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I am Seranda Williams the uwanted, born from a lineage of slaves, embedded with the mark of Zeranda cursed god of the souls of the dead. A plague waiting to be eradicated. a plague waiting to be destroyed, a celebration at my death, festivity at the sight of my blood. I stare from the open bars of my home, a crumbling place known to others as a dungeon, but I have called this place home for the last 18 years, today is that day, the long-awaited day of my death. I feel nothing, I have been groomed as a sacrificial lamb. am neither the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. Nothing is there to be felt, I was neither provided information on why I must die, nothing could break me. No, they can't…can they? Neglected separated front all. Groomed as a sacrificial lamb, what was there to hope for? I am not the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. I have lived off scraps of food for the longest time, not like I saw meaning to why I was fed. I was going to be killed either way. I got myself ready, but there wasn't much to be done, I washed my hair with the little water left from the previous day, I have been isolated from humans since my birth. I did not get the chance to be a child like every other kid out there. I was barely given enough to last me for 18 years. The door abruptly opens and hefty men rush in with chains and shackles. “Tie the slave”

Sujoy Khanna has always prided himself on being irresistible. He lives by one rule—love is a myth, and commitment is a trap. A notorious playboy, he doesn't believe in love—until the day he fell head over heels... for a cake. One bite, and he was smitten. Determined to find the baker behind the masterpiece, he crosses paths with Sneha—a breathtakingly beautiful woman who, to his shock, is completely immune to his legendary charm. The more she ignores him, the more obsessed he becomes. For the first time in his life, Sujoy is the one chasing. But just when he thinks he’s ready to trade in his carefree ways for something real, fate throws him a twist he never saw coming—a child in the park who is his mirror image. His dad wants him to marry the boy's mom. Now, Sujoy isn’t just fighting for Sneha’s heart—he’s unraveling a past he never knew existed. Can the ultimate playboy handle the ultimate surprise? Or will this be the one story where he’s not in control of the ending?

“Camille, I’ll love you forever!” Jameson let out a low, agonized growl. Just as he was about to climax, his phone suddenly began to buzz. He ignored it, of course. Now was hardly the time. However, his phone lit up again. The moment he saw the text on the screen, his body froze. Camille heard him answer the call. “Hello?” In the deep silence of the night, the voice on the phone cut through the stillness, clear and unmistakable. “Jameson, did you know that Sylvia—” Jameson switched languages and cut in with a sharp command, “Keep it down. It's not a good time.” The other person switched languages too, though he was still loud. “The hospital results came in. Sylvia is in the final stages of cancer. She only has a month left! Her last wish is to become your wife. Can you grant her that before she passes?” Jameson’s expression changed immediately. “What?! Wait for me!” He ended the call and turned to Camille. “Camille, something urgent came up. I need to step out for a bit. Be good and stay home. I’ll be back after you’ve had some sleep.” Before she could respond, he rose to wash up, changed his clothes, and left without looking back. Moments later, her phone buzzed. Sylvia: [Camille, you lost. I told you—Jameson has always been mine.] Right above it was a message from three days ago: [If I tell him I have cancer, do you think Jameson will leave you and come to me? I bet he will.] Camille’s gaze slowly shifted from her phone screen to the open bedroom door. What Jameson did not know was that she had already picked up a new language. She understood every word of that call. After a long moment, a faint, bitter smile appeared on her face. “Yeah, I lost...”

Anthony Lake, my wealthy fiance, falls in love with Lila Hart, a blind professional dancer, and insists on breaking off our engagement, even though I am the heiress of a powerful family in the region. To preserve the alliance between our families, I seek out renowned doctors to treat Lila and set the stage to support her comeback. However, she accuses me of humiliating her and insists on jumping into a river to prove her resolve. Ten years later, my former fiance has taken control of the region. He swallows up my family's assets and drives us to the brink of suicide. "This is the price you pay for killing her!" Then, I open my eyes, and I'm back in the moment where Anthony publicly confesses his love to Lila. This time, I walk straight toward Shane York, the silent mining tycoon from the northwest, who is quietly sitting in the corner. I wrap my arm around his neck, place his hand on my waist, and command him to kiss me.

She was once a victim. Then, lock up in the warehouse for several years. Her family the one who's hurting of him, and not being fed off him. But she returns to take a revenge as a demon. She killed everyone, even the child, adult and old. She was Dorothy knocks on the door every night. Don't open the door.

-Who are you?" Finally, he stopped the silence. His words were strong, angry, and loud. "-What?" I felt so confused still couldn’t let my eyes from his new look. And his actions of killing without any emotions made my voice trembling. "-I...TOLD...YOU...WHO... THE FUCK... ARE... YOU...?" With stiff teeth he seemed to lose his patience, slowly and frighteningly, he asked, no, ordered to me, without lifting his eyes from me, with every word he took a step closer to me until I could smell the sweat, dirt smell of his ammunition from him. His hard chest-like rock was so close that it barely touched my body. I was shivering he was so scary and I still wanted him badly. "-Are you joking with me? How to understand, who am I?" I whispered... I stopped our deep gaze, even though it wasn't easy. -"What's happening here? Where are we? Why are you...." I couldn't finish one of my hundreds of questions when my husband turned his eyes away from me to his men. -"Take that strange ‘pause from his lips, his eyes traveled from the top of my head to my legs" bitch, to the cell, that little mouth soon will be open for me. And she will talk as well too."

“How much do you need to get that petty baby of an excuse in your stomach out?” Kidnapped by the top richest man in the whole of New York, in exchange for her step sister’s life, Serina Stone had to enter a contract and loveless marriage with him— Nikolai Romano, who so desperately happens to be in dire need for an heir. Serina saw the contract marriage as a chance to be out of her stepmother's maltreatment. However, a change of fate occured when the billionaire got involved in a fatal accident. Though pregnant, he treated her like a piece of trash. What happens when Nikolai became cold-hearted to the point of demanding an abortion? Disgusted by the billionaire’s new character, Serina decided to escape from the hell of a marriage by filing divorce. Will Nikolai regain his memory and open his eyes to see he was doomed if Serina had aborted his only child? Will she return to the heartless billionaire who had treated her like a trash or fall into the arms of her new love interest?

"Those are the berries you seek, my Luna." "So these are real and not a dream like the last time you almost killed me?" A soft chuckle scattered around. "They are real, Dina. Drop your baskets, they will be filled before you're done with me." "Done with you?" Letting the baskets sit on the ground, my eyes rolled around searchingly. ~~~~~~~~ "Open the gate for my Luna. Take her straight to my chamber, then seal the gate." "Yes, Alpha." As the voice dissolved, Frat glanced at me and took a step backwards. "Please come with me, Luna. I shall take you now to go meet your Alpha." ~~~~~~~ Everything seems normal to their eyes, yet, everyone thinks nothing is normal. Now I'm stuck, trapped where I'm not supposed to be. It seems sweet though, but no one sees it from my angel. I hope you will?

My husband and I spend 50 loving years together. On the day of our golden wedding anniversary, someone pushes me down a flight of stairs. As I drift in and out of consciousness, I miraculously regain my hearing. I lost it in the process of saving my husband when we were younger. I hear my husband say to my son, "You shouldn't have dirtied your hands." "How long more are you going to put up with her, Dad? Calista doesn't have much longer to wait." My husband sighs heavily. After a moment, I feel someone remove my oxygen tube. I descend into boundless darkness. When I open my eyes again, I've been taken back to the 80s—before I married my husband. The only difference is that I can hear this time.

"Ms. Stout, please read the requirements carefully. Once you submit your personal profile and sign up, all of your information will be sealed. You must then enter the research institute within 15 working days. Until the research results are made public, you will not be allowed to leave." The response from the National Academy of Sciences Research Institute came quickly, accompanied by a form. Shermaine Stout stared at the screen, but the mouse in her hand suddenly felt as heavy as lead. The door to her room suddenly swung open, and Shermaine blinked, quickly closing the laptop without a trace of emotion.