After transmigrating into a historical novel, Wen Mian expected at least a decent role. Instead, she became a low-ranking palace maid. Other maids read their masters' expressions and survive through clever schemes. Wen Mian, however, only stares back blankly. [Why are you looking at me? I didn't do anything.] Fine. If she couldn't play palace politics, she would simply endure her years of service and leave the palace at twenty-five. That was the plan. Until the emperor suddenly chose her to be his personal maid. Serving the emperor is like serving a tiger. On her very first day, Wen Mian had already begun composing the epitaph on her future grave. *** Emperor Zhaoyan has a secret. Since ascending the throne, he has been able to hear the thoughts of everyone around him. Ministers plotting rebellion. Consorts smiling while hiding daggers. Endless schemes echo through his mind every day, making the Forbidden City colder than ever. During a harem interrogation, he prepares to expose the guilty- Until a different voice suddenly appears in his mind. [Why are you still looking at me? Never mind... I'm hungry.] [I want red bean milk rolls... roast duck... roast goose...] Emperor Zhaoyan: ... In the cold palace, this one girl's chaotic thoughts become the only warmth he hears. And this time, he refuses to let her go. *** (Mini Theater) Wen Mian expressionlessly pulls her hand out from beneath the apricot-yellow silk quilt. Her hand is... wet. Emperor Zhaoyan's voice turns hoarse. "Since things have come this far, you belong to me now. You cannot leave the palace. My beloved, stay here with me. I will never mistreat you." Wen Mian glares at him. "Your Majesty... are you trying to steal someone's future wife?"

I died... ...And woke up as Kyla Thornevale-the hated villainess destined for execution in the novel How to Snag a Prince. Everyone in the world despises me: my father, my brother, and all of high society. Armed with the knowledge of every betrayal, every death flag, and every tragic ending, I have one goal: survive. The crown prince-my future executioner-glared at me like I'd offended the gods. The cold knight refused to remove his weary, suspicious gaze from my face. And the aloof court mage, whom Kyla once tormented as a child, threatened to imprison me the moment I stepped out of line. At the royal ball where Kyla's downfall was supposed to begin, changes began to happen, but not in the way I had thought or expected. Even the heroine-supposed to be bright, kind, and beloved-kept framing me for things I never did, twisting every gesture into another accusation. And now I'm trapped in her body, dodging punishments I don't deserve and death flags I didn't earn. I reincarnated as the villainess. But I refuse to follow the plot- even if the plot refuses to let me escape.

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. That was what they whispered about me. My mother was a dancer who seduced an Emperor to survive. I was the ignored princess who seduced a Prince to steal a throne. I thought I was the heroine of a romance novel. I thought if I smiled enough, schemed enough, and loved him enough, I would get my happily ever after. I was wrong. My sister was the beloved Cinderella. The Crown Prince was her Prince Charming. And I? I was just the wicked stepsister who got in the way. My reward for stealing the male lead was a hellish marriage, a cold bed, and a lonely death. Now, I have returned to the beginning. I'm done chasing fairytales. I'm done trying to be someone I'm not. This time, I won't go to the ball. I won't wear the glass slipper. I will just fade into the background and disappear. Or so I thought. "Careful, Your Highness." On the balcony where I tried to hide from the world, a hand caught me. It wasn't a Prince. It was a Knight I had never noticed before. I wanted to retire from this fairytale, but it seems the story isn't done with me yet

In a world swallowed by chaos and monsters, twenty-year-old Elara Wynn bound with a mysterious system that grants her a supermarket - a safe haven surrounded by a glowing shield where the air is clean, food grows, and danger cannot enter. Determined to bring life back to the wasteland, she rebuilds, farms, and decorates her little shelter, waiting for survivors to find her. As Elara welcomes her customer and resident, her humble supermarket begins to evolve into something more - a refuge, a home, and perhaps the spark of a new beginning in the apocalypse. But beyond the safety of her barrier, the world still burns - and every visitor could change the fate of her fragile paradise.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to wake up in a body that wasn't yours? I can't say that I had ever given it much thought. That was until one night when a patient entered the ER where I was working at and shot me point blank in the head. You know, if he wanted a second opinion, all he had to do was ask. But that's besides the point... Some how, some way, I work up in a strange hospital with a woman that looked suspiciously like my mother holding my hand and crying. Over joyed to see her, it took me a few minutes to realize that I was no longer the 25 year old, successful doctor at one of the most prestigious hospitals in the world. Nope, I was a much, much younger... You might know me as the Healer, but this is my story to tell. WARNING!!! This will turn into a reverse harem where she does not have to pick. Mature Content, Trauma, and Vulgar Language on Board. PS. You don't need to read "Apocalypse: Third Rebirth" to understand this story. But still recommended to read it 1st, before this. For those who already read it... The "Ranch" you all looking for in that story will be explain here. Enjoy!

✖️RATED✖️ > She wasn't supposed to be summoned-just a drop out student and a tired fast food worker dragged into a fantasy world by mistake. No blessing. No hero's welcome. Just a strange power to clone anything she remembers... even from Earth. Thrown aside as useless, Akairah will rise as the one thing this kingdom never expected: a game-changer.

When she woke up, it wasn't to the sound of beeping hospital machines or the worried voices of her family. No, she woke up to the smell of damp soil, the distant howls of wolves, and the murmurs of a crowd. Something was wrong. The people surrounding her wore ragged, animal-skin clothing, their faces solemn, their eyes filled with something she could only describe as pity. "She survived the fall," someone whispered. "The gods have chosen her," another murmured. Then, a booming voice declared, "Prepare the sacrifice. Tonight, she becomes the bride of the cursed Alpha." ...What. Her mind blanked. Bride? Cursed Alpha? And that's when it hit her. She knew this story. This world. It was an ABO novel. A trashy, over-the-top novel she had skimmed once for fun, where wolves and vampires ruled, and a terrifying, cursed Alpha-also the villain-was doomed to die alone. Except now, she wasn't just a reader. She was inside it. And worse... she was the mentally retarded village girl destined to be sacrificed to the villainous Alpha. Her second death might come even faster than the first. ____ ctto of the cover photo used:3

Li Jade was a force to be reckoned with. one of the top business women in the world haven't reached the status of a self-made trillionaire at the age of 27. with a new project on its way for the year 2024 and knowing for fact the things were about to change what she wasn't expecting was to fall asleep and wake up in a romance novel. Waking up in a carriage as the side character of a romance novel her dear friend had been reading was the last thing she expected. now she was on her way to the Palace. haven't got her father's wishes of marrying a wealthy man instead to try and become a female official. Jade now Daiyu was going to be in for quite the bumpy ride if anything she remembers was going to go even remotely as planned. Come on this journey with us. see how our modern day businesswoman makes it as she tries to climb up the ranks and go from a middle class maiden to the future emperors right hand woman. while avoiding conflict and anything that could probably spell her immediate Doom.

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗴𝗼 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝘆 𝗮 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗯𝘂𝘀. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝘂𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗺 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂..... 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗱𝗱 𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀. 𝗦𝗼 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲, 𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀. 𝗢𝗵,𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲. Arts do not belong to me. I refer them for Pinterest. Yandere behavior is toxic. By any means I do not condone such behavior. This book is meant for entertainment purposes only.

🦋🔪━ ❝ 𝐒𝐀𝐘... 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄?? ❞ ༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶ Dying from an accident on her way home, Amera was given a second chance in life. Reincarnating into a new life, she was reborn into a lavish lifestyle as the daughter of a wealthy household. Amera, distracted by the lavishes around her, hadn't realized something quite sooner. She wasn't simply reborn into any little wealthy girl's household. Except for one of a Mafia. Not just any Mafia, but one of the five biggest terrifying Mob organizations in a 𝐁𝐋 (Bᴏʏs' Lᴏᴠᴇ) tragic 𝐑𝟏𝟖 novel she's perusing. Where the main leads must face horrific events to stay alive throughout the remaining story. However, now she has possessed Roselyn Bleubellé Del Lobélia. The worst character to possess in her eyes. ༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶ ❝ 𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐊! 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐈'𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄, 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄! 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓!! ❞ (╯ಠ益ಠ)╯彡┻━┻ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥:『 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 』: ¡AN ORIGINAL STORY! + ¡COVER EDITED BY ME! ¡REWRITTEN VERSION! ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ © -𝐁𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐄𝟎_𝟎