Mirai Orange

On my wedding day, the first love of my boyfriend appeared and declared she wanted my place at the altar. Sobbing theatrically, she pleaded, "Claire, I’m seriously ill. You have your whole life to be with Evan. Just let me have this wedding." And my boyfriend backed her up without hesitation. "Claire, you’re already pregnant with my child, and we’ve signed the marriage papers. You’ve got everything you need. This wedding? It doesn’t matter." The guests gawked, while I stood there as the punchline of their jokes. But instead of causing a scene, I kept my composure. That same day, I booked an abortion and looked his first love straight in the eye with a smile. "Sure, take the wedding, and take him too. He’s all yours."

A year ago, I was a rising star in the legal world. But everything changed when I uncovered evidence that my fiance's first love had caused an accident. She lured me to an abandoned factory and ruined my face, then pushed me into a toxic asphalt pit and left me to drown. Little did they know, I was pregnant with my fiance's child when I died. After my death, he had the audacity to claim that I had accepted money from a murderer and had fled the country. His actions turned me into a pariah. Meanwhile, he and his precious first love walked down the aisle together. A year later, the abandoned factory I had died in was being demolished, and someone stumbled upon my body in that asphalt pit.

“I, Alpha King Lucian, reject you; Bree Shipman as my mate,” Lucian growled and pinned her to the wall. “After all we did?” Bree broke into tears. “All of that was a mistake, I will never be with a woman like you. You are a slave and a murderer,” he yelled. “I didn’t kill her,” Bree retorted. *** Bree Shipman is a girl who went from being a princess to working as a slave for the alpha king of another pack. She accepted to her fate and continued to live her life until she committed a grievous sin. Bree killed the only family of the Alpha King, she killed his sister. Anyone who kills must be killed, according to the rules of the pack; Bree was sent to be tortured till death. After the she was pronounced dead, something strange happened. Bree woke up again. Bree, who had already been proclaimed as the cursed omega slave was ready to prove to everyone that she wasn’t who they thought she was. Alpha King Lucian who couldn’t get over his sister was also ready to make Bree’s life a living hell till she begs for her own death.

“I will never accept you as my mate, all I want is for you to keep warming my bed,” Alpha Ashier grabbed Blair’s hand and pinned her to the bed. “I don’t want to keep warming your bed, I don’t want to do this. Let me go,” she screamed. “You have nowhere to go, I own you, and your body belongs to me,” he yelled and bit her neck. *** Blair, a young human girl never knew that another world existed until she stumbled into one by accident, the werewolf world. However, her newfound knowledge comes with a price, as she is quickly captured and enslaved by the ruthless alpha king who has vowed to make all humans suffer. Alpha Ashier, a brave, strong and ruthless king was nothing but a weakling who was dying to himself. After being involved in a war between the werewolves and the witches, Ashier was stabbed with the arrow of death which made a deep cut on his back and was seeping out his energy. He had searched for different ways to cure himself, but there was only one way; dying peacefully rather than dying in pain. With Blair coming into his kingdom that was prohibited for humans, he found something odd about her. Something which could be the solution to his curse. And he was ready to do whatever it takes, even if it means sacrificing Blair for the cure.

Five rounds of interviews, and I finally landed an offer from Gauthier Corp—earned it fair and square. I told Yvette Klutz, my girlfriend. Dumb move. She reported me behind my back and got me dropped. "Kevin's freaking out about not landing a job, so I gave him this one. Just shoot out a few more résumés. It's only a few days." Right. Kevin Hardwick got the job and a full-on welcome parade. I laughed—dry, dead inside—then called my sister, the CEO. "Haisley, think our company needs a new executive assistant?"

At the airport, I ran straight into Zach Martin, the man who had left me at the altar two years ago to accompany his foster sister to Apania to watch elephants. I had on sunglasses, yet he recognized me instantly in the crowd. “Tina, I’m back to marry you.” I paused for a moment. There was a flicker of doubt in my eyes. “You’re…” He gave me a helpless smile. “Hey, come on. Don’t be mad. I didn’t mean to disappear like that. After taking Yvette to see the elephants, she wanted to stick around and document everything. She’s my only sister. I had to spoil her a little. “After two years of working on the project and finishing the shoot, I rushed straight back to fulfill our engagement!” Only then did it dawn on me that this dark, scrawny man, flashing a mouthful of white teeth, was actually my former fiancé! Wait. Did nobody tell him that on the very day he ran away, I married his uncle instead?

I was holding my wife as we slept when her phone suddenly gave a special alert tone. “Rachel, my whole body hurts. Please help me…” The message was from Daniel. He sounded entitled, and he even attached a photo of his abs. My wife pushed me away at once. “Wait for me. I will head over right away.” I could not hold back my anger. “Where are you going? It’s the middle of the night, and you are going to see him? He’s your brother-in-law. Can’t you keep a bit of distance? “Your sister has been dead for half a year. Do you have to take care of him like this forever?” Rachel suddenly raised her hand and slapped me. “Sam, he has post-traumatic stress disorder. You already know that. I am his psychologist, so what is wrong with helping him? Why are your thoughts so filthy? “Forget it. I can’t talk sense into someone like you. Stay home and reflect on yourself.” After saying that, she did not look at me again. We had been married for five years. Every time we argued, she would walk away and give me the cold shoulder. She knew how much I loved her, so she hurt me without restraint. She was certain that I would ultimately give in and try to make peace. However, this time, I did not try to salvage the situation anymore. My heart was dead. I did not want her anymore.

The story follows a person transported to another world as a dwarf named Karma. While living a quiet life in this new realm, Karma encounters Freya, a succubus Demon Lord, who commands him to undertake a seemingly impossible task: assist her in completing her mission in this world. Freya presents Karma with a stark choice—ascend the Sky Tower of Doom to kill her or remain in the tower and love her for eternity. As Karma grapples with this dilemma, he meets Mirai, the world’s hero, who is desperately hunting him to obtain the Black Crystal embedded in his body. Mirai pleads with Karma to sacrifice his life for the sake of humanity and her mission on this planet. However, when Karma refuses, she offers an alternative: she’ll stop attacking him if he agrees to join her and live peacefully in the city of humans. Caught between the conflicting demands and missions imposed by the goddess on both the Demon Lord and the hero, Karma is thrust into a chaotic, nerve-wracking, and relentless adventure that upends his tranquil existence, forever altering his peaceful life.

Upon returning home from completing a vital national project, I find out that my grandfather has been reduced to a cripple after being beaten up by a famous Internet star, Nathan Larsson. All because Grandpa accidentally got in Nathan's way when he was picking up trash. Enraged, I choose to call the cops on Nathan. But my CEO wife, Whitney Backman, becomes Nathan's witness. She sits at the witness stand with a righteous look plastered on her face. "Grandpa is sickly, to begin with. Yet he insists on picking up trash on his own. After he tripped and fell, he accused Nathan of pushing him! I can't just sit by and watch an innocent man get slandered! That's why I chose to defend him!" Everyone present at the court supports Whitney's statement. Even the judge declares that Grandpa is guilty, and that we are to pay a huge compensation to Nathan. Hatred brims in my eyes as I turn on the livestream and dig out Grandpa's medals of valor as well as my dad's first class medals.

I was Brandon Sandler’s most cherished canary—pampered, sheltered, and utterly his for five years. Then came the news of his engagement to another woman. Only then did I realize his affection had been a carefully crafted revenge. He trapped me by his side, flaunting his love for another while subjecting me to relentless humiliation. Eventually, I stopped caring. But the ruthless business tycoon, who once held himself above all, clutched me with red-rimmed eyes, begging me to come home. He said he regretted everything. My hand instinctively cradled my stomach as I glanced at the man behind him. “Darling,” I murmured, “this man is scaring our baby.”