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A car accident leaves me unconscious for a full three years. When I wake up, my family bursts into tears of joy. They care for me with the utmost attention. But from their behavior, I sense something is wrong. There are women's clothes in the house that don't fit me. My mother's shopping cart is filled with mysterious baby items. My father's friends send congratulatory messages about a new child, and my husband is always working overtime. When my husband once again leaves me alone under the pretext that there is something urgent at the company, I secretly follow him. Inside a warmly decorated house, my parents and husband sit around a table. A woman who looks almost exactly like me is holding a baby just a few months old, gently coaxing the child to call my husband "Daddy".

After my husband, Matt Blanchard, dies in a car accident, I choose to not keep up my act anymore. Not only do I toss my in-laws' clothes out of my house, but I also snatch their assets, which they have accumulated for decades, from them. Because of me, my in-laws are forced to roam the streets and scavenge for food as homeless people. Still, I ignore their plight. My relatives and the entire Internet curse me out for being heartless. As always, I ignore their comments. When my in-laws collapse on the streets from their illnesses and starvation, I celebrate their misfortune with fireworks. No one knows that I've already been reborn a long time ago. There's even a video clip stashed in my phone, featuring Matt, who's supposedly dead, tumbling in the sheets with his first love, Laura Donnelly, in the Nali Islands.

Clara stood in the middle of the glass room with her transparent clothes, holding back her embarrassment while trying to cover her body with both hands. There were cheers from outside the glass room and naughty looks from the hungry men. "1 million," "5 million," "7 million," Everyone placed a bet on Clara at a fairly low price, tears kept going to roll down Clara's rosy cheeks. Her body was almost shaky and she couldn't meet everyone's eyes, she was like a kitten amidst a hungry lion. "50 million," A man's voice that surprised her made their eyes meet. A most dangerous mafia chief raises his betting cards and shocks everyone. Steven looked at Clara with a grin, as if he was ready to eat Clara alive. His eyes were sharp like a wolf's, and it was him.

Ruby Becker suffered greatly after her mother's death. Even Harper Scott, her childhood best friend, gradually pulled away, treating her like an enemy. One day, messengers from the Moonshadow Pack announced that the Silvermoon Pack had to send them a pure-blood descendant as collateral for an old debt. Initially, they were reluctant to send Ruby, being the only pure-blood descendant. However, because Alpha Dexter Valmont demanded it—and he was a cold, ruthless Alpha—Madison Becker didn't dare object. Initially, Ruby Becker thought this was her death sentence when she was brought to the Moonshadow Pack. Alpha Dexter, known for being cold and deadly, would surely kill her outright. However, one day after her arrival, all the rumors seemed to unravel when Alpha Dexter removed all of Ruby's clothes and discovered numerous scars and wounds covering her body.

Five years ago, Stella escaped the very pack that should have protected her but instead wanted her dead. Rejected by her mate, Silas, and framed for a crime she didn’t commit, she fled with nothing but the clothes on her back and a newfound power that terrified everyone—including herself. Now, living in the human world, she’s tried to leave the past behind. But when Silas shows up with an impossible revelation—no one in their pack has shifted since the night she left—Stella is forced to confront the truth. The pack believes she’s tied to the curse threatening to destroy them. With enemies closing in, Silas asking for her help, and unwanted feelings rising from the dust, Stella must decide: can she trust the man who betrayed her, or will she watch her old world burn to the ground? This time, she holds the power—and she’s no longer the girl who ran.

Yasmine is a simple village girl who is a little different from everyone else. She doesn't like her proper place as she would rather train to fight like a warrior than wash smelly, dirty clothes or be locked away in a kitchen somewhere like the other girls. Every five years, her village is invaded by what the Elders refer to as the beasts. They ransack everything and kidnap a selected few of the young villages that have just reached or are about to reach their eighteenth year. No one knows what happens to them as they were never seen again. How will Yasmine react when the beasts come for her and the Alpha of the beasts claims her as his own? With human hunters roaming the woods, Rival Packs wanting revenge, Friends and Ex-Lovers causing trouble, Will they overcome each obstacle that is thrown at them and come together as one? Or will they be torn apart??? ** Warning ** This story contains some violence, mature language, and mature scenes. Please read at your own discretion.

“You wear my mark,” the Alpha King growled, fingers tightening around Nyra’s wrist as the bond flared painfully between them. “But you are not my mate.” Across the hall, the woman beside his throne smiled, her borrowed bite glowing faintly against her skin, while Nyra’s shadow burned beneath her clothes, answering a call no lie could silence. Nyra Vale was cast out as a wolfless omega, betrayed by her lover, erased by her pack, and condemned for a mark she never meant to wear. But the bite on her shoulder belongs to Rhaegon Ashmoor, the Alpha King who claimed her in darkness… and was deceived into crowning another. As a false Luna ascends the throne, the real mate awakens something ancient and forbidden within Nyra, an inheritance powerful enough to shatter kingdoms and drive an Alpha mad with hunger. A stolen mark. A hollow bond. And a mate who refuses to kneel.

Calvin walked unsteadily towards Emily with a sly grin. A faint smile remained on his lips until Calvin stood right in front of Emily. "Is there something wrong if I change clothes in my own room?" Calvin stopped right in front of Hasna without breaking their eye contact at all. "After all, we are husband and wife, it's fine for me to be naked in front of you, right?" Calvin teased as he pried open Emily's hands which were still covering her face. "I'm not ready yet, Calvin, will you shut up your finches first?" Emily demanded, still keeping both hands covering her eyes. "Hahaha, this is Emily's eagle, not a finch," Calvin corrected because he felt insulted if the heirloom weapon he had carefully guarded for 29 years was called a finch. "Come on, open it! Take a look at my eagle!"

Two months remained until debut evaluation night. Before our unit performance, our main dancer suddenly offered me her center position. I stared at her, confused, "The trainers always praise your stage presence. Why give up your spot?" "You... you deserve center more than I do." Her smile was painfully forced, and she was fidgeting with her practice clothes - obviously not saying what she really felt. Puzzled by her strange behavior, I asked, "Are my moves too big? Am I making it hard for you to perform?" She suddenly started shaking, looking at me with pure fear in her eyes. After what felt like forever, she finally choked out, "Please, just stop. I won't try to compete with you for center anymore!"

There's trouble in the knight's household when a golden necklace worth billions of dollars is stolen by one of the house maids. In the quest of finding it, Lucas Knight finds something extremely terrifying. A shrine made specifically for him. It contains items like his pictures, clothes, his used tooth brush and even strands of his hair. It seems like Lucas Knight has a crazy admirer. Stalking Lucas Knight became Vivian Addams job the moment she set her eyes on his gorgeous face. When she is given a job as a maid in the Knight's mansion, she believes that heaven is helping her. Besides, it's not like he can ever find out right? WRONG. NOTE: The people, activities, and places in this narrative may be implausible because it was written for comic relief. If any of the characters behave in a way that is comparable to SpongeBob SquarePants, feel free to chuck your phone into the ocean.