Hated Luna, Reborn

I was the fiancee of Lucian Veris, the celebrated Swan Prince, who had offered up the principal role in exchange for my hand. On stage, he was proud and untouchable, yet he surrendered completely to the choreography I created for "Eternal Crown." When I came back after three years in Valmont, I discovered that the understudy who mirrored me had already claimed our private rehearsal hall. At the company's welcome gala, Lucian abandoned a room full of sponsors just to chase after the crying understudy. From behind the velvet curtain, I overheard words he had never spoken to me. "Elara, I chose you only because you reminded me of her. I was looking for a replacement. But you were different. Your choreography captivated me—more than she ever could. Just make sure she never finds out until the closing night of 'Eternal Crown.'" Then came the muffled sounds of their entanglement, followed by his whispered vow. "I'll give you the principal's place." Right there, in that same room, he had once held my hand and sworn that I, Astraea Lynelle, would be his only soulmate in this lifetime. I turned and walked away, the sharp echo of my pointe shoes striking with finality. Back in the dressing room, I dialed his greatest rival, Caelan Thorne. "Mr. Thorne," I said evenly, "I accept your offer to join your company. And one more thing—prepare a gift for me. I intend to turn Lucian's grand finale into the most spectacular downfall the art world has ever seen."

Si Amanda Hale ay minsang naging biktima ng pang-aabuso, pagtataksil at kamatayan sa kamay ng mga taong pinakamalapit at tinuring niyang pamilya. Ngunit nang muling bigyan ng pagkakataon upang mabuhay dala niya ang lahat ng sugat at galit mula sa nakaraan. Sa ikalawang buhay na ito siya ba’y matututong magmahal muli o tuluyan na siyang lalamunin ng apoy ng paghihiganti?

Six years of marriage. All passion at night, but never tenderness in the daylight. Amelia Sinclair loved Christopher Zephyr deeply, and she swallowed the bitterness as if it were sweet. Her own daughter wasn't allowed to call him father, yet the son of his first love sat on his lap, learning to say the word "dad". The entire family treated that adopted boy as a precious heir, while her own flesh and blood was treated like a shameful stain. It wasn't until Amelia and her daughter paid with their lives—until Christopher signed the cremation papers with his own hand and then took the boy to attend his first love's welcome banquet—that Amelia finally understood. Love couldn't win love. A heartless man had no heart to give. When Amelia was reborn, she swore she would never again cling to that cold and humiliating marriage. In her past life, she had foolishly given up her studies, content to be a housewife and devote herself to her family. In this one, she submitted the divorce papers without hesitation, took her daughter far from the mire, and rebuilt her career until she stood at the top again. In the first week after Amelia left, Christopher dismissed it as one of her tantrums. By the first month, he brushed it off completely. It didn't matter to him what she did, so it was fine to let her go. Later on, he saw her again, standing tall among the industry's elite! Amelia was focused only on her career, and her daughter was focused only on finding herself a new father. And Christopher finally realized that they really didn't want him anymore. The man lost all reason. The one who had always been cold, proud, untouchable, suddenly threw away his dignity. He blocked the mother and daughter pair in full view of everyone, his voice breaking as he pleaded, "Honey, I'll kneel here if I have to. Please... just love me one more time."

I thought the Moon Goddess had finally smiled on me.An orphaned omega… chosen as the mate of the Alpha.But on the night I believed he would claim me, he shattered me instead. Humiliated. Rejected. Banished.Left to die in the forest, I had nothing left to live for—until a stranger appeared.Fierce. Cold. Powerful. He saved me from death… and something about him felt familiar, yet unknown.I don’t know his name. I don’t know why he hesitated before walking away. But fate has a strange way of giving second chances—even to those who no longer believe they deserve them

A man falls in love with a woman, and just because he is not up to her level. He decides to marry her sister instead with the ulterior motive of staying close to the woman he loves. The sister he got married to was an unwanted burden to her parents. This is the tough reality for Emma. After witnessing a shocking event, and her mother lying against her for the crime she committed. She is hit by a car while fleeing from the police arrest after the shocking reality. Even on the brink of life and death, her genuine desire is for vengeance against those who made her life miserable. unexpectedly, Emma gets a second chance at life and is transported back to a time before her ill-fated marriage with Zayn that decided her life. Amory, her sister's crush enters into a contractual marriage with Emma due to his harboring affection for her and he is ready to risk everything for her, and her quest for revenge begins. 

In the heart of bustling city life, Eva Lowes, an enigmatic heiress to a vast fortune, finds solace in the arms of her devoted husband, Blake Torres. Yet, beneath the façade of marital bliss lies a carefully guarded secret: Eva has chosen to conceal her true identity from Blake. As their love deepens, Eva grapples with the moral dilemma of revealing her affluent background, fearing it may jeopardize the authenticity of their relationship. Caught between the desire for honesty and the fear of losing Blake's love, Eva navigates the intricate web of deceit, hoping to preserve their bond while concealing the truth that could unravel their world.

Pushed off the cliff by her step-sister, Eve Knew no life other than pain and betrayal, and as she plunged to her death, she swore she was going to make all who hurt her pay. Years later, she's back with a new face and a new name and there's only one thing on her mind. Revenge and she was going to get it, no matter what it took. But she is not the only one with a thirst for vengeance... Raphael Batista was framed for Eve's alleged suicide and he knew exactly who framed him and was going to make them pay, his revenge was also going to extend to anyone who tried to help them out, even if the person was a woman who made his blood burn with fierce passion and reminded him a lot of Eve who was supposedly dead. There is no going back for them, or is there, especially when the truths are coming out to light and their antagonist is someone who would do anything, even kill to keep what they'd taken.

I had been married to Rick Clinton for five years, and we had tried every possible way to have a child, but nothing worked. Later, Rick’s mistress, his secretary, became pregnant. Rick proposed a divorce, but we couldn’t agree on the division of assets. The next day, I was murdered by my husband and his mistress. Reborn a week before my death, I looked at the test results in my hand that confirmed Rick’s Azoospermia and smiled.

He stole her songs. He broke her heart. He destroyed her life. Now she’s back not as the naïve girl he betrayed, but as the rising star the whole world craves. She swore she would never forgive. Never forget. But when the man who ruined her past becomes the only one who can control her future, revenge turns dangerous and desire turns fatal. He wants her talent. He wants her body. He wants her soul. She wants his downfall. Two hearts. One battlefield. And a love story toxic enough to burn them both alive.

Acid rain. Blizzards. Scorching heat and bone-chilling cold. Swarms of insects. Mutants. She had survived ten long years alone in the apocalypse, only to be betrayed and bled to death. But this time, she was back. Reborn with vengeance in her veins, she stocked up on supplies and raised an army of mutant dogs. She bought all kinds of things, including fried chicken, ramen, cola, and chips. If the world was going to end, she was determined to enjoy it in style. But... something about her pocket dimension upgrade seemed a little off. Why did the [Trash Processor] turn garbage into random supplies? The [Affection Ranch] usually changed animals based on her mood—wait, was that... an elephant? And her [Happy Garden] was supposed to grow crops, so why had it just sprouted a generator? When doomsday finally came, she was petting her massive dog with one hand, holding an ice cream in the other, and resting her feet on a massage device the pocket dimension had just spit out. Apocalypse or not, she lived with flair.