Nate Boone Craft Young

After the college entrance exams, my parents left me at home and took their adopted daughter on a trip to the beach. A typhoon hit, and the three of them never came back. When the news reached me, I did not cry or throw a tantrum. I had their deaths registered right away and pulled out the life insurance I had bought in advance. I received one hundred million in compensation. My fiance scolded me for caring only about money. What he did not know was that I had been reborn. In my past life, after I learned about their deaths, the huge debts they had left behind fell on me. I gave up the chance to go to college and started working to pay everything back. I fought to protect our ancestral home from debt collectors. My fiance stayed with me and cheered me on when I came home late at night from delivery runs. But he never gave me a single cent to help. At thirty-five, I finally cleared every debt. On my birthday, I bought myself a ten-dollar cake to celebrate. Just as I was about to blow out the candle, the door opened. My parents and their adopted daughter, who should have died in the typhoon, walked in dressed in designer clothes. They smiled at me smugly. “Well done! We can finally believe that you aren’t greedy for money. You’ve passed the test. From today, you are qualified to be the daughter of the Jameson family.” “Jane, this brilliant idea was all thanks to you.” My adopted sister smiled. She leaned close and blew out my candle. The only light left in my twenty years of lifetime went out with it. My body gave in to exhaustion. My heart failed. I collapsed and died on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, they were about to head to the beach in the middle of the typhoon. I bought a massive accident insurance policy for them on the spot. This time, all I wanted was for them to disappear from this world forever.

Rowanne Steele thought she had it all. A perfect marriage to Jett Carter, heir to the Carter empire, and a future filled with love. But when Jett dies in a tragic car crash, her world shatters. Her mourning days aren't over, still clinging to his memory, drowning in grief and loyalty to the man she thought she knew. Until one night, a hidden truth rises from his belongings and everything Rowanne believed about her husband was a lie. Lost and heartbroken, she runs into the only arms that feel safe, Eli Carter, Jett’s younger brother. What begins as a moment of comfort in the rain turns into a mistake neither of them can forget. A mistake that feels far too much like fate. Rowanne swears it can’t happen again. Eli refuses to let go. Whether forbidden or not, he’s determined to claim her. And this time, he won’t lose.

Al Cyriel Yuzthon is a famous young actor and model. But because of being with the controversial man in the Entertainment Industry, some of them hated him and told him to leave the circle too.   However, Al didn’t give a shit. He loves Red more than his fans.   That’s why when he finds out that Red’s cheating on him because he can’t give him a child. He decided to take his own life.   Yet, he transmigrated in a book that he also didn’t give attention to back then. He became Cyll Dreiz Reiger, but unlike in the real world, he can give birth to a child with the help of the system.   He was so optimistic at first. But realized that something was wrong.   The babies inside of him have two fathers. And he’s also married with them. How did it happen?   Who’s the twin’s father, Jin Linran and Jin Weilan? Or the black sheep of the Jin family, the firstborn in Triplets, Jin Sinian? The person who’s not on the list, as he thought he only had two husbands.

Nang pabagsak na ang kompanya ng ama ni Callista, napilitan siyang umuwi sa Pilipinas upang tulungan ito. Pero ang hindi niya inaasahan, bitag lang pala iyon upang maipakasal siya nito sa isa sa mga bilyonaryong may hawak sa buong La Tierra. She has been the perfect, docile daughter, which became the reason she was forced to obey whatever her father wanted, just to save his dying company. Pero nang malaman niya kung sino ang lalaking pakakasalan, tila gusto na lang niyang takbuhan ang ipinangako sa Ama. Damon Lazaruz Auclair is one of the powerful magnates in La Tierra. Most people were afraid of him because of his ruthless and cold demeanor. How will she be able to marry him when he is known as untamable and a psycho billionaire?

Nadia Yolanda, budak korporat yang demen mabok dan mengeluh, tiba-tiba bertransmigrasi ke dunia lain sebagai dedengkot seorang penjahat wanita (villainess). --- - --- - --- - --- "Aku tau kamu bukan dari dunia ini." Eh? Apa katanya? Ah. Enggak! Enggak! Pasti aku salah dengar. "Em ...., Tuan Devon. Saya tidak mengerti apa yang anda maksu-" "Enggak perlu mengelak lagi. Saya sudah tahu semuanya." Pria bangsawan itu mengeluarkan buku bersampul coklat dari saku tunik berkilauannya. Sebentar. Buku itu kelihatan familier. Ukurannya yang pas di tangan, desain yang sebelas-dua belas dengan catatan harianku pada kehidupan sebelumnya, sampul belakang yang ditutupi coretan acak-adul iseng dari sampul emas. Sialan. Itu buku harianku! Gimana bisa ada di tangannya? "Aku harap kamu bisa ngasih penjelasan yang rasional ketika aku nyerahin ini ke Ayah dan Baginda Raja." Mampus! --- - --- - --- - ---- Jadi, singkatnya: aku mati, lalu terlahir jadi tokoh-yang sama sekali-enggak penting di cerita yang kubuat bertahun-tahun lalu. Bego banget kalau ada yang percaya kenyataan halu kayak gitu.

A divine tree that is worshiped by many generations of people in my village grows on the tall mountain located on the village's west. Apparently, the divine tree loves being watered by women's lustful juices. In order to garner the blessings and protection from the divine tree, the village will pick out a woman to serve it every month. Since young maidens are shy and reserved by nature, the juices they secrete aren't enough to satisfy the divine tree. In that case, the village will be plagued by misfortune and disasters. Because of that, there are rumors saying that the divine tree prefers married women instead. All the married women in the village refuse to serve the divine tree. I, on the other hand, yearn to get picked out by the village every day. After all, I'm born to feel pleasure at its height. Unfortunately, my weak husband can never satisfy my urges.

I've been pent up for far so long that my hormones are going out of balance. So, I decide to visit a massage parlor that my best friend has recommended to me, hoping that I can completely get rid of the sense of emptiness that's inside me. When the young and well-built masseuse begins caressing me with his scalding palms, I feel the flames of lust burning brighter within me to the point they are about to swallow my rationality whole…

It was him. The man I had just been accused of murdering in cold blood. The man whom I've been forced to consume poison because of. Or, had I seen a ghost? Why was my supposedly dead husband standing in the midst of those people, smirking in accomplishment. As the venom of the poison spread through my body and like I was going to rip apart because of the pain, I gave in to the paralysis that rushed me and then closed my eyes shut, tears finding their way out of my closed eyes regardless. “P…please, G… God,” I mumbled with the final breath in me. ~~~ And, suddenly, my eyes were opened, and I was standing in front of him. And he was smiling widely at me, asking what I thought of the wedding dress. But, this was weird because this was from three years ago. Then, my eyes dropped on the calendar. Was I hallucinating? I… I have been reborn?!

My mom, Allison Ramsey, runs an adult store. One day, I'm so tired that I doze off inside, only to end up accidentally trapped in one of those pleasure beds. When Mr. Palmer from next door walks in, he mistakes me for the store's latest doll and proceeds to pull down my hot pants.

"Ouch, that hurts!" Underneath the bright lights, the man makes me lie facedown on the bed. Then, he pushes my waist down from behind, seemingly looking for the best spot. I feel something odd press against me and cry out, telling him to stop. He doesn't, though. In fact, he grabs hold of my belt.