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A short and sweet story just nice for bedtime. Guaranteed that no brain cells will be used. Might be illogical but.... Sypnopsis: Luo Jingli was brought up in a single parent family and his mother earns enough only to make ends meet. He was just searching for a job to feed himself and pay for his mother’s eye surgery, but life is not always as easy as you think, especially for Luo Jingli... However, he unexpectedly found more than just a job... Scum top Li Zheng that turned over a new leaf x thin and weak bottom Luo Jingli that fell in love at first sight.

I dumped Orion Gray when he was at his poorest. I even aborted the child we had together. In the blink of an eye, I got together with a rich man. After that, Orion went abroad in anger and sadness. Within two short years, he turned into the CEO of a publicly listed company. When he came back to the country, he swore that he would exact his revenge on me. However, my mother sent a disfigured corpse to his house and asked him to restore it to its original state. He did not know that it was the corpse of the person he hated the most—me.

"I will never sleep with a man like you," Selena said as she rolled her eyes at him. "We will see about that," smirked. ________________________________ Selena's life takes an unexpected turn when she catches the eye of the notorious mafia boss, Aiden Frazier. Drawn in by his charm and dangerous allure, she becomes enmeshed in his world of power, violence, and intrigue. But as she falls deeper in love with him, she begins to realize the true cost of being involved with a man like Aiden - a cost that could ultimately lead to her demise. Will their passion be enough to overcome the surrounding danger, or will their fiery romance be the downfall of them.

Everyone is envious of me for having someone like Dominic Cruz, who's love-brained, as a husband-to-be. He's rich, handsome, and highly educated. I smile without saying anything, but I nod happily. However, on the day I'm misdiagnosed, he goes missing. He's so engrossed in his secret lover that he forgets all about me. So, I jilt him before he can do it to me. I turn him into the city's laughingstock. Later, I hear that he drinks the bar dry every night. He scours Marina City but fails to find his missing bride.

Kane Porter was as boring as his name implied. Of all the financial coordinators under me, he was the one least likely to be interesting on an intoxicated evening. Kane was quiet, well-mannered and nobody was friends with him. I was his boss and I got along well with everyone until I came across a problem. The account I’d been skimming from had a good hunk of change missing now. Not good. How could I have it investigated without flagging myself for the ten thousand dollars I’d ‘borrowed’? There was only one thing I could do. Porter was a nice guy. He’d help me out. No one could be safer to ask…

Layla Miles lives in a posh upper middle-class neighborhood, married to a neurosurgeon, and has a beautiful three-year-old daughter. The only thing missing is Layla’s past memories. When Layla and Damien decide to host a charity event to raise their profiles in Tampa’s high society, two men from her past pop up out of nowhere. With no memory of her former life - or them, she sets out on a mission to finally discover who she is and what had happened on that fate changing night in New York City four years prior. One woman. Three men. What will be the outcome? Warning: This work of fiction contains sexual scenes and graphic language.

Joseph Larkin, my husband, who has been missing for seven years, suddenly comes back. Not only does he bring another woman back, but he is also asking me for a divorce. Joseph says, "Mabel risked her life to save me. That's why I have to marry her to repay her. If you know what's good for you, you'll tell everyone we're already divorced." Looking at his haughty expression, I calmly say, "But I've already married someone else." Joseph laughs disdainfully. "Who are you trying to fool? Everyone knows you only have eyes for me."

Hungry and desperate, Luna Reyes crashes a wedding while running from her ex boyfriend—only to end up in a stranger’s veil. Mistaken for the missing bride, she says “I do” to powerful CEO Grayson Vaughn… and steps into a life never meant for her. At first, it’s survival. Then, something unexpected: real feelings. But just as Luna begins to fall for her husband, she uncovers a devastating truth— He’s connected to the tragedy that destroyed her family. What began as a stolen identity spirals into a dark hunt for answers. Because Luna didn’t just marry the wrong man— She married into a past she’s been trying to escape.

Selena sure is a lucky girl. She became a scholar at the prestigious Wynnford University, and she also caught the attention of the school's twin heartthrobs, Alexis and Alexander. But this is not because of her looks or intellect. It's because she reminds them of their missing childhood friend, Limstella. Then there's Marga, the campus queen, who is a childhood friend of the twins and is overprotective of them. How will Selena compete with the memories they had with Limstella? Can she replace Limstella in their hearts? Can she get closer to them with Marga doing everything to make her life miserable? And what if the secrets from the past have been revealed? How will these affect all of them?

Late one night after getting off work, I was scrolling through my company group chat when a colleague shared a piece of news. The headline was horrifying. "Night-Shift Courier Murdered During Delivery, Police Suspect Robbery." I zoomed in on the crime scene photo that had been partially pixelated, and a chill ran straight down my spine. Lying in a pool of blood, the courier who had been hacked to death was unmistakably me. I had scrolled into news of my own death. Almost at the same time, my delivery app began vibrating violently. "Urgent pickup! Destination: Unit 704 Hawthorne Ridge Apartments, Building 7. Time limit: 15 minutes. Penalty for timeout: Death." As I stared at the notification that read "Pickup failed three times", the searing pain of my brutal death surged through my body. So that was it. I had already died three times. When I forced open the half-closed security door of 704 for the fourth time, a thin delivery envelope lay quietly inside. I tore it open. A photograph slipped out. It was a picture of my dismembered body. The timestamp showed tomorrow at 7:00 a.m. On the back was a single line written in fresh blood: "Next time, remember to pick it up on time." At that moment, the red indicator light on the hallway surveillance camera suddenly went dark. I looked up. From the ventilation opening in the exact same spot, a single eye was staring straight at me. The mole at the corner of that eye was identical to mine.