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After losing her fiancé, Silas, in a brutal gang war, Mafia princess Stella Moretti is shattered—until she crosses paths with Milo who looks exactly like him. He has no ties to her world, but Stella doesn't care. Desperate to fill the void Silas left behind, she snatches Milo from his life and brings him into hers, determined to keep him by any means necessary.

In her past life, Wendy Trent was framed by the fake heiress Holly Trent—betrayed by all, family ruined, and drowned in the sea. Reborn before being recognized by the Trent family, Wendy vows to change her fate, only to find her family can now hear her inner thoughts. Using her past memories, she counterattacks Holly step by step, exposes her true nature, and finds love.

Player Sharon travels across the three realms, becoming entangled in a web of love and hate with a werewolf, a vampire, and a priest while completing system missions. However, these intense emotions grant the characters self-awareness, and Sharon herself is transformed from a cynical player into someone entirely different. After several fierce struggles, a new world is born. As Sharon returns to reality, in what form will the three men find their way back to her side?

On Alpha Adrian Blackwood’s thirty-fifth birthday, his foster sister, Selena Vale, put on a magic show for the entire Mooncrest Pack. Selena had insisted that I join her onstage and assist with the grand finale. She had spent months learning stage magic and bragging about every new illusion until the entire pack was convinced she was practically a master magician. So when the blades inside Selena’s illusion box turned out to be real, no one believed my screams. Selena laughed into the microphone. “Our Luna deserves an Oscar. Doesn’t she make it look real?” The entire pack laughed with her. Even Adrian frowned at me from the front row. “Elena, enough. Don’t ruin my birthday just because you can’t stand Selena being in the spotlight.” Our six-year-old son looked up at me and said, “Mommy, stop pretending. Aunt Selena worked really hard.” Then the next blade came down. And another. They thought I was putting on a performance to ruin Selena’s magic show. But I wasn’t acting. I was dying.

To pay her mother’s medical bills, Lydia Quinn hides her beauty and works as a "plain" assistant to top star Ethan Grant—the boy she once saved. Used as a shield for another woman, she endures five years of hurt before walking away. Three years later, she returns under her real name-and wins Best Actress. This time, she chooses herself.

To pay her mother’s medical bills, Lydia Quinn hides her beauty and works as a "plain" assistant to top star Ethan Grant—the boy she once saved. Used as a shield for another woman, she endures five years of hurt before walking away. Three years later, she returns under her real name-and wins Best Actress. This time, she chooses herself.

Raina Taylor transmigrates into a novel as the villainous wife whom tycoon Ryan Grant plans to divorce. To protect her lavish lifestyle, she strives to reshape her hated image, unaware Ryan can hear every contradictory thought in her mind. Captivated by her hidden sincerity, he changes his mind. As attraction grows between them, both rewrite their doomed destinies.

After my fox shifter scratched me again, I went to the hospital alone. The nurse looked at the gash running from my wrist to my forearm. "That is going to scar. Did your shifter even go through socialization training?" I smiled. "He did. He was top of his class." My phone lit up. Lucian rarely messaged me, but today he did. [I barely touched you. Was the hospital really necessary?] [I have plans tonight. When are you coming back? I need you to press my shirt.] [Also, can you do something about the laundry smell? It is embarrassing.] [I do not even want to tell people you are my sponsor.] I stared at the screen for a moment. So that was how he saw me. Then I walked down the street to the shelter: "I would like to exchange my shifter." The worker opened my file, and her face went pale. Lucian had always believed I was a broke, ordinary sponsor who was lucky to have him. He did not know I was the only heir to the family that built the Shifter Registry.

After my fox shifter scratched me again, I went to the hospital alone. The nurse looked at the gash running from my wrist to my forearm. "That is going to scar. Did your shifter even go through socialization training?" I smiled. "He did. He was top of his class." My phone lit up. Lucian rarely messaged me, but today he did. [I barely touched you. Was the hospital really necessary?] [I have plans tonight. When are you coming back? I need you to press my shirt.] [Also, can you do something about the laundry smell? It is embarrassing.] [I do not even want to tell people you are my sponsor.] I stared at the screen for a moment. So that was how he saw me. Then I walked down the street to the shelter: "I would like to exchange my shifter." The worker opened my file, and her face went pale. Lucian had always believed I was a broke, ordinary sponsor who was lucky to have him. He did not know I was the only heir to the family that built the Shifter Registry.

Marcello, the Don of the Valence family, has severe PTSD. He’s cold, and he pushes everyone away. But I can hear his thoughts. I know about the possessiveness hiding under that cold front. When he says, “Stay away from me, I don’t want to see you,” what he’s really thinking is: Lilian, don’t go. Don’t leave me. I really need you. Six years of marriage, and I’m used to him never meaning what he says. But tonight, at the family banquet, his assistant is on his arm again, instead of me. I ask Marcello, “She’s standing where the Don’s wife should be. You got nothing to say about that?” Impatience flashes across Marcello’s face. “You’re twenty minutes late, Lilian. You have no right to question me.” “Either go stand in a corner, or get the hell out of my estate. Now.” A second later, his thoughts crash into me: Lilian. Get mad. Slap her. Scream that you’re my wife. Prove you love me. I need to feel secure. But this time, seeing the smirks on everyone’s faces, I’m just… tired. I take off the diamond ring, the one that marks me as the Don’s wife. “Since there’s no place for me here, let’s get a divorce.” Perfect timing. The hospital is sending me to London for a placement. I leave tomorrow.