The Tyrant's Rebirth
In her time, Abigail was an empress known for ruling harshly, to the point of being considered a tyrant by the nobles. She conquered entire kingdoms, unifying the continent, and ruled with resolve until the end of her days.
But something incredible has happened, Abigail has awakened in a completely different world and in a body that is not her own, but whose owner was a victim of the evils of those she trusted. However now, with the tyrant occupying that body, those who seek to destroy her will pay dearly, because the tyrant, she does not forgive.
The Villain's Wife
Lucie reincarnated as Noelle, who is forced to marry the villain and loses her life tragically, now Noelle must find a way to survive, maybe by becoming strong and perhaps taming the villain...
The Reason for My Torment
Katy is a 19-year-old who lived in an orphanage until she turned 18. Now working as a waitress, she meets Sebastian, a wealthy CEO, while serving at his table with his friends. Unaware that Sebastian had bet his friends he could win her over and bring her into his world of wealth for six months, she falls into a relationship with him and ends up pregnant. On the day she planned to tell him about the pregnancy, she discovers the truth about the bet...
Between Quiet Heartbeats
The rain had a way of softening everything,the noise, the sharpness of the world, even the distance between people and Aerin sat by the tall library window, watching droplets race down the glass as if
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BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER
HIS LITTLE BUNNY Jimin got no response because his brother was standing still! "Heyyyy! Kim Taehyung! Why are you standing here ? What do you want idiot? " jimin asked being annoyed Thats when T
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BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER
THE FIRST MEET! "Hyy! My bun ! Please be strong okay? There's many people who have not soo good intention you have to be strong and protect yourself okayy? I can't come with you ! Sorryyy!" A man s
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Sweetest Lies
Genre: Dark Romance / Toxic Love / Psychological Chapter 1: The Lie That Felt Like Love Rain traced slow lines down the café window, blurring the world outside into something soft and distant—almost
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