Countless mistakes Too much sorrow Resulting to endless pain and regrets When exactly did it all start? Was it when I first laid my eyes on that tall figure? Or was it when I was enchanted by those ice blue cold orbs? Hopelessly, following that familiar silhouette. Wanting...needing...to see my own reflection on those eyes. Struggling, persisting, to the point of gritting my own teeth and clenching my own hands, still all of those efforts were fruitless, which caused losing something precious. Please be guided that this is an original story, advance apologies for any plot holes, grammatical errors and spelling mistakes. I'm only an amateur writer and English is not my first language. Any Similarity to different stories is pure chance or coincidental. I thought this story on my own. Thank you. *The cover picture used does not belong to me nor do I claim it. Credits to rightful owners/artist* -The cover photo was edited by -xshio-

##UNDER EDITING PROCESS## Jing An wanted to stay out of the way from the story plot. So, she lived a peaceful and stable life. But nevertheless, it's too much peaceful and quiet that she wanted to adopt some good orphaned children from the nearby town. On the way, she unexpectedly saved a dying man. When the man awakened, he wanted to repay her and told her she could ask anything she wanted. Jing An said "Then give me a child!" "Alright, I'll give it to you. Come here, let's start creating one." "I want a child, not a husband!" ============================ Okay. This is an original story. This idea popped out in my head that I had to write and post this. UPDATE: THIS STORY CONTAINS SMUT SCENES. (≧∇≦)/

My name is Calla Lind. For 20 years, I have lived within the shadow of my beautiful older sister - chasing and holding onto an illusion of love. A love that will never belong to me... Now with this second chance of life, I won't chase after illusion. I won't rely on someone else for happiness. I will do what I want, enjoy what I do, and learn to let go. 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".

Eleanor a 30 year old (pervert) business woman who hasn't had a boyfriend in more than 8 years suddenly dies after being in a car accident on her way to a blind date. But, upon her death, she is given the choice to transmigrate into different online novels to beat the female lead.

Mikael was a Viking warrior-fierce, loyal, and in love with the one woman he could never have. Promised in marriage to Esther, a wealthy merchant's daughter hiding a powerful secret, Mikael buried his true feelings for Toril, the Viking village chief's fierce and breathtaking only daughter. Trained as a warrior and destined to lead her people, Toril stood beside Mikael in battle, her heart aching with every shared glance, every unspoken word. But fate had cruel plans. When Esther bore Mikael's first child, a daughter named Freya, it was Toril's favorite goddess who inspired it. Yet heartbreak struck again when Freya was taken by Esther's sister, Dahlia, as part of a dark bargain. Toril alone witnessed the betrayal-and acted. Slaying the witch, she vanished with the child, raising Freya in secret, protecting her from the woman who dared call herself her mother. Now, as ancient secrets threaten to resurface and the line between love and loyalty blurs, Mikael will discover the truth: the woman he lost may be the only one who can save him-and the family he never truly knew.

Going to different worlds and completing missions They are all novel worlds I can see that. but every time I enter the novel world why does the title of female lead shift to me???/ this is the novel world right....... DISCLAIMER:- the story is mine. please don't steal it. And any resemblance to any other story is purely coincidental. if you don't like it then don't read it.

What was happy ever after? What was the ultimate happiness? Cinderella was believed to live happily ever after with her prince charming at the end of the midnight magic. They got married and died still smitten in love. Or so they said. Was it the truth? Oh. It was all a lie. In this world, there was no such thing as living happily ever after. True love was a form used to trick and wound. What man would not fall for beauty? After his girl's beauty faded, he would search for another. If an enchanting beauty sought him, he wouldn't resist. Cinderella didn't believe this at first. But when she was abandoned, deposed, and schemed against by her very husband and his new love, she knew that it was too late for her to change anything. Cinderella didn't live happy ever after. Cinderella suffered until death relieved her of her pain. When Cinderella opened her eyes after her death, she was in her 15-years-old body. Everything was still fine. Her dad was alive, and she didn't have any stepmother and stepsisters yet. The magic had not yet been cast, and vows had not been said. She was not as stupid as she was before. She went back in time. She was reborn. She was given another chance in life. "Prince? F*ck off, I don't want to see your s**tty face." -a certain beauty. "Who said I want to go to that damn banquet? Old hag, you must be blind. Oh, and I don't need your fake magic, for I am a magician myself." -a certain young lady. This is a legend about riding the fate wheel. This is a story about revenge. This is a tale about love. This is Cinderella Rebirth. HIATUS NOTICE due to increasingly irregular update schedule.

[Chen Ju Fen] The chrysanthemum fragrant blooms at dawn. At the age of 22, she died by the hands of her so-called husband and at the feet of her 'sworn' sister. Dying regretfully for wasting her life on a man who had thrown her away so easily like an used tissue, she opens her eyes to the familiar sight of her bedroom at the age of 16; it was exactly one year before she married him. Now she makes a choice: follow with the original story or take another route. NOT A TRANSLATION: this is my own humble story. All rights reserved. Do not plagiarize. Cover picture belongs to me while other photos used throughout the chapters do not, and I don't claim them. They belong to their rightful owners. Viewer's discretion is advised. Story contains usage of strong language, violence, and heavy sexual contents. Read at your own risk! Highest Rankings reached: #1 Novel #1 Revenge #1 Short story #1 Mature

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".

TRADUCCIÓN de la Segunda Temporada de El Novio del Dios del Dolor.