Jiwon Kang is suffering from cancer at only thirty-seven years old, but she believes she can get through it with her husband Minhwan and her best friend Sumin at her side-until she finds the two of them in bed together. The literal last straw is when Minhwan goes so far as to murder Jiwon without any remorse. So when Jiwon somehow opens her eyes and finds herself ten years in the past, she's determined to change her fate. But in order for Jiwon to avoid meeting the same dismal end, someone has to take her place. Jiwon sets out to forge a new future for herself and get revenge for the past by setting up her backstabbing best friend with her cheating husband. Clearly, they're a match made in heaven-or rather, a match made in hell. WARNING: This story contains depictions of serious or terminal illness, profanity, and strong language that may be upsetting for some readers. All Rights Reserved Written by Sungsojak.

Once upon a time, I was a bitch, I was a Mistress So what? What's this story about? Just read the Damn title. (book1 Rebirth of the Mistress) Advisable to read this first

He was the Moon's Dark Comet, and served Her anger. For the accumulated sins of our kind, he had been unleashed. I was an Oracle, the Balance-Keeper, to see that the Comet did not sway from its intended trajectory. We had always been these things, and we were those things before we were anything else. Complete trust and faith were for fools. /********* This is now a sample of a published book. *************/

They told me that it was my wedding day That I was going to marry the water god But I don't remember any of this The only thing I know is that I am Soah But is that even my real name? What was my life like before this? Did I have a family? Did I have friends? I ask myself this but I have no answers I have no memories I have no one -------------------- And I also own nothing lol

"Our next is a girl of eighteen summers. She has smooth, unblemished skin and has been schooled in the arts of love and seduction. But most of all, she is untouched." my auctioneer and captor said as he paraded me in front of the men. They eyed their fill of my body but they were forbidden to touch. "Bidding starts at two hundred pieces of silver." I was returned towards the stage as the men stated their prices. I was a rare commodity: a slave girl yet untouched, eighteen, fertile when the land has been struck with a plague that left women barren. The price for me reached eight hundred silver coins and many have already backed down. "Two hundred gold coins!" a man spoke up. It was he, the man who stared at me with passion and desire in his eyes moments ago. That was quite a sum for a slave! "Two hundred gold coins going once, twice... Sold to the King of Ivaris!" the auctioneer shouted. There it was. My fate was sealed. I am a love slave and it is just my luck that I am sold to the same cruel king that destroyed my kingdom. *A story of love, of gods and goddesses, of reincarnation and magic, intrigue and betrayal, of kings and war...*