Money System In Cultivation World

I'm an heiress who's been bound to a gossip system. Everyone reads my mind on my first day back home after being reunited with my family. "Mom sure has done a good job of maintaining her beauty. It's no wonder she became an OnlyFans streamer after divorcing Dad." My mother is about to berate me for something, but she pales and stops when she hears my thoughts. I glance at the fake heiress, who's weeping pitifully. "My, she's pregnant. Is it John's or Zach's?" My two brothers exchange odd looks. Then, my father arrives. I cluck my tongue. "Oh, it's Dad's."

When I open my eyes again, I notice that I'm lying on the bed of my archnemesis, Ashton Ford. Ashton calmly puts on his clothes before tossing a card at me, telling me to get out. He then looks at the caretaker stationed by the door and asks helplessly, "Is Sunny still throwing a tantrum? Tell her that we're going to be engaged soon. She can't leave women in my bed just because she's angry." I'm about to say something when a stream of comments appears before my eyes. "Here comes another one hoping to sleep her way into a prestigious position. Mr. Ford only loves Sunny. If she didn't comfort him, he might have taken his own life after what happened to Elizabeth a long time ago." "Can the author stop trying to force these flings onto him? It wasn't easy for Sunny to achieve success after taking over as the female lead. I want to see them live a sweet married life." "Unless Mr. Ford's dead first love, Elizabeth Miller, comes back to life, no one can possibly touch Sunny's position in Mr. Ford's heart." Confusion is written all over my face. I'm Elizabeth Miller. Since when did I become Ashton's first love?

A hell-recycle world within the modern world, designed for death or near-death individuals. With the greenhouse effect resulting in instability in hell, access to hell becomes restricted, and the game keeps the new souls busy while offering them a second chance to return to their lives before death, depending on their performance. A six-digit cash prize is awarded to the winning participants, with rewards ranging from reversed choices and time manipulation to wealth and more. The 100 Doors Challenge System was designed purposely for this world, to keep the growing audience (already existing souls) entertained. Chosen participants must die beautifully at each door. The fancier and more tragic the death, the higher the views. The story alternates between real-world broadcast control rooms, digital death arenas, and fragmented dreamlike worlds designed from Author Willa’s traumas, fears, and regrets and those of the participating ghosts. 100 Doors: Die Fabulously for the Audience. This story contains graphic adult themes, including explicit sexual content, psychological tension, dark humour, trauma, and scenes of coercion and moral ambiguity. It explores mature, disturbing, and emotionally intense situations within a fantasy-system setting. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

"Aku pulang, Nis. Aku kangen banget sama kamu... Ayo, kita nikah," sebut Adimas pelan pada wanita yang dirindukannya. Adimas Sagala kembali setelah tujuh tahun lamanya meninggalkan Anissa dengan segala situasi yang menghancurkan hidupnya. Reuni SMA yang tidak pernah Anissa datangi selama ini malah mempertemukannya lagi dengan sang cinta pertama. Akankah Anissa bisa menerima kehadiran Adimas kembali setelah keadaan berubah? Apa Adimas juga bisa menepati janjinya untuk membahagiakan Anissa setelah merangkai hati Anissa yang sudah hancur? *** Baca juga karya lainnya dari saya: 1. Istri Kecilku Bos Mafia 2. Ibu Susu Anak Pria Miskin Selamat membaca...

Berawal ketika Sammy kecil bertemu dan meminta bantuan seorang wanita penjual bunga. Hati bocah kecil ini tertuju pada Viona, seorang wanita pemberani dan protektif layaknya seorang ibu pada anaknya. Menemukan sosok ibu yang selama ini dicarinya, Sammy merengek kepada ayahnya, Joe Clayton. “Ayah, aku ingin Bibi Bee menjadi ibuku!” rengek Samuel Clayton. “Jadilah ibu bagi anakku atau aku akan meratakan toko bungamu dengan tanah.” Joe Clayton mengancam. 'Apa-apaan ini?! Kamu pikir kamu siapa?! Viona mengumpat dalam hati. Apakah Viona bersedia menjadi ibu tiri Sammy? Dan bagaimana jika identitas asli Viona diketahui oleh Joe dan terbongkar?

Dikenal sebagai iblis wanita, sahabat malaikat maut, dan banyak lagi sebutan terkutuk untuk pewaris kelompok gangster sepertinya adalah hal biasa. Tapi tidak ada yang tahu jika Maia memiliki satu mimpi kecil yang konyol. Dia ingin memiliki hidup sederhana bersama suami dan anak yang dicintainya jika Tuhan memberinya kehidupan kedua. Maia mengganggap Tuhan sedang bosan saat menghidupkannya kembali setelah perang antar klan. Maia terbangun dalam tubuh wanita lain, seorang selebriti populer yang meninggal dalam penyesalan hidupnya. Mampukah Maia si wanita terkutuk memainkan perannya sebagai istri dan ibu yang baik menggantikan posisi sang selebriti? *** Baca juga karya saya: 1. Gelora Cinta Bos Berondong Manisku 2. Mantanmu Jadi Istri Bos 3. Istri Rahasia Presdir 4. Mantanku Gagal Move On 5. Ibu Susu Anak Pria Miskin 6. Istri Kecilku Bos Mafia

My deskmate, Sierra Langford, handed me a throat lozenge. I turned around and melted it into the school cafeteria’s "Top Scholar Soup", letting all four thousand students share a taste. Because this time, I’ve been reborn. In my previous life, Sierra had a system that could steal other people’s exam scores. As long as I ate something from her, my grades would automatically transfer to her. She was a rich girl, already set to study abroad. Stealing my college entrance exam score was just a joke to her. On the other hand, I was poor. The exam was my only chance to change my fate. After three mock exams, my scores kept dropping for no reason, and no matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t find out why. In the end, I failed the college entrance exam. Lost and broken, I was hit by a car. After I died, my soul hovered in the air and overheard Sierra laughing with her best friend, Hailey Monroe. "Who would’ve thought Vera Collins could’ve ranked first in the entire city? Well, that title’s mine now! Someone like her deserves to rot in the mud forever." This time, I’m back. So, she liked stealing people’s scores for fun? Then stealing just mine would be too boring. This time, the entire school’s exam scores would be a surprise for her.

My roommate sets me up. She deliberately forces me into a death-trap survival game. As I shut my eyes and wait for death to take me, I realize that the game's bosses can read my mind. "Look at the blood spurting from this baby doll's neck. It's like a fountain of pee." The baby doll is baffled. It's about to launch its ultimate move, but it falters. "Man, look at how this guy is still sweeping the streets when he's so old. Does he not have a pension?" The old man is about to swallow me whole, but he suddenly gets a heart attack. An ambulance takes him away. "Oh, so this is the amusement park's owner. Oh, dear god, he's handsome, albeit a little skinny. I can send him flying with a kick!" The handsome owner's expression darkens. He instantly takes off his shirt to reveal his washboard abs. "Do you still think I'm skinny?"

Elijah Morris has been fooling around for four out of the five years we've been married. And from the very first month, he openly betrays me. Meanwhile, I spend my time warding people off with expensive contracts, one after another. Eventually, all that's left between us is constant fighting. One day, his younger stepsister, Abigail Wright, returns. And just like that, he finally settles down. That's when the system tells me that I can finally go home. For the next five days, I no longer ask about his schedule. I don't care if he is with Abigail, nor do I care if she is pregnant with his child. I even move out of the master bedroom myself, listening to them going at it all night. The fifth day after Abigail's return is our wedding anniversary. Elijah bursts into the room, tears up our marriage certificate in front of me, and smashes my most treasured vase into pieces. He grips my throat tightly and growls, "Why did you put mango in Abby's cake? She's allergic, and she almost died! How could you be so cruel?" For the first time, I don't argue with him. Instead, I go along with his accusations. "So what?" I then pick up a shard from the broken vase on the floor under his disbelieving gaze. Then, I draw it across my artery. Just like that, I end my life in this world.

They buried him under a blood-red moon. Chains of silver and blessed iron pinned his broken body to the earth, sealing his power, erasing his name. To the pack, he was a failed Alpha. To the coven, a cursed vampire. To the world, he was a mistake that deserved to die. But monsters don’t stay dead. When Alpha opened his eyes again, he wasn’t in the grave—he was in the body of his weakest self. Eighteen years old. Rankless. Powerless. His wolf silent. His vampire blood thin and starving. The memories of his execution burned behind his eyes like fresh wounds. Reborn. A second life… and a second chance at vengeance. This time, he felt it—the system etched into his soul, ancient and cruel. [Hybrid Core Detected] Bloodline: Vampire / Werewolf / Unknown Status: Severely Suppressed Level: 1