Novels

After getting back together with Liam, I stopped clinging to him the way I used to. He came home late one night after a department dinner, his face dark as he confronted me: “Do you have any idea how long I waited for your call? “Everyone else’s girlfriend or wife called! Everyone! Except you. You w

I grew up abroad. My mother feared I might marry a foreign man, so she arranged an engagement for me with a talented and handsome man in Flodon. She insisted that I return home to get engaged. I came back and started shopping for an engagement dress at a luxury boutique. I selected an off-white strapless gown and decided to try it on. Suddenly, a woman nearby glanced at the dress in my hand and told the saleswoman, “That’s a unique design. Let me try it.” The saleswoman immediately yanked it out of my hands. I protested indignantly, “Excuse me, I was here first. Don’t you understand the principle of ‘first come, first served’? Or do you just not care about common decency?” The woman scoffed and retorted, “This dress costs $188,000. Do you really think a broke nobody like you can even afford it? “I’m Lucas Goodwin’s sister in all but blood. He’s the chairman of Goodwin’s Group. In Flodon, the Goodwin family sets the rules.” What a coincidence! Lucas Goodwin was my fiance! I immediately called him and said, “Hey, your ‘sister in all but blood’ just stole my engagement dress. Do something about it.”

I was reborn into a mission world where The System assigned me four male leads. If I could successfully win over just one of them, I—who had died in a car crash in my original world—would be resurrected. But I failed to win over any of them. All four fell in love with this world’s female lead. And so, each of them spat venom at me, told me to go die. In the end, my mission failed, and I took my own life to leave. Only when they saw my body did they finally, completely, break.

I was about to leave the upscale restaurant Julian owned when the manager stopped me. “Excuse me, ma’am, you haven’t paid your bill.”

My Omega husband is the main character in a popular harem novel. Practically every desirable Alpha in the story is in love with him. The handsome, wealthy, aloof CEO; the wild, rebellious trust-fund kid; the gentle, devoted superstar… Without exception, they are all hopelessly devoted to my husband. And me? I’m just a plain, unremarkable Beta. In the story, I’m known as “the clueless husband.” My only purpose is to add a little spice to their thrilling affair, a background character they can cheat on for an extra dash of excitement. So, it turns out I’m the disposable nice guy trope?

I’m the main character of a steamy romance novel. My specialty? Taking anything—black, white, you name it—and turning it fifty shades of scandalous. So, on my first day in a horror game… When the final boss told everyone to choose their own death… The words just tumbled out of my mouth: “I choose to die breathless, legs trembling, eyes losing focus, heart pounding… until the very end.” The Boss: “?”

In the languid haze of a midday tryst with my boyfriend. A sudden, violent thud echoed from the front door. I blinked my eyes open, drowsy and content. “Is someone knocking?” But the man just nipped my earlobe, his voice a husky, intoxicating murmur. “No, baby. You’re just hearing things.” Then, lines of text scrolled across my vision— 【Hey, succu-babe, maybe you should take a closer look at who’s in bed with you?】 【LMAO, the main character thinks his magical contract means he’s the only one, but he has no idea he has an identical twin brother!】 【Hehe, a brotherly buffet! No more starving for our girl. She’s eating good now!】 Before I could even process it, a furious, trembling roar came from outside the bedroom. “Damien, you son of a bitch, get the hell out here!”

The day I turned eighteen, I climbed to the roof of my apartment building. But someone else was already there, perched on the edge, and a stream of comments floated in the air above her head. [What’s this? Another jumper? Did the supporting character call for backup?] [She’s so dramatic. The heroine’s family gave her a home for ten years, and now she’s acting like this just because they asked for a little heart donation.] [Hey, the new jumper is walking over. What’s she gonna do?] I lunged forward, wrapping my arms around the girl’s waist and pulling her back from the ledge. We tumbled to the rooftop floor in a heap. "Mind if I go first?" I asked. "I’m in a bigger rush."

The Man I Had a Crush On Went Blind I pretended to be his fiancée and took care of him for a year.