She was an assasin an agent, or a puppet perhaps. She don't know what is emotions, she's like a robot that follow orders.. They said that she lived to kill. But she was killed because of knowing what is emotions. Perhaps now that she is reincarnated she'll know what love is. But she was a proclaimed trash of Zhong clan and now will be married of as the Main wife of the Cold blooded mysterious Duke and the crown prince of Feng Empire. --NOT YET EDITED, SO BARE TO IT (IF THERE IS ANY TYPO)--

Rei, a former samurai lieutenant is reincarnated into the body of an 8 year old, who happens to be the main villainess in a romance novel for foreign girls. A villainess destined to be executed by her fiancé the crown prince for cruelty towards the heroine of the novel. To avoid being executed she must to make allies among her enemies, get out of the heroine's way, and untangle herself from the poisonous intrigue of court the best she can in the role of a future courtier. However, the vaguely described backdrop said nothing about the conflicts building beyond the heroine's understanding, or that women weren't allowed on the battlefield. I am honestly left speechless. I am very touched and honored by all the attention, by all the sweet, beautiful and fun comments I've received over the last month, it's been truly amazing. To those who already enjoy it, I hope you will continue to do so. To those who decide to pick it up, I hope you have as much fun with it as I did!

Xie Jingchuan said: "My only wish is that you disappear from my sight forever". After five years of a loveless marriage, Song Youran became the person her husband hated the most. Then she did disappear, Everyone said that Mrs. Xie had tied herself up in a cocoon so that she would end up dead without anyone to collect her body from. However, as the past events unceasingly unfolded, he found out ...She had given him the purest liking at her best. She had once risked her life for him in the endless ruins.

The archaeologist "red-haired witch" made too big of a disturbance while excavating tombs, gloriously becoming a martyr in the midst of the grave chamber's collapse. Seventeen years later, she had transmigrated into the Five Regions Continent. The delinquent Meng Fuyao who struggled to survive in the lowest rungs of society, cast aside her boyfriend who was about to marry another person with a slice of his five fingers. "Believe me, she will be an absolutely perfect wife. With her by your side, you will be like an aristocrat and her luxury poodle - no matter where you go, your status will increase by a hundred-fold and complement each other perfectly." Forsaken love, abandoned like dog shit. From then on it was a boundless sky and open sea, a trek of ten thousand li. To obtain the Seven States seals, fight against the world first. For the hope of return in her heart, brazenly collide with the Machiavellian royalty of the seven states, uniting the outstanding and talented under the heavens through fortuitous meetings. And so, will this road of chanced affection go through the peak of heavenly mountains and the warmth of bonfires; the glint of sword shadows and the coldness of the glance backwards; the autumn sun's golden wind and the flying sweep of the robe sleeve; or that chilly moonlit forest and that sprint like an arrow's? Once love and that chosen, narrow path cross each other, which will prevail? She said, I can dedicate myself to you, but if you do not want my body of hot blood, then I must draw your blood. She said, the efforts of my entire life have run in the opposite direction of true love, so are the heavens laughing at me? Then I guess I can only laugh at the heavens. Three chi of torn silk, one zhang of spilt blood. A thousand li of expanded territory, ten thousand fallen corpses. One day the Luan and Phoenix will soar up with the winds, and Fuyao will rise straight up, ninety thousand li. (Not mine)

In the distant future there are two powers that control Merridian city. The first: A dictatorship known as the Silver Sun, whose militant soldiers enforce the law. The second: A crime lord known as Scorpion. She controls the entire black market, faction gangs, and every other killer for hire in the city. They are Division 52. When sudden and lethal attacks with Silver Sun marks start littering around the upper class sectors action must be taken swiftly. The chaos quickly climbs on both sides and tensions within sectors reaches its boiling point. But the game all changes when Scorpion discovers that the Emperor of the Silver Sun has a daughter. This girl is impulsive and illusive. Nothing of the pampered royalty that was first suspected. With different agendas and impossible backgrounds, the pair are quickly caught between wanting to kill one another and build something much more in the farthest depths of Merridian...

Brenda Barrett is not ready to die yet. There is still so much she wants to experience in life. She wants to grow old with the man who loves her, and have his children, and watch them grow up. Her wish is granted and she is given a second chance at life, but she is unprepared for the consequences. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sound familiar? That's because it used to be up on wattpad as 'Second Chances' by lanixo. Turns out lanixo plagiarized the story 'Second Chances', She copied the story Circle Dance (a General Hospital Brenda and Jax fanfic) which was written by Jan and claimed it as her own. She only changed the characters names. Circle Dance is also based on the original novels : That Other Katherine by Linda Lael Miller and On the Way to Heaven by Tina Wainscott DISCLAIMER: 1). This is not my story, I'm merely putting it on here since a lot of readers loved it when it was up as 'second chances', it's a good story that deserves to be read and not tucked away in a secluded spot on the internet. 2). ALL credit goes to Jan. Without further ado.... Circle Dance. Enjoy

Justin owns his own bookstore and just so happens to be a lonely Dom searching for an obedient kitten but when he mixes buisness and pleasure together things become blurred and secrets from the past begin to surface faster than he could have ever imagined. Sarah's life goal is to be a cosmetologist, but until she's able to build clientele and a name for herself, she's stuck working for men like Justin write. A hard ass with way too much time on his hands who also happens to be a work of art. When Sarah gets the opportunity to finally get a taste of forbidden fruit, she jumps at the opportunity.. little does she know just how sour fruit can be. Shout out to the cover designer: AdriellesilverX

Her heart was beating so fast and her stomach ached so bad. She knew this was it, this was her fate being sealed. " Zhulfah Bint Ilyas? " It would be weird to ask the Imam a question like " Hey look. There was a really nice old friend of my dad's pestering me to be his third wife and I didn't want to go to Ogbomosho and his proposal came along and everything kinda rushed from there, so does that mean I was in my sane mind when I said...yes?" Surely some level of insanity meant she wasn't sure, right? Must the question be a yes or no answer? Can't it just be a maybe? Something along the lines of ' maybe I'll marry him 'cuz my heart is kinda telling me to but my brain's answer isn't forthcoming?' Wait...does that even make any sense? " Zhulfah Bint Ilyas? " She hadn't had breakfast but she felt like she downed a whole packet of laxatives with the way her stomach danced weirdly. " Zhulfah... " " Yes! Yes! Yes! I do! I do!" She said a bit too loudly into the mic, and was instantly filled with regret. She heard her best friend chuckle lightly behind her and she wanted nothing more than to give her a good beating. She glanced over at her husband to be in a few minutes, and her face heated up when she caught him smiling amusingly. " I mean", She cleared her throat. " I do...accept him as...as..my husband." " Well, I think I'll have to speed up the event and legalize these two", The Imam joked and the whole congregation burst into laughter. Zhulfah's face warmed up several degrees, and she was so sure her face would be burnt before the end of that day with the way she was blushing to a severe degree. The Imam was still laughing, and she knew it won't look like a joke much longer if she had a scissors to his beard.