Novels

My best friend and I were transported to another world together. She became the Empress, and I was her lady-in-waiting. The Emperor adored her for three years, and for three years, she doted on me. She said I couldn't be single for two lifetimes, so she arranged my marriage to the nation’s top general, a man with an eight-pack, promising me a life of carnal bliss. The reality? After a year of marriage, he hadn't touched me. I went to the palace to cry on her shoulder. "That bastard is useless in bed! What do I need him for?" She burst into tears right along with me. "The royal physician says the Emperor is sterile! What do I need him for?" Through our tears, our eyes met. "I want a divorce," I said. "You?" "If you're leaving, I'm leaving!" And so, a great fire claimed the lives of the Empress and the General's wife. A few months later, in a small border town, two beautiful, wealthy ladies appeared. …

Adrian hasn't touched me in the three years we've been married. I put on a lace nightgown, faked some kiss marks, and sent him a sleeping selfie from his perspective.

The day the King was ambushed, my husband—the Captain of the Royal Guard—was busy placating his childhood sweetheart, who had stormed off in a fit of pique.

When my roommate Aria Lawson learned that pregnant students received special treatment at university, she boldly posted on the campus forum seeking pregnancy partners.

Something was wrong. I was trying to be intimate with my boyfriend, but his reaction was… off. I was wearing the lace lingerie he’d been begging to see me in for months, but he hadn’t so much as touched me. The room was dark. I leaned in close, my breath warm against his ear. “Your surprise,” I whispered. “Do you like it?” His breathing hitched, becoming ragged. A thrill went through me. It was working. I looped my arms around his neck and kissed him more deeply. But just then, my boyfriend’s voice echoed from outside the room. “The lights are on, but nobody’s home?” I froze. A wave of ice and fire shot through my veins. If Leo was out there… then who was I holding right now?

My cousin Emma has an obsession with testing my boyfriends. Despite my repeated refusals, she finds great pleasure in this game. After successfully seducing them, she dumps them and then informs everyone in our family group chat that my boyfriend is no good.

My husband, Ethan Stone, has abilities that are genetically enhanced.

My nephew was diagnosed with leukemia, and my daughter was the only one in the family who could save him. To save the only male heir, the only one to carry on their precious family name, my in-laws forced my frail daughter to donate her bone marrow. In the end, my brother-in-law's son lived. My daughter died on the operating table. Lost in a haze of grief, I clutched her cold, lifeless body and threw myself from the 18th floor. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Three days before my nephew’s diagnosis was even known.

On the night of our ninth wedding anniversary, my husband, Michael Hudson, brought his pregnant secretary home. With a breezy tone, he laid out a few instructions, like he was discussing the weather. “Daniela is picky with food. From now on, every meal needs to be different.” “She’s timid and can’t sleep alone, so pack your things and move to the guest room.” Without bothering to respond, I picked up the suitcase I had already prepared and walked calmly toward the door. The housekeeper tried to stop me, but Michael let out a cold laugh. “Let her throw her little tantrum. She’ll come crawling back in less than three days anyway.” The moment he said it, the room erupted in laughter. Right in front of me, they placed a two-million bet—betting I wouldn't even make it through the night before begging Michael to let me back in like a pathetic little lapdog. But what they didn’t know was that a Maybach was already waiting for me outside. This time, I was truly leaving.