinic and often treat stray animals. After stumbling upon a mysterious online forum, I discovered they revere me as their "Godmother." Scar_the_Ranger: [The Godmother’s getting off work. Who’s on escort duty?] The_Bitty_Brawler: [Pausing my sparring match. I’ll go.] Ambassador_of_Good_Taste: [Treasure hunt canceled. I’ll go.] Mount_Mochi: [Date postponed. I’ll go.] Cheeseburger: [Mouse hunt called off. I’ll go.] I looked out the door at the neat rows of cats and dogs, all standing at attention. No wonder my walk home at night was never lonely.

My wife, three months pregnant, aborted our child against my will to make room for her childhood friend's baby because he was terminally ill. Afterward, she calmly stated, "Ryan doesn't have much time left. Why would you argue with a dying man? I promise you, once I give birth to Ryan's baby, we can have another one of our own."

The day after my divorce was finalized, I got into a car crash and lost my memory. Later, my ex, Beckett, shows up, saying he’d consider getting back together... if I promised to stop acting crazy. I stared at him, my spoon halfway to my mouth. “Nah, I’m good,” I finally managed. “Seriously, I’m fine just keeping the money.”