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I'm reincarnated a week before the college entrance exam. Despite being the soon-to-be top scorer, I stab my eye with a syringe. In my past life, Marianne Quentin, my boyfriend Lance Russell's childhood friend, reported me for cheating off her during the final mock exam. The teacher compared our papers and found that my essay was identical to hers. He harshly criticized me and warned me not to repeat my mistake. However, Marianne reported me for copying her answers again during the math exam. Once again, my answers were found to be identical to hers. The teacher scolded me for being incorrigible and sent me home to reflect on my actions. I couldn't understand what had happened. Clearly, I'd never cheated, but my answers were nearly identical to Marianne's, whether in writing and language or in math. As the SAT exam loomed over me, I could only suppress my doubts as I stepped into the exam hall. I finished the writing paper and thought I was safe. However, Marianne stepped out and accused me of cheating again. I tried to defend myself, yet the answers on my paper were identical to hers. In the end, I was disqualified, kicked out of the exam hall, and banned from taking any exams in the next two years—just because I "cheated". I succumbed to despair and leaped from the rooftop. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to one week before the SAT.

"Rather than serving you, I prefer to die." The Outsiders have been subjected to the oppression of the king's soldiers for centuries, especially during the annual Purge, where every fifteen-year-old person - now an adult - is kidnapped. Ystal is only a child when, during his tenth Purge, is bought by a mysterious man. He says his name is Sylien and that he is an Alchemist, the only known survivor of a population that has now been destroyed. He claims to be looking for an assistant, and that Ystal is the right person. Through mysterious spells, ancient books of lost history and unknown feelings, Ystal will make a journey, in search of true freedom, against a tyrant who, for years, has reigned supreme.

Gigi is an awesome ballerina who has been in-love with a dashing male ballet dancer named Adam for as long as she can remember. When it seems that fate is finally uniting them, Gigi gets her heart brutally crushed as her crush falls for her best friend.When she meets Malik, she immediately falls for his good looks especially his captivating amber eyes. While she thinks it is nothing more than a crush, Malik is convinced that they are meant to be. Slowly, their romance starts to kindle and Gigi falls head over heels. But things are getting rocky for the couple as her ex-bestfriend, Cleo becomes her rival and Adam is asking for a second chance. How will she get herself untangled from the love triangle? Will she and Cleo ever patch things up?

The Black Jackson (a dance god) gets shot by unknown gun men, An ex-convict mother covers up the crime of her only daughter, A young Brooklyn dancer faces the fears of her life as she gets locked up in the nightmares of a mysterious man in the mirror. The story revolves around a young Fatherless Arlington girl[Melina Sparks] who gets involve in the murder of a very important man and had to flee the United States for London while her mum Taylor Sparks, an ex-convict who gave birth to her daughter while in jail not wanting her to experience the same kind of life she went through covers up the crime for her only to get sentenced this time to a life in prison in place of her daughter. While in Merton, Melina not only falls in love with the man of her dreams but also comes across her biological Father for the first time, who opens up his wide arms and takes her in under his roof, but unlike her mum, He wanted her to return to her first love and passion, dancing.

For the Black Cove pack fighting is a way of life, kill or be killed. When it comes to she-wolves, they are absolutely worth fighting and dying for especially since they are so rare. What would it take for you to find the love of your life? To what lengths would you be willing to go? At a time when females have gone into hiding, when many are too terrified to be discovered, many have lost touch with their other half. Many don't even remember or realize they are wolves. But one pack is willing to risk it all to ensure the survival of their species. Black Cove does not operate as a normal pack, they make their own rules. As former rogues, they forge their own path, at all costs. This is their story of the fight for survival, and their undying drive to find their true loves, their true fated mates. Excerpt: “Werewolves,” I said, in a whisper. No, they don’t exist!! They can’t! My mind raced to some of the books I’d read, movies I’d seen. All the things that go bump in the night your parents warn you about. But come on, werewolves??

I am the hated true daughter of my family. One day, I was kidnapped along with my sister. The kidnappers cut off a section of my finger and sent it to my parents. But they just thanked God that the kidnappers had not cut off my sister’s finger. They deciphered the hint from my sister and alerted the police, but the kidnappers learned about it. To protect my sister, they told the kidnappers that I was the one who revealed the address to them. Because of it, I was tortured to death while my sister was saved. Oddly, when my parents found my mangled body, they broke down and said that they were going to make my sister and the kidnappers pay.

I was sitting at the police station. My landlord scolded me harshly and pointed at my nose. Out of nowhere, my mother called and berated me mercilessly. “Chloe went to your place and disappeared! Did you lose her?!” “I know you’ve had grudges against me and your brother all these years, but how could you take it out on your niece?” In my previous cycle, when my mother told me Chloe was missing, I panicked and searched for her everywhere. Instead of helping, my mom and brother’s entire family dragged me to court without hesitation. I could not understand it. Chloe disappeared on her way to my place. How was that my fault? I begged the police to clear my name and review all the surveillance footage in the city. But the footage showed Chloe arriving at my door that day, and I opened the door for her. After that, she was gone, as if she had vanished into thin air. I stared blankly at the footage of her hopping cheerfully into my apartment. I had no way to explain myself. My sister-in-law lost it. She was convinced I had killed Chloe and threw boiling oil at my face in a fit of rage. I ended up in the hospital. I was disfigured and completely crushed, both physically and emotionally. No matter how hard I tried, I could not recall ever opening the door for Chloe. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Chloe disappeared.

Albert Meyer, a former fixer of a large underground crime syndicate, wants his name cleared from the roster. He can achieve it on the condition that he has to do one last job for his foster father. He contemplates the choices he has to make and it was going well—until someone dies on his watch. Now he has to make sure no more deaths occur as he tries to choose between his emotions or duty—even as an incoming Wedding threatens to put his mind into discomposure.

I was the real heiress in a case of a mistaken identity. Three months after my return, the imposter heiress disappeared.   My brother, Caleb Carter, accused me of jealousy, believing I had driven the fake heiress away. The disappointed look on my parents’ faces revealed their true thoughts.   I was confined in the basement, subjected to daily torture.   Even after my death, my family donated my brain to a research institution.   Later, I watched from heaven as my family broke down upon watching my memories.

À quatre mois de grossesse, mon mari, obstétricien, m'a accompagnée pour récupérer les résultats de l'examen prénatal. Son sourire s'est figé en voyant le rapport, et il m'a forcée à avorter. Je suis restée stupéfaite : le médecin traitant venait pourtant de dire que le bébé était en parfaite santé ! J'ai libéré mon bras et l'ai interrogé : « Pourquoi avorter ? » Il n'a pas répondu, mais a pris rendez-vous pour l'avortement. Voyant que je voulais m'enfuir, il m'a agrippé le bras : « C'est absolument impossible de garder cet enfant ! » Protégeant mon ventre, j'ai vite appelé mes parents, eux aussi obstétriciens. Mon père, qui m'a toujours chérie, a levé le poing pour frapper mon ventre. Ma mère, le visage terrifié, a secoué frénétiquement la tête : « Non, ça ne va pas. » « Enfermez Amélie avec quelques hommes. » Je ne comprenais pas pourquoi ils voulaient supprimer mon bébé ainsi. J'ai tenté de m'enfuir. Mais ils m'ont enfermée dans une pièce sombre. Voyant le sang couler, j'ai su que mon bébé était perdu. Ma mère est venue me chercher en souriant. Je l'ai suppliée de m'expliquer pourquoi ils m'avaient fait ça. Sans répondre, elle m'a envoyée dans un hôpital psychiatrique. Je suis morte après d'innombrables souffrances dans cet hôpital. En rouvrant les yeux, j'étais de retour au jour où nous devions récupérer le rapport prénatal. Mon mari m'a souri : « Chérie, c'est notre premier enfant. J'attends avec impatience le jour de sa naissance. »