Su Qinghe, a homebody and lazy woman, has reborn and became a rural girl in the 1960s. In order to survive, Su Qinghe can only continue to complete tasks and become a qualified little army wife. Ding... After completing the cooking task, get 1 point of cooking skill. Reward a pound of pork belly. Ding... After completing the sewing task, get 1 point of sewing skill, and reward one foot of cotton cloth. Ding... Su Qinghe's life motto: it's just hard but it's not impossible!

"I only wanted to watch the story unfold... not become part of it." One morning, I awoke not as myself, but as a minor side character in my favorite novel-the quiet daughter of a Count destined to fade into the background. My plan was simple: stay out of trouble and enjoy the view as the heroine and her destined lover blossomed before my eyes. But fate had other ideas. The cold, dangerous Crown Prince-the very villain fated to bring chaos-set his sights on me. Now, instead of peacefully watching the love story I once adored, I find myself trapped in a dangerous game of obsession, desire, and a future that was never written in the book.

They once called her the Mad Dog of the South - the spoiled, short-tempered daughter of Duke Mortane. Feared by nobles, hated by the people, and foolishly obsessed with the Crown Prince who never loved her. Betrayed by her uncle. Framed by a false saint. Abandoned by the man she destroyed herself for. She died cursing her own foolishness... until the gods granted her one final mercy- to return to the past, one year before her ruin. This time, she'll play their game with her eyes open. She'll protect what's hers, crush those who deceived her, and rise from the ashes of her former self. Because this time... the villainess doesn't seek redemption-she rewrites her story.

2 years is short... 2 years is long... Days pass like years. Years continues on for eternity. Do you still remember the promise? This is a continuation of the Rebirth of Fa Wei Lan. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Volume 2 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

A scientist, Duan Yixin, transmigrated into another world. She possessed the body of a sixteen-year-old girl but had not inherited any of her memories. With a broken marriage engagement and no money in her hand, she only wants to earn money peacefully. It's a pity that fate always plays tricks on people. When she thought she could finally live peacefully, she discovered that this world was not as simple as she thought. The man she rescued was the notorious ruthless general, and the woman who stole her ex-fiancé was the female protagonist of this world. She looked up at the sky and asked, "God, are you kidding me?" A few years later, on their wedding night, she stared at him and said seriously, "General, I'm not your white moonlight." The man lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Mhm, you are not my white moonlight, you are my life."

I am dying - it was inevitable. The poison given to me over the course of several months have spread throughout my veins and seep through my bones. I was alone. There was not one single person to hold me, to comfort me, or to cry for me... I am all alone... NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

"Commander Zhu is Sulin's benefactor." The little girl held out the pendant and handed it to the man who saved her life. "Currently, Sulin currently has no power or skill to return her benefactor the same favor he have given her. In the future, use this pendant to enter Lei Valley. No matter what is asked, Sulin will fulfill her benefactor's request." WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

"For loving you, I felt abandoned." Upon learning that Caliere Mezor, her fiancé, despises her until her execution, Vestia Monsiore, an abandoned princess of the Dukedom Monsiore, had been given the opportunity to relive her life the second time around. Just when she thought that she would be able to rewrite her past mistake, she discovered that there are hidden mysteries surrounding the empire, like magic, experiments, family traditions, and wars. She needed to find a way to make the right choices and live a peaceful life the second time, or all her beliefs, choices, and plans would be for nothing. "Please don't fall in love with someone else, Vestia." *** Original Story Date Started: 08/23/23 *** - Promises Arc (Series #1) This will determine Vestia's friends, the promises they made, and how some of them will break those promises. (Major Spoiler? I hope not...^-^) Oh, and I would also like Caliere to pay for his sins, but this arc wasn't enough, right? ^-^ You can also comment below who you want to be the male lead, and you can explain why you chose them. Feel free to, I'm just a reader of comments and a liker for them, as you know, I still don't have a fixed male lead in mind, so if you managed to catch my eyes to your comments, then please, I would be glad to hear them... ^-^ *** Highest Ranking: Unrequited Love #1 (12/31/24) Crown prince #1 Abandoned love #1 Noble lady #1 Original Story #1 Promise #2 (06/01/24) Imperial family #2 Transmigrator #3 Light novel #3 Lonely #5 Slice of life #8 Promise #8 Long story #8 Mystery-thriller #10 Abandon #10 Fantasy-romance #19

"Stop," the beast growled in my ear. The sound vibrated through my entire body. I froze for a heartbeat from pure shock. He lowered his head beside mine, breath warm against my neck. His voice was low, dangerous... fraying at the edges. "Aurora," he said, "if you run from me again, I will chase you. And I will catch you. His hold tightened as if proving the point. "I will always catch you." Tears spilled down my cheeks. "You're scaring me," I whispered, voice shaking. His breath hitched-barely, but enough that I felt it. For a moment, just a moment, the iron in his grip softened. His hand slid from my waist to my wrist, holding firm but no longer crushing. Then his other arm locked around my upper body, strong enough that escape was impossible. "Aurora," he said, his voice rough, "you cannot run from a bond like this." I shook my head violently. "I'm human! I'm not meant for- for you!" His chest rumbled behind me, a low, frustrated sound. "You are meant for me," he said, lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Fate does not make mistakes." Aurora Hayes, a human girl from a village called Eldermist, a remote settlement tucked beside the enchanted Blackpine Forest. Her people had lived in fear for generations fearing the Beast said to roam the woods. On one night Aurora ventures out into the woods and comes face to face with the beast her village fears. Roman the ruthless Lycan King instantly recognizes Aurora as his mate and takes her to his pack. Roman will stop at nothing to claim the woman destiny has chosen for him.But Aurora is human. She's fragile and Untouched by the brutal world of Lycans and vampires.