Hoa Sơn Tái Khởi Novels & Stories

I was born with a genetic disorder. My father left as soon as he found out, and my illness quickly drained all my mother’s savings. To afford my treatment, she moved me from one stranger’s home to another, until she chose to have a child for money. After giving birth to a baby boy and receiving twelve thousand dollars, she was about to leave, but the man asked her to stay. He promised to raise me as his own and cover my medical expenses. She agreed. They married soon after. She told me I would always be the one she loved most. To prove it, she rarely held my brother and almost never smiled at him. Until the day he accidentally swallowed my medicine. As she frantically tried to save him, she

After an extended silence, she gathered the courage to speak. “Mum, what do you mean? I have my life in Paris.” she implored, clutching her mother’s hand. Lois diverted her gaze, the moment slipping away. “Refusing my offer means also returning all the assistance I provided when your business was in trouble,” she said, rising to leave. “You have just 48 hours to agree to my terms, and remember, I dislike waiting.” Dianna has always been in love with Clinton Blackwood before he married her twin sister and since then she has despised him. She maintained her distance from her twin sister, Daphne, and her husband enjoying her peaceful and lonely life. Her life took a turn when her sister

SYNOPSIS KISSED BY THE BILLIONAIRE I CAN'T STAND Elena Brooks spills champagne on billionaire Alexander Knight at his charity gala. Instead of a lawsuit, he summons her to his office and reveals the truth that destroys her world. Her father didn't leave debt behind from bad business decisions. He was deliberately destroyed by Alexander's father James after discovering evidence of massive financial crimes inside Knight Holdings. And his death on the Williamsburg Bridge two years ago wasn't an accident. Alexander was supposed to meet him that night. He arrived twelve minutes too late. Now Alexander needs the hidden files Thomas Brooks left behind before he died. Files locked in a

Amelia Carter only wanted a quiet drink after work. Instead, she found herself trapped by a man who refused to take "no" for an answer. Luckily, a devastatingly handsome stranger slides into the empty seat beside her, slips an arm around her shoulders, and casually announces, "There you are, sweetheart. I've been looking everywhere for you." It's the perfect fake-boyfriend rescue. At least... it was supposed to be. Jake Harper only meant to save a woman from an uncomfortable situation. He definitely didn't expect the simple contact of his arm around her shoulders to send every instinct inside him into absolute chaos. Because Amelia isn't just any woman. She's his mate. The one person

The first experiment in the world of retrieving memories after death succeeds, and my memories are going to be broadcast live all over the Internet. My dad has just learned about my death, but he only says in a disgusted tone, "Who would want to see the memories of someone who is selfish, mean, and has nothing commendable at all about them? Today is the wedding day of Zoe and Cameron. Pause the live broadcast and stop being so sickening!" Zoe is my stepsister, and Cameron is supposed to be my fiance. After that, my father finds out the truth from the live broadcast of my memories. He begs for my forgiveness tearfully but… I'm already dead.

When I was seventeen, Cesare Cassano, the youngest son of the Cassano Family, saw me once—and that was it. He was hooked. At nineteen, he fought his way up and became the Don's chosen successor. At twenty-one, in front of the whole city, I said yes to Cesare's over-the-top proposal. Overnight, I became the woman every girl in Naples envied. Everybody knew the Cassano Don would do anything for me—anything—just to see me smile. And then three days later, at the billion-dollar wedding Cesare threw for me, livestreamed to the whole world, I fell off a cliff. Just like that, I was dead. Gone without a trace.

"Does he know…" his voice dropped, rough and dangerous against my ear, "that you’re on your knees, about to take another man’s cock?" My lips parted, a trembling breath escaping as heat flooded through me. "Please…" I whimpered, even as my body burned with something I couldn’t control. His hand tightened on my waist, pulling me closer. "Please what?" he murmured, his voice deep. "Tell me what you want." I should have stopped. I should have walked away. But I didn’t, because my thighs clenched even more, my pussy dripping. "Your cock…" I moaned, shame and need colliding. "I need it…deep inside my throat." "Open up and take it all in," he growled and I leaned closer

It's been five years since I started trying to win over Zachary Pierce. I even went so far as to have a child through IVF, hoping it would finally make him care. But no matter what I do, I can never reach 100 percent affection from him. It always stays at 99 percent. Sometimes it even drops lower. One day, exhausted and aching, I go looking for him. As I reach his room, I hear laughter coming from inside. "She still hasn't figured out the egg wasn't even hers. The moment the baby was born, Zach's affection score for her dropped to zero." "So what if she finds out? She should be grateful that her face looks so much like Yvonne's. Honestly, I'm done entertaining her. It's exhausting." At

“Marry him, or your brother dies.” To protect the only family she has left, Elena Russo agrees to marry Dante Moretti—New York’s most feared mafia heir. Cold. Controlled. Lethal. He offers her no love, no choice, and no freedom. Only a diamond ring and a cage with silk sheets. But from the moment she steps into his estate, she learns the rules don’t matter—because Dante doesn’t follow them. He doesn’t touch her. Doesn’t even look at her. Until he does. And when he does… it’s to remind her who owns her. She was supposed to hate him. She wasn’t supposed to want the man who watches her from behind glass. Who whispers commands through locked doors. Who punishes with silence—a

At midnight, the ER receives a pregnant patient with an extremely pale face, and she's convulsing violently at the same time. I lift her shirt on the spot so that I can diagnose her symptoms better. But my wife, Selena Carson, who also works as the head nurse, suddenly berates me angrily. "Do you have any idea that what you're doing is sexual harassment? Can't you spare the patient her pride? "Don't use your treatment as an excuse! I refuse to believe that there aren't any female doctors in the ER at all!" The patient's family members streamed the whole thing live. Soon, everyone was blasting me on the Internet. The hospital forces me to apologize to the pregnant patient. But I decide t