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The Game She Played
Fantasy The doctor's words echoed, a distant hum, yet crystal clear: "Congratulations, Mrs. Prescott, you're pregnant!" My husband Ethan beamed beside me, his grip on my hand tightening, a wide, genuine smile lighting his face – the kind of pure joy I hadn't seen in far too long. He pulled me into a hug, his voice booming with happiness that filled the sterile room.
But a cold dread pierced me, deeper than any clinic air conditioning. This exact moment. I remembered it.
In my last life, this pregnancy, this supposed joy, became the very weapon they used against me. Chloe, Ethan's first choice, the woman he was supposed to marry, had returned. She feigned concern, using her 'wellness expertise' facade to get close. She then whispered poison in Ethan' s ear, painting me as a burden, before orchestrating my 'accident' – a fall that led to the tragic loss of my child, and soon after, my own broken, wasted death. I could still hear Chloe's voice, soft and venomous, as I lay bleeding: "You were always beneath us, Ava. Just in the way."
That memory burned, a raw wound in my soul. The sheer injustice of their cruelty, the depths of their betrayal, still sent ice through my veins. How could I have been so naive, so easily discarded? The confusion, the despair from that past life resurfaced, potent and suffocating.
But this time, I was ready. The knowledge wasn't a shroud, but a shield. I blinked, forcing a fragile smile. My new goal was clear, etched in the pain of my past: survive, protect my child, and utterly destroy them. The Alpha's Rejected Mate: Awakening The Secret White Wolf
Werewolf For three years, my family's merchant wealth filled the empty vaults of the Obsidian Pack. I was their Luna, bleeding to keep them afloat.
But my Alpha mate, Xander, spent my gold on his childhood friend Serena, while his mother secretly fed me Wolfsbane mixed with silver dust to destroy my fertility.
They drained my private dowry to buy Serena a mansion and plotted to kill me so she could take my place.
When I suffered a severe hemorrhage from their poison, Xander's mother locked my door and priced a cheap pine coffin for me.
Even when I risked my life to save a royal pup and got crushed by a burning silver beam, Xander only rushed to comfort Serena's fake tears.
"Look what you are doing! You are cruel, Wynne."
He used his Alpha Command to force me to my knees, accusing me of bullying a sick orphan while my own flesh was melting from the silver.
I didn't marry up; I bought him. I gave them everything, but they treated my life like worthless dirt to make room for his true love.
I finally realized that this mate bond was nothing but a rotting chain around my neck.
When the Supreme Luna asked what royal grace I desired for saving the pup, I dragged my bleeding, ruined body to the center of the hall.
"I ask for permission to reject my Alpha, Xander."
I spoke calmly, ready to tear down his pack brick by brick. I Was Kidnapped, He Married His First Love
Romance When the kidnapper pressed a tactical knife to Falon's throat and demanded a one-million-dollar ransom, she was certain her fiancé would pay.
Instead, Jerod's annoyed voice echoed through the speaker. He was busy cutting a cake with his fragile, manipulative mistress, Abby.
"Do whatever you want with her," Jerod told the thug. "I am done."
The call disconnected. Left to die, Falon was injected with a lethal black-market aphrodisiac. She fought her way out, escaping into the freezing rain, and threw herself at the mercy of a stranger in a black Maybach. That stranger was Bell Farrell, a ruthless billionaire and Jerod's biggest corporate rival. To survive the burning drug and shatter the memories of her fiancé's betrayal, she gave herself to the devil that night.
The next morning, Falon woke up in a stranger's bed, staring at her bruised skin. For four years, she had endured her abusive family's cruelty, watching them treat her fake, adopted sister like a princess while using Falon as a corporate pawn. She had compromised everything for Jerod, only to be thrown away like garbage.
Why did she have to suffer while the people who destroyed her played the victims?
Falon took off her five-carat engagement ring and threw it in the trash.
She put on a sharp black suit and crashed her family's elite ballroom gala, ready to burn their high-society facade to the ground. The Villainess Stepmother's Ruthless New Life
Modern I woke up with a splitting headache and a pinstriped lawyer shoving a contract in my face, demanding I sign away my rights to the Sterling estate. My husband, the billionaire Arthur Sterling, had been missing for three months after a plane crash, and everyone assumed he was dead.
The lawyer sneered, threatening to leak compromising photos of my "shopping trips" if I didn't accept a measly fifty-thousand-dollar settlement. That was when the horrifying reality hit me: I had transmigrated into the body of Gloria Peck, the gold-digging villainess of the novel *The Sterling Legacy*.
In the original story, I signed the papers, abandoned Arthur's children, and ended up frozen to death on a park bench after the family's eldest son, Jones, grew up to destroy me. But my current reality was even more desperate-I discovered I had five million dollars in gambling debts and debt collectors who didn't take "no" for an answer.
Signing that paper wasn't a fresh start; it was a death sentence. Jones, Arthur's fourteen-year-old son, sat in the corner of the office, watching me with a hatred so cold it felt like a physical weight on my skin.
I realized that if I followed the script, I would die. If I played the victim, I would die. I was trapped between a predatory legal team, a vengeful stepson, and a mountain of debt that fifty thousand dollars couldn't even begin to touch.
How could I survive in a world where I was the most hated woman in the city, with a bank account that held exactly five hundred dollars and a target on my back?
I didn't pick up the pen to sign. Instead, I slammed it into the mahogany table, piercing the heart of the agreement.
"This contract is garbage," I told the stunned lawyer.
Just as I prepared to fight for my life, the office door swung open, and Arthur Sterling-the man the world thought was dead-walked back into his empire, his eyes locking onto mine with terrifying intensity. The script was officially broken, and I was just getting started. His Betrayal, My Beautiful Rebirth
Modern I was the secret girlfriend of rising political star Kellen Jefferson, and the sacrifice he made thirty-eight times to appease his manipulative sister, Cherrelle.
Her cruelty escalated from ruining my career to pushing me off a stage, breaking my wrist. Kellen covered it up.
He chose her again when she pushed me down a flight of stairs, covering up the attempted murder. He chose her when he publicly kissed her after she framed me for stalking.
But the moment that truly killed my love was when I was abducted. I called him, begging for help. He never answered.
Later, I saw the video: he watched my call come in and, at his sister' s urging, let it go to voicemail. He abandoned me to die.
After escaping with my life, I disappeared.
Two years later, he saw my face on the cover of a magazine-a celebrated artist with a new life and a new love. And he finally understood what he had lost. Love's Shadow, A Billionaire's Tears
Mafia He broke my heart ninety-nine times, but it was the last one that finally killed my love for him.
At his family's party, his new girl theatrically stumbled, pulling us both into the pool. My heavy gown dragged me down, and I gasped for air, reaching for him.
But he shoved right past me. He saved her.
Through the chlorinated water, I heard his voice, sharp and clear for everyone to hear. "Your life is no longer my problem."
The world went silent. My love for him died in that pool.
But the final humiliation came a week later, at a high-stakes poker game. He kissed her in front of everyone, a brutal, public execution of my worth.
Then he looked straight at me, his voice booming across the silent room. "She's a much better kisser than you ever were."
Later that night, I overheard him talking to his second-in-command. "I'll keep her around long enough to make Ellie jealous. Give it a few weeks. She'll come crawling back, begging me to take her back. She always does."
My love, my pain, my heartbreak—it was all just a game to him.
So I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I went home, opened my laptop, and applied to a university in New York. This wasn't a threat. This was a burial. My Fairytale Was A Cruel Lie
Young Adult I was the scholarship kid at Westbrook University, dating the star quarterback, Gage Barton. Everyone on campus thought I was living a fairytale, the brilliant girl from the wrong side of the tracks who had captured the prince's heart. My roommate, Cayden, was my best friend, the one I trusted with all my secrets.
But my fairytale was a lie. My prince was a cruel narcissist who saw me as his pet project, and my best friend was a snake who secretly slept with him, seething with jealousy over everything I had earned.
Their betrayal culminated in an act of pure evil. Using my own laptop, Cayden permanently deleted my entire thesis-one hundred and twelve pages of research that represented my only ticket out of their world. My future was gone in a single click.
When I confronted them, they laughed. "It's just a stupid paper," Gage sneered, accusing me of deleting it myself to save face. They stood together, a united front of privilege and cruelty, believing they had finally broken me.
But they were wrong. I calmly walked over to Cayden's desk, where her own laptop was open, her final project displayed on the screen. Next to it sat a full glass of water. I picked it up and poured it directly onto the keyboard.
The screen sparked, then went black.
As she shrieked in horror, I repeated his words back to her, my voice cold as ice. "It's just a stupid project. Why are you making such a big drama out of it?" Reborn Without Sarah
Romance My wife, Sarah, always had a radiant smile, bright and flawless, just like the diamond necklace she wore. Everyone at the party, celebrating the pinnacle of my architectural career, saw us as the perfect couple, living in a stunning penthouse. But beneath the facade, a chilling rot was eating away at our foundation.
Two weeks ago, hunting for a charging cable in Sarah' s car, I stumbled upon a burner phone. It lit up, revealing not just flirtatious texts, but explicit photos and mocking conversations between my beautiful wife and my ambitious mentee, Alex. They called me "The Old Man," a relic to be managed.
The discovery was a physical blow, turning my decade-long marriage into a carefully constructed lie. Every shared glance, every subtle touch between them became a dagger. I saw Alex meticulously undermining me, charming clients, systematically taking over not just my marriage, but my entire company. The pain of betrayal was excruciating, but the calm that settled over me was even more terrifying.
How could I have been so blind? How could the woman I built a life for, the man I trusted like a brother, conspire so intricately against me? The architect in me, trained to see structures and systems, knew one thing: this wasn't just an affair; it was a planned takeover.
So, I gripped the cold metal railing of my penthouse balcony, the city lights blurring below. I wouldn't just leave. They wouldn't find me. I would disappear completely, to die and be reborn as someone else, someone who didn't remember the name Sarah. And my final design would be my escape. His Unwanted Wife, Her Unspoken Sacrifice
Sci-fi The morning after my wedding, I found myself in a cold interrogation room.
My beautiful white dress was gone, replaced by a gray jumpsuit that felt rough and alien.
My new husband, Ethan, looked at me like I was a monster, shattering the dream we'd built.
They accused me of murdering his entire family at our wedding brunch, a twisted nightmare beyond comprehension.
I knew the truth, but I couldn't speak, bound by a terrible secret that protected him.
But then, Ethan strapped me to a terrifying memory-reading machine, broadcasting my deepest secrets to the world.
He believed it would expose my guilt, confirming the monstrous betrayal he saw in me.
He didn't know it would rip open a decade of manipulation and unveil the real killer, destroying the very foundations of his life.
He demanded the truth, but what if the truth was far more horrific than any lie? His Thoughts, Her Weapon
Young Adult The familiar AP Computer Science lab hummed, a painful reminder of last year's public humiliation.
My innovative app, once celebrated, shockingly showed abysmal results, while my boyfriend Ethan and Brittany unveiled an identical project, claiming victory.
My mentor' s disbelief, the principal' s shame, and my parents' crushing humiliation broke me.
Accused of fabrication, I spiraled into a dark, isolating breakdown.
Now, back in the lab for senior year, the wound still fresh, Ethan sat beside me, his voice a disarming lull.
Then, a thought, loud and sickeningly clear, echoed in my mind: "Keep coding, Maya! Every line brings me and Brittany closer to that MIT scholarship! Haha!"
My blood froze; this wasn't clairvoyance, but a chilling memory of his internal monologue, played just for me.
My dream, stolen by them, confirmed by his own mind - how was this possible?
The origin of this bizarre ability didn't matter; knowing the truth, I suddenly had a second chance.
They' d made their move, but they had no idea who they were truly dealing with this time. The Heiress Who Rose From The Ashes
Romance I loved Blake Vanderbilt with everything I had.
He was my world, and when he told me about his rare, career-ending nerve condition, my heart truly shattered.
The experimental treatment was $80,000, a fortune for a struggling songwriter like me, but I would do anything.
So, I sold my father's most treasured possession, a vintage 1959 Gibson Les Paul, the last piece I had of him.
Handing over that guitar felt like losing a piece of my soul, but it was for Blake, for us, for our music.
Days later, bringing him cookies at his upscale clinic, I overheard voices from a half-open door.
"Can you believe she actually sold it?" Chloe Astor's mocking laugh cut through me.
Then Blake's voice, clear and strong, "Eighty grand, straight into my account. Paid for this lovely clinic visit, and Chloe's new demo."
My blood ran cold.
They had laughed about my sacrifice, my tears, and planned to play a video of my heartbreak at a party – my birthday party.
The cookies clattered to the floor, my world crumbling around me.
He was healthy, radiant, and everything had been a lie.
The betrayal knocked the air from my lungs.
How could someone I loved so deeply be so monstrously cruel?
Weeks later, after being publicly humiliated and assaulted by Chloe's friends, waking up in a hospital bed with stitches in my head, I received a cryptic text.
It was from a lawyer, informing me that my long-lost grandfather, a legendary music mogul, had just passed away.
And he'd left his entire multi-million dollar estate to me. The Sterling Legacy: Toy's Love, Lily's Voice
Billionaires My older sister just married a rich man, Jim Sterling.
I’m an 8-year-old girl who can’t speak, suddenly flung into a world of grand mansions and glittering parties.
But this supposed fairytale quickly turned into a profound nightmare.
Adults whispered "charity case" behind my back.
Girls at school sneered "mute freak," and one even tried to exploit my stepfather’s generosity for her own father’s business.
My new step-grandmother, Marian, saw me as nothing but an obstacle, actively plotting to drive my sister and me away.
She even manipulated my biological father, a terrifying ghost from my darkest past, into a chilling encounter, hoping to prove I was "unsuitable" for this new life.
Why did everyone see my silence as a weakness, a flaw?
Why was the cruelty so relentless?
My voicelessness had always made me a target, and now the malicious whispers threatened to drown me entirely.
But then, an unexpected truth began to emerge.
My stepfather, Jim, stood firm as my unwavering protector, publicly claiming me as his daughter and establishing a trust fund in my name.
My step-siblings, initially distant, slowly began to rally around me.
And the terrifying plot orchestrated by Marian was exposed by Jim's relentless investigation.
Would I remain a silent victim, forever defined by my past trauma and the cruel words of others?
Or could I, the 'mute freak,' finally find my voice, not just in whispers, but in a roar that would redefine my future and claim my true place in this world? The Man Who Valued Money Over Life
Romance For seven years, I was with Blake, my ambitious Silicon Valley boyfriend. He told me he was building a dream, always "testing" my independence to prove I was with him for love, not money. I believed him, working tirelessly to pay my equal share.
Then, my mom got critically ill, needing a $2000 scan so urgent it couldn't wait for insurance. I begged Blake for a loan, promising to pay him back, stressing it was a matter of life and death. He coldly refused, hid behind his "principles," and dismissed my desperation as a "test" of my resilience.
Three agonizing days later, my mother died.
Amidst my grief, a sickening truth began to unravel. Blake wasn't a struggling founder; he was a silent multi-millionaire, secretly lavishing gifts worth hundreds of thousands on another woman. I found texts where he mocked me to his friends, calling my plea a "handout" and my situation "desperate."
How could the man I loved and supported for seven years be so monstrous? How could he let my mother die over $2000 he casually spent on jewelry? The betrayal sliced deeper than any knife.
But the final twist was the cruelest: Blake secretly owned the coffee shop where I worked for minimum wage. Not only that, he had been systematically diverting my earned bonuses—including a $2000 payment right when I needed it—into his own private account. The money I had *earned* for my mom’s life, he had stolen. That day, my grief turned into an ice-cold rage, and I knew exactly what I had to do. The Voiceless Victim's Vengeance
Modern My life was a symphony, building to a crescendo with the "Tomorrow's Country Star" finale.
I was Emily Carter, a singer-songwriter on the cusp of realizing my dreams, my heart entwined with Jake Myers, a music producer, and the creative force behind my most personal work, "Heartland Echoes."
Then, in a shocking betrayal that ripped my world apart, Jake, along with his 'college sweetheart' Brittany Sloane, presented *my* masterpiece as hers on national television.
The internet screamed "Plagiarist!" and "Fraud!" as my reputation crumbled to ashes.
The public crucifixion that followed was a living nightmare; the shame coiled around me until I couldn't breathe.
My parents, heartbroken and broken by the endless harassment directed at me, withered away, leaving me utterly alone before I, too, succumbed to the despair and the dark.
From that desolate void, I was forced to watch my betrayers prosper.
Jake and Brittany thrived, building their careers on the bones of my tragedy, even laughing about "Emily Who?" in the privacy of a hot mic.
To be reduced to a meme, to die knowing they got away with it, to watch them celebrate their sordid triumph – the injustice was an acid in my soul, fueling a rage beyond measure.
But fate, it seemed, wasn't done with me yet.
One blinding moment, I was back, returned to the critical juncture before my public downfall, grasping a second chance, and armed with a terrible knowledge: a medical diagnosis that, in my previous life, had seemed a curse, but was now the key to my twisted opportunity.
This time, I would sacrifice my voice for vengeance, and the narrative would be entirely mine. His First Love, My Son's Grave
Fantasy For years, I, an Apache Spirit Guide, brought blessings to the Maxwell ranch, transforming its barren soil into fertile land through ancient ways.
My marriage to Ethan had sealed a sacred pact, and our son, Kay, was a vibrant symbol of this union, his laughter echoing through the canyons.
Then, Sophia Kincaid, Ethan’s past love, reappeared.
She claimed to be pregnant with his child and, manipulated by a shady psychic, demanded Kay’s sacred turquoise amulet—a protection blessed by my elders—to ensure her baby’s “destiny.”
Ethan, blinded by Sophia’s charm, violently ripped the amulet from our five-year-old son’s neck.
Kay died that night, bleeding and gasping in my arms, while Ethan, oblivious to his son's violent pineapple allergy, entertained Sophia.
My grief was absolute, yet for him, it was merely an inconvenience.
Publicly humiliated, forced to drink a vile potion stealing my fertility, my hands brutally broken by Ethan himself, I wondered: how could the man I loved, the father of my child, descend into such monstrous cruelty?
Lying broken and bleeding in the dust, the man I married abandoned me.
But as darkness threatened to consume me, my ancestors whispered, igniting a new fire within.
Now, I, Wind Walker, have returned to my people, ready to embrace my true power and witness the Maxwell legacy crumble, just as Ethan’s soul did. You might like
After My Death, I Became A Genius
Cerise R. Wood Veronica Demoore was the girl everyone despised.
Mocked for her weight, humiliated for her grades, and crushed beneath a brutal home life, she lived every day as the target of ridicule-until the day she couldn't bear it anymore.
The world thought Veronica died that night.
But when she opens her eyes again. someone else is looking through them.
Savanna.
A woman once raised in the shadows of a powerful organization. A genius trained to survive, manipulate, and dominate. In her previous life, she had wealth, intelligence, and strength. In this one, she has none of those things-only Veronica's broken body and shattered reputation.
But weakness is temporary.
Bullies who once laughed at Veronica soon discover the girl they tormented is no longer the same.
Her mind is sharper. Her gaze is colder. And the quiet girl they used to push around now carries a dangerous confidence.
As Savanna begins transforming Veronica's life piece by piece-losing weight, exposing enemies, and rising to the top of the school-the truth behind her rebirth slowly unfolds.
Because Savanna didn't die by accident. And the people who killed her are still out there. This time, she won't be their victim. This time- she's coming for everything. Marked by the Monsters I Created
Lila Maya Cross woke up in a nightmare-trapped in the body of a sadistic villain who'd tortured five powerful beastmen into submission.
Good news? She finally had the power to break their bonds and set them free.
Bad news? They were stranded on a dying ship surrounded by Zerg swarms, with zero rescue coming.
The first was Caleb, a snake beastman whose red eyes burned with pure hatred. Every time he looked at her, she saw the memory of chains and venom extraction.
The second was Finn, an aquatic beastman whose scales she'd ripped off one by one. He could barely stand to be in the same room without his hands shaking with rage.
The third was Sage, a griffin beastman she'd tormented so badly he barely went a day without fresh wounds.
The fourth was Hunter, a lion beastman she'd mocked relentlessly, calling his beast form hideous and grotesque.
The fifth was Jasper, a fox beastman whose face she'd scarred so badly he'd lost his consortium inheritance.
"Protect me until I find my father," Maya told them, drawing her own blood, "and I'll give you what you need to break our bond."
Caleb laughed bitterly. "Since when do you make deals instead of demands?"
"Since we're all dead if we don't work together."
But when survival depends on trust, can a torturer become a savior-or will her victims choose revenge over rescue? Apocalypse Rebirth: My Gold-Eating System
Quye Xiaofang She died in the apocalypse-betrayed, abandoned, and torn apart by the infected.
Then she woke up. Two months before the end of the world. Twenty-two years old again. And on her wrist, a wooden bracelet that her mother had left behind.
The bracelet came with a system. A system that eats gold.
With enough gold, she can unlock infinite storage for food, water, weapons-anything she needs to survive. The super-hurricane, the floods, the insect plagues, the volcanic winter, the scorching heat... she knows exactly what's coming.
While the world sleeps, Joanna shops. She drains her aunt's bank account, maxes out every loan she can find, and buys out half the city. The apocalypse is coming. She'll be ready.
But when the chaos begins, the wolves come crawling back-relatives who sold her, friends who betrayed her, a father who abandoned her. They want her food. Her water. Her mercy.
Joanna has a different plan.
"Why don't you decide who dies first?" Reborn A Dazzling Girl
Kirk Akcay Emberly, an esteemed scientist of the Imperial Federation, took her own life after completing important research.
She was reborn, and just like in her first life, she was born into a wealthy family.
She could’ve lived a carefree and prosperous life. However, the babies got mixed up in the hospital and she was taken home by another family from the countryside. Her foster parents later found out the truth and brought her to her real family, but they didn’t like her. Her evil adopted sister even loathed her. She was framed and ultimately, she died in prison.
But in her next life, she refused to stay a coward and swore she would take revenge on all who wronged her. She would only care about those who were truly good to her and turn a blind eye to her heartless family.
In one life, she had once experienced darkness and been trampled upon like an ant. In another, she had stood on top of the world. This time, she only wished to live for herself.
As if a switch had gone on inside of her, she suddenly became the best at everything she put her mind to. He won the math contest, topped the college entrance exams, and solved an age old question... Later, she garnered countless scientific research achievements. People who had once slandered her and looked down on her cried bitterly and begged her for a patent authorization.
She just sneered at them. No way!
This was a world without faith, but the world put their faith in her.
Austin, the heir to a powerful aristocratic family in the imperial capital, was cold-hearted and decisive. He scared anyone who laid eyes on him. Unbeknownst to everyone, he doted on one woman: Emberly. Nobody knew that his desire for her grew stronger with every passing day.
She brought light to his originally dull and gloomy life.
My Vengeful Husbands Demand A Remarriage
Zhao Da I survived ten years in the apocalypse, only to transmigrate into the body of the most despised woman in the Galactic Empire.
When I opened my eyes, I was holding a bloody whip, straddling a beastman husband the original owner had just tortured.
The mechanical system in my head immediately issued a death sentence.
"In two months, your trial marriage ends. Your six abused husbands will be legally permitted to tear you apart."
The original host was an absolute monster. She beat them, starved them, stole their meager military stipends for luxury goods, and even sent two of them to a deadly alien warzone just to impress her high-society friends.
Now, I was left with her massive debts, a blocked power core, and the terrifying reality of six powerful, vengeful beastmen plotting my murder in the basement.
I inherited all her sickening sins, and the crushing weight of their justifiable hatred felt like a suffocating nightmare.
How was I supposed to survive when the people I lived with were just waiting for the legal countdown to snap my neck?
But an apocalypse survivor doesn't just roll over and die.
I pawned the original's useless designer bags, bought the highest-grade nutrient solutions, and called my would-be murderers into the living room.
"I know you hate me, and you have every right to," I told them calmly.
"We are getting a divorce." Useless Female? All The Alphas Want Me
Scrap Lullaby After transmigrating into a doomed novel villainess in the werecreature universe, who was destined for exile and death, Ella refused to follow the script.
Since the real heiress would return in two years, she prepared early-gathering money, allies, and powerful supporters. One by one, she rescued the discarded men of the heroine.
There was the abandoned werewolf, half-dead in his cage. She claimed him without a second thought.
Then came the broken healer-disfigured, depressed, his mind warped by years of family cruelty. She pulled him from the wreckage.
And the poor little thing treated like a wallet by the heroine, a pawn by his own family. She took him in anyway.
But things spiraled out of control. The "useless" princess everyone mocked awakened as the empire's only SSS-ranked female-and suddenly, every powerful werecreature wanted to stay by her side forever.
When the real heiress finally came back, she was floored. Not one of the men she'd been eyeing could even come close to the mates of that so-called "useless" Ella.
Surrounded by the mates she'd collected along the way, Ella let out a long, tired sigh. "I think I've bitten off way more than I can chew!" After Rebirth, The Strongest Beasts Are Obsessed With Me
Alibi Elena died on the operating table, betrayed by her husband, her unborn child already gone.
But death? Just her intermission.
She woke up in a whole new world-a beastmen's world, where females are rarer than diamonds and the strongest males go mad without a woman's mark to calm them down.
And her?
Labelled the weakest female alive. An F-rank body with a joke of a status.
But hidden inside? Unlimited mental power.
Just as she's figuring out this mess, a system pops up with one hell of an offer:
Complete the missions. Bond with assigned males. Save this world.
Do all that, and you get a one-way ticket back home. for revenge.
Sounds simple? Think again.
A Wolf General, colder than a blizzard, who should have ended her-ended up letting her mark him.
A Fox Prince, all charming smiles and secret schemes, who started playing games only to lose his own heart.
A golden Dragon, sunshine-bright and fiercely possessive, who declares her his destined treasure.
A shadowy Serpent, too patient and too dangerous, watching her every move from the dark.
A Phoenix King, whose love burns so hot he'd reduce empires to cinders for her.
They all need her mark. They all want her.
And sharing? Not in their vocabulary.
Too bad for them-
She's not here for love stories.
She's here to survive.
To climb.
To turn their legendary power into her own stepping stones.
And one day.
To go back and make her betrayers wish they were never born. Shocking Vengeance: War Goddess Returns
PageProfit Studio Once the cherished heiress of the Douglas family, she lost everything when her parents were brutally murdered and she was framed by her own blood. Labeled a criminal, she was cast into prison with no one to trust and nothing to her name.
Six years later, she returns-not as a broken woman, but as the Scarlet Valkyrie, the deadliest warrior in all of Juzora. Her aim is flawless, her signature weapon Manjusaka strikes without mercy, and her name alone sends tremors through the underworld.
With one hand, she saves her ailing grandmother with the precision of a master healer. With the other, she takes down Draco City's most ruthless criminals. But her true purpose is vengeance. Every debt owed, every wound inflicted, every lie told-she will settle them all, with interest.
The war goddess has returned. And the ones who wronged her are about to learn what it means to face the wrath of a legend. Healing My Seven Broken Beast Mates
Rabbit My retirement was finally approved, and I was supposed to be sipping drinks on a sunny beach.
Instead, a cold system voice forced me into a nightmare scenario: "Cursed Mates Who Want Me Dead." I woke up in a stinking cave, trapped in the body of a psychopathic tribal princess.
The memories that flooded my brain made me sick. The original owner of this body had forcibly marked seven of the continent's most powerful beast-men and reduced them to tortured pets. She had ripped the shimmering scales off Jordi the Merfolk prince, gouged out a proud wolf-man's power crystal, and snapped an eagle-man's magnificent wings.
Now, Jordi was a mutilated, terrified mess hiding in a corner. He was so traumatized that he tried to slit his own throat just to escape me. His sister was actively trying to assassinate me.
To make matters worse, the system warned me that if I didn't heal these seven ticking time bombs, my soul would be erased. Yet the future timeline clearly showed that these men would eventually unite, burn my tribe to the ground, and dismember me alive.
I was paying for a monster's sins. Every time I tried to show mercy, they thought it was a sick new torture method. Words were useless, and my very presence was a trigger.
But I am a Tier-S operative, and I don't play the victim. I forced the system to unlock my powers and strapped on my tactical gear.
"Stay here and don't starve."
I left the trembling Merfolk behind and walked into the deadly primitive forest, heading straight for the powerful Oasis Tribe to take back his stolen scales by force. 
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