In his previous life, Lu Yao only lived to the age of thirty-five, unable to come out due to family pressure and dying alone. When he opens his eyes again, he finds himself transported to ancient times, not only ten years younger but also with a husband who has broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and an eight-pack. Could there be such good fortune in this world? Just as Lu Yao is overjoyed, he notices that his husband's gaze seems particularly cold, even wanting to divorce him... Zhao Beichuan lost both parents and took on the responsibility of caring for his two young siblings. To provide for them, he agreed to a marriage arranged by a matchmaker. He didn't need his spouse to be beautiful; all he asked was that she be kind-hearted and frugal. The matchmaker painted a rosy picture, but turned around and found him a "flower pillow," someone who looks good but can do nothing else. On their first day of marriage, this person almost hanged himself from the beam of Zhao Beichuan's house. Later, Zhao Beichuan learned that this young man had a lover and didn't want to marry him, yet he had unwittingly become the one to break up a pair of ill-fated lovers. Forced marriages don't last, so Zhao Beichuan decided to let him go, but unexpectedly, this little creature wouldn't leave, always sneaking his hands into Zhao Beichuan's bed at night, saying, "Husband, let me feel your abs..."

World Traveler-Elliot No.2 The mansion was on fire. Everyone was safe. Or so I thought. beneath the mansion was the waterfall. everything fell apart. still, I couldn't help but grasp the shivering little boy next to me. It was the kingdoms neglected prince. But then we fell-plunging into the waterfall's abyss, my past erased the moment I hit the water. When we woke, we remembered nothing but our names. Not the kingdom we belonged to, nor the relationship we had. the prince grew up fine. But why am I surrounded by men-kings, princes, and warriors-each claiming me to belong to them, each willing to fight, kill, or betray for me? Are you telling me I am the dukes son, who went missing many years ago and lost his memories? The son, who had healing abilities? Is that really.....my identity? This world doesn't feel real... Wait. something is wrong here. This isn't my world. I am missing memories more important than those ones. Who am I? What am I? ... (cover is made by AI)

He was a modern etiquette professor-sharp-tongued, brilliant, and a little too sure of his composure. Then a falling flower pot ruined both his day and his century. Now Lan Ruochen wakes as the Second Young Master of a powerful noble house-pampered, envied, and absolutely unprepared for silk sleeves, ancient politics, and the thousand ways a bow can start a war. Armed with charm, wit, and dangerously good posture, he plans to survive court life one sarcastic remark at a time. But when a certain cold-eyed prince begins to take interest, the game of manners turns into something far more complicated- and far more personal. Complete

"Why?" Kyzzu's voice trembled as he spoke In His language, both from anger and the tears that still streamed down his face. "Why did you do this to me?!" Winston easily sidestepped Kyzzu's attack, his expression shifting into something cold and distant. Kyzzu's strength failed him, and he nearly collapsed, his body giving way to the weight of his emotions. He was such a fool, a stupid, mindless animal that only cared for himself and some foreigner. Renzi was right the whole time. A cruel smile twisted Winston's lips as he looked down at Kyzzu. "You really took our fling too hard." he said, his tone filled with mockery. "Get this straight, little boy, You were nothing more a means of information and a way to get laid in this jungle, Kyzzu. And besides, you were the one moaning and crying under me to release inside you, is this how you usually do for the men of this village?" Kyzzu's world crumbled as Winston's words hit him like a physical blow. He had been deceived, used, and discarded, and the realization of it tore at his heart. "I trusted you!" Kyzzu cried, his voice breaking. "You made me believe-" "Believe what?" Winston cut him off, his voice icy. "That you were special? That I actually cared about you? How naive. You were just something different, something exotic to keep me entertained. And for that you were at least worth something." Kyzzu dropped to his knees, the knife slipping from his hand as he wept. The betrayal was too much to bear. The man who had once made him feel valued, who had filled him with hope and longing, was now tearing him apart with every cruel word. Winston's laughter echoed in the stillness of the night, the sound devoid of warmth. "Pathetic," he sneered. "You're just like the rest of them-weak, Naïve and foolish." *** Enticing... have a read (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Ye Yang traveled through time to a country called the Holy Dynasty. But...who will tell him? What the hell is the male concubine? Looking at the feminine-looking and slender man in the bronze mirror, Ye Yang really felt like vomiting blood. Fortunately, among the misfortunes, the original owner failed in the fight for favor and was ignored by the emperor, which made Ye Yang feel a little relieved. As a straight man, he couldn't accept that his significant other was a man! So, he had nothing to do and spent all day working on various money-making models in his palace. Later, the tall and majestic young emperor said to Ye Yang: "Whatever you want, as long as you want it, I will give it to you." Ye Yang opened his eyes as bright as stars and said with a look of expectation: "Then I won't speak secretly, I just want two girls." So that night, Ye Yang was favored by the emperor... Ye Yang: ...

Taio Ru woke up in a beautiful bamboo forest. The sun shimmered as the light passed through the lushes emerald green bamboo. A babbling brook flowed at the side. Waking up Taio's first thought was, "Shit, why did reincarnation have to exist, just give me eternal nothingness. I'm F*** tired!" Marshal Jun De entered his restricted personal garden only to find a snake beastman lazily resting in his favourite spot. His first thought, "Is it an enemy?" With that thought he cautiously approached only to hear it say. "What do worms eat? Am I just going to starve to death? Whatever... ?"

Life has always been the same. Eat. Sleep. Work. Repeat. All this while, it has been a hustle. I thought that finally I can take a breather. Until.....(door bell ringing) I open the door and look at the guy standing there. He gave me a smile. He walked into my house like he owns it. But along with him, he brought fun, problems, danger, weapons, more work, tasty food and last but not the least love. My life had a new dimension with his entry. Solving problems was something I enjoyed, but this was a bit too hectic. And along the way I discover new things about this uninvited roommate of mine. This guy is freaking rich and doesn't even work but I always had my suspicion that he is a gangster. I just need to prove that as I solve all the mysteries that I am facing every day. At the end I finally find out who he is. He is thE NEXT HEIR AND THE CEO OF THE COMPANY I WORK AT ? HOW DID THIS HAPPEN ? You love someone not knowing who they are completely. But can you continue to love them after you find out the truth ? Find out if Joshua can still love Elijah after all that Elijah brought into Joshua's life. I don't know if the story is as interesting as it sounds, but it is good. Please do give it a read.

When cold-hearted CEO Leonardo Blackwell's only light is his five-year-old son, he never expects a chance encounter at the mall to change everything. Max, still heartbroken over his mother's sudden departure, finds comfort in a soft-spoken stranger-Emery Vale, a beautiful young man who looks eerily like the woman who left them. Desperate to soothe his son, Leo tracks Emery down and offers him a job as Max's live-in nanny. Emery, battling his own struggles and a life-threatening illness, reluctantly accepts-unaware that this decision will entangle him in a world of secrets, luxury, and dangerously growing feelings. But as Leo's cold walls begin to melt under Emery's gentle touch, old flames reignite-Vanessa, the ex-wife who once used him, returns to claim what was never hers. With public scandal, emotional wounds, and a viral photo that threatens to unravel it all, Leo must decide: will he fight for the man who taught him how to feel again, or lose him to the chaos?

Nishant, a brilliant electrical engineer, has just graduated from India's most prestigious institute, IIT, and secured a dream job with the highest package at a leading multinational electronics firm. Behind his ever-present smile lies a lifetime of pain - an orphan, and at 6, adopted by a loving couple, only to lose them in a tragic car crash when he was fourteen. Left with only his adopted younger sister Nidhi who is 12, Nishant finds strength in caring for her and in the one lesson his late mother always repeated: "Never lose that smile." Enter Vishal - the enigmatic, fiercely driven CEO of the very company Nishant joins. Born into wealth but determined to carve his own legacy, Vishal built his tech empire from the ground up. Charismatic and commanding, he's used to control, precision... Though surrounded by luxury, Vishal's world is grounded in loyalty. He grew up in a rare kind of family setup - three best friends who built homes side by side and raised their children as one big family. Supportive, loving, and tightly bonded, their households are filled with warmth, laughter, and shared memories Their first meeting is anything but ideal. Sparks fly, but not the pleasant kind. In a workplace powered by ambition and innovation, these two opposites clash - hard. Yet underneath the friction is something volatile, electric... irresistible. As emotions surge and secrets unravel, both are forced to confront their pasts, their desires, and the truth about the connection that refuses to be ignored. What happens when a self-made CEO and a sunshine-hearted engineer are thrown into a storm of attraction, tension, and truth? A story of love, longing, found family, and the voltage of emotions too powerful to resist.