No Game No Life Tet

I became the ultimate simp for Shannon Seay, the school's notorious flirt, and everyone assumed I was head over heels for her. When she skipped classes to pick fights or chase thrills, I'd copy notes and homework for her. When she tangled in ambiguous flings with other guys, I'd provide alibis to cover her tracks. For three grueling years, I poured my heart and soul into transforming her into an academic star, securing her spot at a top university. But right before orientation, she dumped me. Towering over me, she declared, "I know you've had a crush on me forever, but you're all books and no spark. Compared to Hunter, you're too rigid. We're done. I'm with him now." The crowd held its breath, anticipating my meltdown. I peeked at my phone, confirming a $50-million transfer, and replied with genuine nonchalance, "Alright, congrats." No one knew my unwavering devotion was purely because her father had paid handsomely for it. Now that the pay had been secured, it was time for me to vanish.

“One night. Make love to me for one night and I’ll never bother you again.” Valerie practically begged Rick. “Fuck off, I’m not interested.” he replied, dismissing her with a wave. >>>>>>>>> Valerie Calder, also known as ‘The Duchess,’ never begs. Never pursues. And most importantly, NEVER repeats lovers. As a young wealthy widow with the world at her feet, she’s accustomed to owning every room, and commanding every attention. Men trip over themselves just to gain her attention, all hoping to be her next fling. Ever since she inherited her aged late husband’s wealth, no one has been able to say ‘NO’ to her, except one man. RICK!! He doesn’t just refuse her - he disregards her entirely, dismisses her like she is nothing, and when others see a goddess, he sees an annoying housefly. But what Rick doesn’t know about Valerie Calder is simple: When she can’t have something, she wants it even more. And she’s never wanted anything like she wants him.

I was reborn on the day my sister, Tilda Wright, and I had to pick our husbands. That was when I realized I could hear people’s thoughts. I heard Tilda say, [This time, I’m gonna make sure I grab the best husband first.] Then, just like that, she rushed over and took the sweet guy I had married in my last life, while I ended up with the abusive man who used to beat her every day. I laughed to myself. Did she really think the guy I married before was some perfect gentleman?

Berada di tempat baru dan jauh dari rumah, Daisy yang melaksanakan KKN harus mampu menyesuaikan diri. Setelah perdebatan dengan temanya, akhirnya daisy memutuskan untuk mengambil jalanya sendiri dan hanya bermodalkan tekad melaksanakan KKN sendiri. Bertemu dengan orang-orang baru, belajar banyak hal, menemukan makna hidup bahkan menjalin kisah cinta. Daisy menyadari bahwa ternyata untuk pertama kalinya dia mampu keluar dari zona nyamanya, bertemu dengan orang-orang baru menyadarkannya bahwa hidup tidak sesederhana yang dia pikirkan. Apakah praktek lapangan sesederha itu, atau akan banyak permasalahan-permasalah yang harus di hadapi apakah daisy mampu menyesuaikan diri atau malah menyerah dan memutuskan untuk pulang.

“What if I don’t agree to be your mate? What if I don’t want this.” I asked looking deep into his eyes. He knew I love him but he hurt me. He wraps his hands around my waist keeping a tight grip on me. “You are my strength and if you leave not only will I weaken but I will lose the essence of living, I love you.” He whispered the last part Into my ear. ——————————————————————— I imprinted on her the day I broke her trust, she was supposed to be a play toy to me, I wasn’t supposed to catch feelings but all that ended on the moon night when I found out she is my mate. My human mate, she is mine to love, mine to cherish.

Those words defined Claire Reid's entire life—and her death. At twenty-eight, she dies in a hospital bed surrounded by the family she sacrificed everything for: the father who forced her to quit school, the sister who took everything she had, the husband who treated her like an inconvenience, and the mother who demanded endless gratitude for their abuse. As her heart stops, Claire sees their relief and realizes the devastating truth: she wasted her life loving people who never loved her back. Then she wakes up. One year earlier. One month before her family frames her for theft. This time, Claire refuses. Refuses to give money. Refuses to stay silent. Refuses to be grateful for crumbs. Armed with knowledge of their betrayals and a fury born from her wasted first life, she systematically dismantles their manipulations, exposes their schemes, and reclaims her identity. But when she tries to leave her cold, arranged marriage, something unexpected happens.

"Beg, Ursula," His voice dropped low. "On your knees." I clenched my fist, every fibre in me itching to snap his neck. For my sister. "Please." He doesn’t just want her compliance—he wants her on her knees. And she swore she’d never beg anyone. Not even him. Zachary Wellington; cold, ruthless, feared by everyone except one woman; Valerie Hampton, the one woman he despises so much since high school . He calls her Ursula — the villain in his love story and she calls him Dracula, the devil's spawn . She bullied his first love and she died when she discovered a secret about Valerie. Years later, they meet again. Only this time, it’s no accident. Zachary orchestrated an arranged marriage to claim his billion-dollar inheritance . Fueled by old wounds and a twisted thirst for revenge, he turns their union into a twisted game of chess guided by cold rules, where every move is calculated, and trust is a luxury both can't afford. But what begins as punishment spirals into something far more dangerous: desire, obsession, and secrets that refuse to stay buried. From betrayal and childhood trauma to a violent heir lurking in the shadows, Valerie and Zachary are about to uncover a truth that could destroy them both. Love was never part of the plan. But in a marriage built on lies and vengeance, it might be their only way out.

Dumadating sa punto masakit ang pakawalan ang taong mahal na mahal mo. Subalit mas pipiliin mo ang magpaubaya kung alam mong napapagod ka na at wala na kapag-asa na magbabago ang lahat sa inyong dalawa. Mahal mo na siya ngunit malinaw sayo na may mahal siyang iba. Ganun si Vernice sa pag-ibig na nararamdaman niya sa kanyang asawa. Ngunit mas gugustuhin niya ang palayain ang sarili kesa ang tuluyang saktan ang sarili na makita na may ibang kasama ang kanyang asawang si Raffy. May pag-asa ba pang magkaroon ng isang panibagong yugto ang pagsasama nila na pinangarap lang nuon ni Vernice?

On my 50th wedding anniversary, I took my worn, crumbling marriage certificate to City Hall to renew it. The clerk glanced at it—and froze. “This certificate is fake. Our records show you’ve never been married.” I stared. “Impossible. I’ve been married to Damien Slater for fifty years.” The clerk pulled up his file. “Well…Yes, Mr. Slater is married—but his wife’s name is Vanessa Grant.” Vanessa. His widowed sister-in-law. A military doctor who’d spent decades living among the troops. My hands shook as I returned home and confronted Damien. He didn’t even try to deny it. “I’ve treated you well all these years. Isn’t that enough? Vanessa is my true love. I only ever wanted her—our children, our life.” My son counseled me and said, “To spare your feelings, my parents kept it a secret their whole lives. You’re getting old now. What more do you want?” Only then did I learn the truth. The child I had raised with my own hands was never mine by blood. Decades ago, Vanessa and I gave birth on the same day. To ensure her child would grow up with intellect, privilege, and a future that I could provide, Damien switched our children. My own son? Damien drowned him in the pond the moment he drew breath. And I—fool that I was—raised Vanessa’s boy as my own. I even got him all the way to Claremont University. The truth broke me, and I collapsed. When I opened my eyes again—I was back. Back to the day I went into labor.

The Alpha I loved and his powerful father, the Lycan King, were both drugged with a Heat Potion. Without a second thought, I climbed into the King's bed. In my last life, I was forced to be Damien's cure. To mate with him. To bear his pups. But he spent every night at her grave, mourning his "true love," Isabella. He never touched me again. Five years into our mating, after an argument, he shifted into his wolf form. He tore me and my pups limb from limb. He was convinced I'd used some dirty trick to mark him, keeping him from his true love. He believed it was my fault Isabella left, heartbroken, and died in an "accident." When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back on the night they were drugged. This time, I will not be the cure. I will be the Queen.