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

Born as the one and only princess who married into a ducal household, Wilhelmina Adelaide de Hoya was loved by everyone with the exception of one person: her seemingly perfect husband, Bennett Constantine Beaufort. Unbeknownst to all, what transpires within the walls of their home was a marriage filled with resentment, which only ended upon the death of her husband. When the princess is given the chance to regress, will she be able to set things right? [Written in English]

In the magical halls of Hogwarts, a new chapter begins. Just sixteen years old, Severus Snape awakens in 1976... with memories not his own, and the title of "Half-Blood Prince" newly claimed. It was a time before Voldemort tore his soul into pieces. A time when Nagini still slithered through the dark forests of Albania. A time when Pandora Lovegood was conducting strange and brilliant experiments in Hogwarts' hidden corners. A time when Madam Rosmerta was in her prime-charming, elegant, unforgettable. In this world brimming with opportunity and danger, Snape no longer walks the path of regret. This time, he chooses to live-to truly live-and rewrite everything.

The tale that touches every brutal aspect of reality. The tale that questions... The tale that hurts... The tale that never ends... Do give it a shot if you have a soul that strives to see a change in the world. Do share your views

Vedha was holding her baby in her arms, her back resting against the inclined hospital bed adjusted for her comfort. The baby was nursing at her breast, tiny gulps filling the quiet room. Slowly, she leaned forward and kissed the baby's forehead. She touched her daughter's tiny hands and feet, still in disbelief that this life had been growing inside her just hours ago-and now, here she was, her newborn nestled in her arms, suckling gently, a moment of pure, painful beauty cradled in her arms. "You are filth... an unwanted filth in my life," Vedha whispered. With that, she jolted awake. She was alone in her hospital bed, the dream fading into the sterile scent of the hospital room. Her mother, Radha, who had been sitting in the chair beside her, panicked at the sudden movement. "Vedha, what happened?" she asked anxiously. Vedha, still dazed, shook her head slowly. She glanced down at her breast-it was leaking milk. Her breasts felt swollen and painful. Her body had begun to produce milk. Even though she had rejected motherhood, her body hadn't. "Amma, look at this. Do something," Vedha said, her voice edged with discomfort. The urgency in her daughter's voice snapped Radha out of her thoughts. She nodded and said, "Wait, I'll ask the doctor," before hurrying out of the room. Inside the doctor's cabin, Radha explained the situation. The doctor listened patiently and then said, "Since you're already a mother of two, I don't need to explain to you the importance of breastfeeding. Try to convince her husband to bring the baby, even if just for a few days. It will ease her pain and be good for the child. If feeding isn't an option, we'll have to start medication to stop the milk production. The choice is yours now." Radha nodded thoughtfully and left the room. She had made up her mind to speak to Arjun-one last time.

The candle burns low. I sit at the end of the dining table, silver polished, wine untouched, dinner going cold for the third night this week. The chair across from me-his chair-remains empty. It always is now. They say he's in the city, whispering rebellions and kissing poetry from the mouth of a woman half my age. They say she wears my rubies now-the ones my mother gave me on my wedding night. I do not ask. I do not weep. I simply breathe. That is all I am allowed to do these days. Breathe... and stay married. The walls of Alwyndale Manor are not kind to echoes. Every step I take, I hear only silence follow. Not even the portraits watch me anymore. Perhaps they've turned away out of pity. I wonder if he thinks of me at all. Sometimes, I pass him in the corridor. His eyes glance over me like I am a ghost that doesn't haunt properly-quiet, decorous, and easy to ignore. I am not angry. That is what makes it worse. I am not angry, because there is nothing left in me that he hasn't already taken. My ladies speak gently now, as if I might shatter. The servants smile too carefully. No one dares to say her name in front of me. But they all know. The whole court knows. The whole damn country knows- The Duchess has been replaced. Not by a divorce. Not by decree. But by absence. And that, I think, is the cruelest kind of affair-the one where the world still calls you wife, but no one treats you like one. Not even him. POV: Lady Seraphine, The Duchess

Yan Jiayi was on her way to take the college entrance exam-the biggest turning point of her life. As a lifelong top student, she had every chance to be among the best in the province, if not the country. She never doubted herself, and neither did her parents or teachers. But fate played a cruel joke. A sudden accident left her in a coma. From the edge of life, she watched her parents weep by her bedside, their eyes nearly dry from endless crying. It was then that a strange voice spoke to her-the self-proclaimed Master of the System Universe. He offered her a deal: take on missions across different worlds in exchange for a second chance at life. Yan Jiayi, thinking it was just another "study project," accepted. She didn't expect to be dropped into a blood-soaked battlefield. A man stood in front of her, cloaked in red, his sword dripping with fresh blood. The system chimed in, labeling him: "Target." But why did he have a blackening value of over 90?

(Isekai!!) Who knew being the second option of the second lead could hurt even more than being the second lead itself. I was only the last resort. There's no one else to blame other than..me. [Please read and enjoy my story, thank you!]