Ily Day

To restore my crush's right to inherit his mafia family, I gave him one of my corneas. But when he regained his sight, my family chose to have my older sister marry him instead of me. In my past life, I tried to find him and explain everything, but he rejected me. My own family exiled me, and I died on the night of wedding between him and my sister. Then I'm reborn—back before I was exiled . This time, I choose to leave my Mafia pack and my crush willingly.. But that cold, heartless Mafia Boss? He completely fell apart.

I Long Chen have been reborn to rule over everything, if buddha blocks kill buddha, if god blocks kill god, sentient beings bow down before me, life and death are under my control, to ascend the sky or go through the gates from hell, only I am SUPREME.

"I own you!" He towers over me, trapping me against the wall. "I'm not yours to own," I reply. "But you are," He insists, he brings his hand to my neck and trails it down, only touching me with his fingertips. "Every single part of your body is mine." He trails his finger down the valley of my breasts, down my waist where he grabs me and pulls me to his chest. My eyes gazing deep into his, he says "And I can do whatever I want to do with it." *************************************** Bella Arthur is a twenty five -year-old omega, living with her younger sister who has cancer. As an orphan, Bella works two jobs to provide for her sister and pay for her medication. When she's offered a life-changing contract, she must decide whether to regret the contract and find her way through life or risk her life by spending 182 days in the Lycan's palace, known as hell on earth.

My mate is Ryder Blackwood, Alpha of the pack. As the approaching bonding ceremony, he tells me that his "savior", Isabelle Morrison, is dying. She took a silver dagger meant for him three years ago. Now she is terminal, and her days are numbered. Her last wish, he says, is to leave behind a pup bearing the strongest Alpha blood. I tremble. "What about me? I'm your only mate." His voice is cold, emptied of feeling. "Don't worry. I'll always be your mate." Two days later, I receive the pregnancy test results. Isabelle is five weeks along. Turns out there was never a choice. All I get is a belated notice. What he doesn't know is that I'm the one who took the silver dagger meant for him three years ago. The healer tells me I have, at most, a month to live. I neither weep nor protest. I cancel the bonding ceremony I've dreamed of and quietly book a flight out. It leaves on the very day of the ceremony. Ryder stands at the venue of the canceled ceremony when my message reaches him. It's my unwavering rejection of him as my mate. That's when he finally breaks. For the first time, the Alpha who controls everything tastes a fear that tears the soul. He searches for me frantically, only to find every trace of me erased from his world.

"I know what you did. It's time to atone for your sins." It all started with a little fun-study balance in my life. Then, I ended up committing a hideous crime. He said he was going to make me pay for what I did, and he was coming to take me away for three weeks. Three weeks of pleasure, pain, and tough wishes. Now, I want more..

Holy shit. Hell no. Ivette’s brain turned into a puddle as she stared into those bright brown eyes that had wiped her world away on that night weeks ago. She would never forget those eyes that haunted her dreams every night. His knowing smile. His full mouth that had touched every inch of her skin. His dark hair that her fingers had dove into and pulled as she moaned against his tan skin. His scent that made her knees wobble with need. At least, now she knew his name. When Ivette King's long-term boyfriend proposes to her, in a bid to find some semblance of peace, she takes a step in the wrong direction. A one-night stand with a rival. A mistake, she called it. An unforgettable experience, he begged to differ.

With a sharp gunshot, my husband of twenty years, Marcus De Luca, rushed in front of me and took the bullet for me. As he lay dying, he spoke gently. “Nerina, live well.” I held him in my arms. My tears kept falling as I pressed hard against the wound in his chest. But he only touched my hair. His eyes fell on Vivian’s body. “She’s dead. I have no reason to live either.” It felt like a bullet had gone through my head. All the blood in my body froze. “She suffered in Sicily for twenty years.” “She finally came back, and now she died in front of me.” “Please stay alive. Bury me with her.” “If there is another life, don’t let her go to Sicily in your place again.” “Please make us whole.” His hand fell. My world collapsed. When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in front of Marcus’s father. The old Don looked at me. “Your wedding with Marcus is set for three days from now.” I lifted my head and spoke calmly. “Marcus’s bride should not be me. It should be Vivian.” “As for Sicily, I’ll go.”

On my 16th birthday, I treat myself to the most delicious cake I can find. On that day, before I can even take a bite, my parents, who are always at odds with each other, sign their divorce papers right in front of me. So, on my wedding day, I tell my wife, Keira Jarrett, "If you ever want a divorce, just get me a birthday cake." She hugs me tightly and promises me."Don't worry. 'Birthday' won't even be a word in our home anymore." Seven years later, on Keira's birthday, her assistant, Jackson Price, throws her a surprise party. She slaps him across his handsome, gentle face and kicks him out of Jarrett Group. That day, I am convinced I have chosen the right woman for life. But three months later, on my birthday, I find out the supposedly fired Jackson has been promoted to Keira's personal secretary. He personally delivers a custom-made birthday cake to me. I call Keira to demand an explanation, but her voice on the other end is cold and distant. "Jack meant well. Don't be a spoilsport." I freeze for a moment, then hang up. It turns out my parents are right all along. The only way a birthday cake tastes right is when it's served with divorce papers.

The online game Doomsday swept across the globe, bleeding into reality and shattering the world's order. In his previous life, Cole Morrow devoted everything to elevating his fiancée, Sera Kane, to the peak of glory. But on their engagement day, she tore out his heart with her own hands—and gave it to her male best friend. Reborn, Cole made a new choice: this time, he would climb the throne alone. Just before the game shut down its top-up entrance, he poured all his money into unlocking the legendary class—God of Wealth. Starting with hiring a god-tier NPC to steal a divine dragon egg, Cole blazed a trail of unstoppable triumph. When the apocalypse arrived—swarms of horrors descending from all directions—he stood clad in forbidden artifacts, surrounded by countless mythical beasts. With a snap of his fingers, billions of aberrations turned to ash. The NPCs started making their own choices. God-tier NPC: "Your Excellency, your noble character—and your gold—have convinced me. This NPC pledges permanent loyalty." Emperor of the Empire: "When money speaks, even truth falls silent. You should take the throne." Ancient Races: "The gods abandoned us, but he rebuilt our homeland. From now on, the God of Wealth is our one true faith." Players: "Holy crap. We just left the beginner village, and this guy's already one-shotting a level-100 boss? What's even the point of playing?!" Sera: "I regret everything... I don't want to die. Cole, please... can you love me again?"

Lily Daniels, an intelligent, ambitious but struggling artist struggling to make a living and drowning in debt, agrees to an outrageous proposal—a two-year contract marriage to a powerful and arrogant billionaire business Magnate, Lucas Hawke. Lucas needs a wife to secure his inheritance, and Lily needs a lifeline. The terms are clear: no love, no strings attached. But from the moment they sign the deal, sparks fly. Lily challenges Lucas’s cold and ruthless world, while he awakens feelings she swore she’d buried forever after the heartbreak of her broken engagement.