Getting sucked into a cliché romance novel was bad enough. Being forced to endure Stella-the "heroine" who refers to herself in the third person-is a literal nightmare. ​"Stella is hungry. Stella wants a shiny diamond!" For Lyra, a broke girl who just wants a decent meal and a nap, it's enough to make her blood boil. But every time she loses her temper and tries to "educate" the handsome Male Leads on why they're being idiots, they don't get mad. They just... stare. Apparently, a fuming, frowning Lyra is "adorable." ​When the story's "Villain" kidnaps her, Lyra expects a dungeon. Instead, she finds a mansion filled with her favorite snacks and a man who begs for her love while accidentally (on purpose) showing off his six-pack. ​The plot is broken, the Villain is a love-sick fool, and the "heroine" is coming to "rescue" her from the only place that actually has good food. ​[System Notification: Storyline Corrupted. New Objective: Survive 10 Worlds.]

Wattpad said "NOPE", no more new chapters in my first book. 😂 Apparently, it's too long already, so I had to create a new book to continue Ceres's story. Hahaha! So yes, this is the continuation! 🎉 📌 To all new readers: You really, really need to read the first book before this one, otherwise, nothing here will make sense. Like, at all. 😂 #CeresChroniclesContinue #TooLongForWatty #ReadBookOneFirst #TrustTheProcess

I died doing what I loved-chasing deadly viruses across war zones and jungles. I was a world-class infectious disease expert, emotionally detached but good at saving lives. My guilty pleasure? BL novels full of angst, smut, and emotionally constipated men. So when I died in a freak plane crash, my guardian angel gave me a choice. I asked to be reincarnated into one of my favorite BL novels. I did not ask to be reincarnated as the illegitimate daughter of the cold, ruthless CEO male lead-a man so awful he literally tried to buy the other male lead's body in chapter three. Now I'm a four-month-old baby in diapers with one goal: fix this terrible love story. To do that, I'll have to: Turn my emotionally stunted, power-hungry father into a decent human being Save the sweet second male lead from being trafficked and destroyed by plot And oh-be the world's cutest, smartest, most manipulative toddler along the way

After ending her life to escape relentless bullying and emotional exhaustion, a nameless girl awakens in the fragile body of a six-year-old noble child. But this isn't a second chance-it's a new hell. She has been reincarnated into the body of the West Duke's hidden daughter, a child locked away in the basement, neglected and abused by the very family meant to protect her. Isolated, bruised, and numb, she accepts her fate in silence. But fate shifts when the feared and mysterious North Duke visits the West in search of an heir. Amidst a sea of noble children, it is the broken girl with dead eyes he notices. Something in her stillness, her silence, her scars - calls to him. What follows is a slow-burning tale of healing, power, and the struggle to find a reason to live again - in a world both cruel and magical.

Ilia Andromeda was never meant to rule, only to serve. In her first life, she was the power behind the throne: the woman who used her family's agricultural might and political influence to elevate the Second Prince to the position of Crown Prince. Branded the other woman, whispered about as useful and disposable, Ilia learned too late that loyalty has no value once power is secured. When the crown was won, she was silenced. Betrayed, mutilated, and left to die by the man she helped ascend, Ilia's name was dragged through the streets as a villainess, an ambitious woman punished for daring to reach too high. But fate grants her a second life. Awakening years before her execution, Ilia abandons love, devotion, and illusion. This time, she will not raise a man to power. She will claim it herself. With cold precision, she begins to dismantle the court that once condemned her, manipulating noble houses, weaponizing public perception, and reshaping the empire from the shadows. There will be no romance to distract her. No mercy to weaken her resolve, no throne she will not take. Because if power is all that matters, Ilia Andromeda will ensure it belongs to her alone.

'Haven't you heard of it before? The favored hound of Prince Silas.' 'Rumors have it that his dog is the only thing the heartless prince cares about.' I am Rosalie, the feral hound of the prince. I am the evil villainess that everyone hates. Be it slapping people who dare to disrespect the prince, bullying my fellow servants who annoy me, to killing enemies for my prince. I am a villainess who uses the prince's status and power to do whatever I want. Everyone waits for the day I finally lose the favor of the heartless prince, so they can take their revenge on me. But will there be such a day?

SUMMARY: Viota Univers, Empress of Hartwood, stands at the edge of Silverbloom Hill, her once passionate love for Emperor Lucian Hartwood shattered beyond repair. For years, she devoted herself to him, enduring his cold indifference, his cruel words, and his unwavering faith in Irene Whitlock. Her love was obsessive, all-consuming, but it was never enough. The final blow came when Lucian accused her family of treason and sentenced them to death. He didn't listen to her pleas, didn't care for her tears-he had already given his heart to another. Alone, broken, and betrayed, Viota whispers her final words: "If there is another life, I will never love you again." And with that, she steps off the cliff, embracing the darkness. But the gods have been watching. A celestial force takes pity on her, granting her a second chance. She awakens five years in the past-before her engagement, before her downfall. This time, she vows that she will never love Lucian Hartwood again. ( If my story matches any other than I don't know because I felt like writing this story. This story may have a similar concept but I have taken the idea to write this story after reading many stories. So I have not copied my favourite novel is "The abandoned empress" and this story is similar to that)

I've been reincarnated into the very web novel I used to mock endlessly with my friends-and even in the comment sections. Who could blame me? It was the epitome of clichés: a forced marriage, endless misunderstandings between husband and wife, suffocating angst, the heroine's dramatic escape, and the inescapable regret of the so-called male lead. Predictable, frustrating, and utterly tiresome. Yet here I am, inhabiting the role of that very heroine in 'Husband Is Regretting.' My first priority? Divorce the walking red flag I've been shackled to. But for some reason, the more I ignore him, the more fixated he becomes. And if that wasn't confusing enough, a side character who was supposed to appear only once suddenly approaches me with a bold question: "Shall I be your secret lover?" What on earth is going on in this story? Owner of the cover X\@irt_5433

Adelaide Greyard was born cursed. Her crimson eyes marked her as an omen in an empire that feared what it did not understand. Though a legitimate daughter of a marquisate, she was unloved, unwanted, and quietly tormented her entire life. Weak, soft-hearted, and desperate for affection, Adelaide clung to the one man betrothed to her-only to be publicly humiliated, betrayed, and cruelly rejected. When the man she loved told her she was disgusting and pitiful, Adelaide chose death. But death was not the end. Reborn with her memories intact-and power already awakening-Adelaide laughs at the foolish girl she once was. This time, she will not beg for love or approval. Bound once more to the Aragon Dukedom, she makes a decision that shocks the empire: she refuses her former fiancé and instead asks to marry Kael Aragon, his uncle-a battle-hardened duke more than twice her age. Only then does Alexus Aragon begin to see her. The tears are gone. The weakness is gone. The woman who once loved him without restraint now looks at him with cold indifference-and it unsettles him. Attraction follows regret. Regret turns to obsession. For the first time, Alexus wants Adelaide... and for the first time, she wants nothing from him. He clings. He schemes. He tries to reclaim what he once scorned. But Adelaide does not turn back. This is not a story of forgiveness. It is a story of refusal. Of desire awakened too late. And of a woman who chooses herself-while the man who broke her watches her slip beyond his reach. Some loves are ungodly. Some regrets are eternal.

My Boyfriend seemed awfully close with his secretary and when I questioned him about it he sent me to work under a serial killer and told me to find evidence against him To top it off, he sent me to the city which gives me nightmares