Coral Levia
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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.
Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter
Lian Shuang Mo Xuetong has lost everything. Her mother, her child, even her servants, have been killed. Betrayed, disfigured, and alone, she dies trying to destroy the people who deceived her… …and wakes up as a child again. Given a second chance, she vows to make things different. This time she will not be a naïve child. This time she is beautiful, cold, and willing to do whatever it takes to get revenge. But her plans are disrupted when she uncovers a thirty year old conspiracy that changes everything. Will she still be able to change her fate? And even if she does, will her new fate be any better, or will her hunger for revenge destroy her? From Death to Divorce: Her Rebirth
Gavin A sharp pain shot through my head, pulling me from a deep darkness. I opened my eyes to my luxury penthouse, but I shouldn't have been there. I remembered dying.
The memory was cold and sharp: my protégé, Dustin, sold me out, and my husband, Graves, watched our company crumble, leading to my fatal heart attack.
Then, Graves appeared, his charming, empty smile unchanged. But he wasn't alone. A young woman, Alex Salazar, stood behind him, clutching her cheap handbag. Graves introduced her as an intern, saying she had nowhere to stay and would be living with us. My eyes fell to her neck, where a dark hickey was partially hidden.
The date on the nightstand confirmed it: I had traveled back in time to the exact day Graves brought Alex home in my previous life, the beginning of my long, painful nightmare. Last time, I had screamed and thrown things, starting my humiliation.
A strange calm washed over me. I had been given a second chance, not to win him back, but to escape.
"Of course," I said, my voice even, "The poor thing. We should take care of her." Graves looked surprised, then relieved. He thought he had won. "In fact," I continued, pulling out divorce papers, "I'll make sure she's comfortable. You just have one small thing to do for me." I wanted the Malibu property. "Give me that, and I'll walk away quietly. You can have your new life. You can take care of this... orphan." The Company's little.
Cendrillon1996 Talia works in a company, it's a secret matching companies, they are known for BDSM matching, you can find your future submissive from any kind, training courses, clothing, toys, and anything you want or imagine. They had a special way to discipline their employees, every time you did a mistake your supervisor would spank you.
She saw many things, she saw all kind of BDSM relations, in one impulsive moment she decided to tries what she works in, and who else is better than her own friends to try with. That left her with a traumatic experience, she hate everything related to BDSM and being submissive, she's neither, and if she could afford leaving this whole place she would.
Marco, he's a daddy dominant, a trainer, and recruiter, he had his eyes on a special girl in his workplace, he knew she's a little even if she didn't yet. He wants her, but is he too hurt and traumatized to accept what he have planned for her.
This is my way to deal with my depression, read it if you want, I'll be grateful for you.
This is a DDLG/ABDL/CGL story, you've been warned.
Apologies for any misspelling and grammar mistakes. No Love Left for Her
Gavin The first gunshot was a flat, ugly pop.
It wasn't like the movies. It just sounded wrong.
I looked up from my SAT prep book, but my sister Sarah didn't even flinch.
My heart hammered against my ribs.
I knew this sound.
I knew this exact moment.
In my last life, this was when I grabbed Sarah, screaming for her to run.
The second shot came, closer.
I dragged her under the table, promising to protect her.
The shooter found us anyway.
I felt the searing pain in my shoulder.
But my focus was on Sarah, bleeding from a bullet to her abdomen.
I called my mother, Dr. Olivia Vance, the world-renowned neurosurgeon.
"Liam? What is it? I' m busy," her voice was clipped.
"Mom, it' s Sarah! She' s been shot! At the school library, there' s a shooter!" I yelled.
"Don' t be ridiculous, Liam. Stop trying to get attention with these sick jokes. I' m on my way to the beach with Ethan."
"It' s not a joke! Mom, please! She' s bleeding, she needs a doctor, she needs you!"
But the line went dead. She had hung up on me.
Sarah died in my arms, waiting for an ambulance that came too late.
My family never forgave me.
They looked through me, not at me.
Olivia painted me as the monster.
"He was jealous of her," she' d said. "He probably distracted her, kept her from hiding properly."
They believed her.
They always believed her.
They ostracized me, the son who failed to save the perfect daughter.
A few weeks later, my mother found me in the kitchen.
Her eyes were hollow, dead.
She held a syringe.
"It should have been you," she whispered. "It' s all your fault."
She plunged the needle into my neck.
The world went dark.
And then I woke up.
I was back in the library, the SAT book open to the same page.
Sarah was across from me, alive.
The date on my phone confirmed it.
It was the same day.
Then came the pop. The first gunshot.
This time, I looked at Sarah.
I saw the daughter our parents adored.
The girl who got everything while I got scraps.
The centerpiece of the family that cast me out and left me to die.
The memory of my mother' s dead eyes, the cold prick of the needle, flooded my senses.
The choice was not a choice at all. It was survival.
A second shot, closer this time.
Sarah finally looked up, eyes wide. "Liam? What was that?"
I didn' t answer.
I didn't grab her hand.
I didn't scream for her to hide.
I stood, my chair scraping loudly.
I turned my back on her.
And I ran.
I pushed through the heavy library doors just as the first real screams echoed down the hall.
I didn' t look back.
This time, I would not be the hero.
This time, I would save myself. When Love Turns To Ash
Gavin For love, I walked away from ancient power, trading immortality for a quiet life with my wife, Seraphina, and our daughter, Willow. We lived simply, off the grid, far from the world I once protected.
Then came the nightmare. A chilling premonition: Willow in agony, Julian Thorne's smirk in the shadows, and Seraphina, my wife, turning away. I knew I had to go back to the world I'd abandoned – to Seraphina' s opulent Sterling Order, to reclaim my lost power, my Heartwood Staff.
But instead of understanding, I found a stranger. Seraphina, cold and distant, dismissed my warnings, believed Julian's lies, and allowed him to frame me. My daughter and I were thrown into a desolate prison, starving, defenseless. My wife, the woman I sacrificed everything for, watched, indifferent.
I thought my heart was broken then. But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared me for the moment Seraphina, my own wife, raised an arcane device and aimed it at our daughter. Willow' s scream still echoes in my soul. Her eyes… blinded by her own mother' s hand.
In that instant, lying broken and helpless, something awakened within me. Not the man I tried to be, but the ancient Guardian I was always meant to be. The Solstice Gala is tomorrow. I' m coming back for my reckoning. And this time, she won' t turn away. The Queen They Discarded
Gavin For years, I lived a quiet life as Sarah, deeply in love with Beau Harrison, tirelessly helping him and his brother Clay rise through the ranks.
I poured my heart into a protective Woven Ward for Beau, believing we were building a beautiful, shared future towards our sacred Haven.
My Cinderheart sister, Ashlyn, found her own love with Clay, and our gentle Shadowfox, Whisper, curled at our feet, a constant comfort.
Then, a knock on the door shattered our world into a million pieces.
Clay stood there with a smug Crystal Thorne, his voice chilling as he callously abandoned Ashlyn.
Crystal brazenly demanded Ashlyn's very essence, her Spirit-Spark, for her own selfish ascension.
But the true horror struck when she casually confessed they' d already murdered Whisper, harvesting his spark for Crystal' s gain.
Ashlyn' s raw scream tore through the cabin as untamed flames erupted around her, shedding her disguise like a burning cloak before she rocketed away in a desperate escape.
My heart was a burning stone of grief and rage.
Moments later, Beau arrived, his face a stranger' s, summarily dismissing our love as he told me I was too "gentle" and "unambitious" for the Haven.
He stood there with Crystal, expecting me to hand over my own Spirit-Spark after witnessing my beloved sister' s torments and our innocent pet' s murder.
How could they be so utterly blind, so incredibly callous?
They saw only Sarah, the soft woman they thought weak and easily discarded.
They had no idea I, Scarlett, held the keys to the very divine realm they craved, no idea about the Guardian Spirit they had just so heinously betrayed.
But their triumph would be short-lived, their stolen glory a trap.
A cold resolve solidified in my core; my own vengeful plan was already set in motion.
With a feigned, heartbroken resignation, I handed Beau the Woven Ward again, knowing it was now not a gift, but a tether ensuring their destined fall.
"Oh, I' ll be there," I whispered, as Sarah was irrevocably gone, and Scarlett, the ancient Guardian, returned, ready to make them pay. His First Love, My Son's Grave
Gavin 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. They Chose Wrong: The Trailblazer's Triumph
Gavin My eighteenth birthday. Our small living room felt heavy with Mother Brenda' s looming expectations.
On the mahogany table, two lockets gleamed: the silver "Trailblazer Charm" and the dull gold "Wallflower Charm," said to shape destinies.
"Jessica is destined for great things," Brenda announced, pushing the Trailblazer toward my older sister.
In my first life, I meekly chose the Wallflower.
Jessica became a shining tech star, but ambition and betrayal tore her apart, dead before thirty.
My Wallflower life was a quiet whisper-unremarkable, a "manageable" wife in my wealthy husband's shadow.
Then, Jessica' s dying breath whispered a terrible truth about the Wallflower' s hidden power. Her warning painted a target; the same opportunists found me. My quiet life ended with a brutal, sudden stop.
I' d believed the Wallflower offered refuge, an easy existence. Instead, it delivered manipulation and an invisible death. It was a gilded cage.
The injustice burned fiercely. Was this cherished "charm" truly a curse, a deceptive lure for us both?
Suddenly, my eyes snapped open.
The oppressive living room, my eighteenth birthday, the lockets still gleaming.
Brenda's familiar favoritism began. But this time, Jessica' s greedy gaze was fixed on the Wallflower. She remembered too.
This choice wasn't about destiny-it was about survival. This time, I' d rewrite our story. 
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