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I was diagnosed with stomach cancer, so I went online to hire an undertaker in the hopes that he would collect my body. That way, I could die and be buried. I would like to finally be at peace, even if it meant that I could only achieve it after death. I packed up my bags and left home in search of a place to die, only to receive a message from my undertaker. [Sorry, something came up. I can’t come now.] …Excuse me? I’m already half-dead, and you’re blowing me off?

My parents used the compensation money from my sister's car accident to buy a four-room house, but they only let me stay in the bathroom. My twin brothers, who were not even a year old, each had their own room. When the twins grew up, they got into a car accident. One of them needed a corneal transplant, the other needed a heart. My parents begged me to donate and save them. When I tried to escape, they betrayed me. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back to the time just after my sister's death. I sought justice for my sister and myself, and made my parents pay for what they had done.

"The galaxy had fallen to its doom, and i had fallen for you." "I am not your knight in shining armor, neither way you're a damsel in distress." At the day of her mother's burial ceremony, instead of being awakened in her room, Anne found herself in an unfamiliar forestry. Snapping out from her daze, she looked around, only to be chased by a gigantic ravenous wolf to a cliff. Once she had fallen, she instanly concluded that she had lost the creature. However, later, she instinctively found it staring at her intently, ready to lunge an attack. Without restraints, the wolf swiftly ran towards her. Anne then immediately closed her eyes and started praying for a painless death. 3...2...1.. but nothing happened! When she opened her eyes, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her, done in a black suit. The person then slowly turned around meeting her gaze. Seeing its face, Anne shuddered in fear—its face was covered with black with only its mouth shown, grinning seemingly in a hideous manner. The man was called Toto, the guardian of the forestry. After a polite exchange, Toto agreed to help Anne get back to her home, however, in the last moments, Anne had lost her memory. But who knows where Toto would actually take her. "The astral would devoured its way to gave me a path to follow; and at the far end, I am certain to find you. Random belief, it's not—it's not but a conviction!" When a suicidal fiction enthusiast dreamt about wonderland and found herself in Neverland, what would become of her? In a world of battling vampires and wolves, elves and wizards, royalties drenched in etiquette, treachery, and confusion. When you fall in love, will you listen to your heart or will you betray the universe?

Sera Nerva is a rare female Alpha determined to prove her abilities and strengthen her pack to defend against its enemies. She is determined to remain mate-less and protect her pack and family. Her bitter experiences with her previous mate killed her parents and brother and almost destroyed her pack. Draco Macer is a scarred and jaded Alpha, feared and respected by all. He rose through to power as Alpha on the blood of countless wolves. He is certain that he would remain mate-less because of a grave mistake of his past, in which his mate lost her life. A twist of fate brings these two together as second-chance mates, and they forge a strong bond- the rare double-alpha mating. Sera is determined to run from this bond to protect her pack and family, but Draco insists on holding on to this second chance at love. What happens when the consequences of the mating persist? Will Sera take the leap of fate and decide to give this second chance mating a chance? What happens when various obstacles come between their love and old enemies try to destroy their bond? Find out in this compelling story of second chances!

I was a sketch artist acting for the police. On a secret mission, I was discovered by a murderer. My eyes were gouged out, and my body was dismembered, unceremoniously dumped in a garbage bin. On the brink of death, I called my boyfriend, a criminal investigator. However, he hung up on me because he was busy accompanying his first love to a prenatal checkup. A few days later, he received a painting that was a vital clue to finding the murderer, but he thought I was playing tricks on him. In his anger, he tore that portrait to shreds. After he found out the truth, he spent the whole night searching through the garbage to piece it back together.

On our tenth wedding anniversary, I planned a surprise for him. I hid in his studio. Instead, I found him inviting a university student to pose as his model. As she peeled away layers of clothing, his eyes lit up. "Exquisite. Truly exquisite. It's been ten years—and this is the first time I've seen true beauty," he said. Then he lunged forward, capturing her in a passionate kiss. My nails dug into my palm, hard enough to draw blood, but I stayed silent. For ten years, I had walked behind him, always in his shadow. I was tired.

Livia's perfect little life in the Umbra Pack Changed instantly the day her family and pack members were murdered by the bloodthirsty Nightshade's warriors, she was taken in by a group of rogues, where she tried to train her strength to become powerful so she could be able to avenge her pack. The rogue group was invaded by the Crescent pack and she was captured by the warriors. Life in the Crescent pack was soul-crushing for Livia as she felt she had lost her chance of revenge against the Nightshade Pack, but it all changed after she met Lucius. Lucius who is set to become the next Alpha of the Crescent Pack and also Livia's MATE wants nothing to do with her as he sees her as a weakling who is not fit to rule by his side. But fate always has its way.

My husband, a surgeon, committed a fatal error during surgery. In despair at the loss of his patient's life, he chose the ultimate escape via sleeping pills on the very same night. By the time I reached his side, his ice-cold body was already being carted into the morgue. His death set the beginning of my tragedy. The patient's family, consumed by grief and rage, turned their wrath on me. Their cruel vengeance eventually took my life. As my spirit left me, I came to witness a shocking revelation. My supposedly dead husband was, in truth, alive and well! While I suffered, he enjoyed a life of luxury with his mistress and his new family. He had it all—sleek fancy cars, a stately mansion, and a mountain of wealth. The discovery burned me with rage. So furious I was, I couldn't rest in peace. When I opened my eyes again, I awoke not in the afterlife, but on the day my husband faked his death. I had returned…

My boyfriend is a forensic artist. He was forced to make a harrowing decision to save his first love. At the killer's demand, he created a portrait from a photo—he never realized that the young girl in the photo was me in my childhood. Two weeks later, the police investigate a grisly bomb explosion and dismemberment case. The victim's identity was unrecognizable, and the investigation dragged on for days as the authorities desperately searched the blast site, looking for my remains. After three days and nights, they finally recovered enough of my remains to reconstruct my face. When my boyfriend unknowingly brought the shattered fragments back to life with his art, he was confronted with a horrifying truth—one that drove him to the edge of madness.

I found a condom and a lace thong in the bathroom trash can. John and I had not been intimate in over a year, and I certainly did not own that kind of underwear. I thought about calling him, but then I came across a post from his god-sister of him passionately holding and kissing her foot. Though I was heartbroken, I did not cry or cause a scene. I turned off my phone and forced myself to carry on with life. Eventually, John finally noticed something was wrong. With red eyes, he asked, "Why didn't you care about me flirting with another woman?"