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I drowned once. I woke up as a mermaid with a cold system and one cruel rule: survive with true dragon blood or die. I steal pearls from my tears and scrape points from a system that treats me like a game piece. Then I rescue the wounded young emperor—who's maddeningly innocent and worth a fortune in blood. They expected a pawn. They made the wrong bet.

Clementine Bradley wakes up inside a novel she binge-read last night—only she’s the tiny, forgettable heroine and a faceless system just assigned her impossible goals. The system demands four "Virtue" medals by spring or it will break her—literally—and every failure brings harsher penalties. She has one month, a food-obsessed brother, a proud prefect father, and a cold scholar everyone calls Grey Pedersen between her and survival. She'll win awards, rig a few menus, dodge poisonous rules, and learn that a stubborn heroine who cooks can rewrite more than a recipe. They thought she was a footnote. They were wrong.

They marked her as expendable and left her broken on a rock. She woke inside the game — alive, hated, and tied to a demon-child with a bright, dangerous bell. She has a system, five lives' worth of luck, and a burning refusal to follow the original story's dead ending. One bargain: trade danger for power. She will steal the plot, upgrade herself, and protect the child no one else will. What they planned as a pawn becomes the one who writes the rules.

A city woman dies in a crash and wakes in a poor mountain village—as an eighteen-year-old bride with a hidden space and an exchange system. She refuses to be sold, demands a divorce note, and forces the hunter she married to guard her. She plants miracle crops, flips her stash into silver, and turns a doomed bride into the village’s dark horse. They wanted a pawn. They made a mistake.

I mocked a trashy romance novel. Then a system dragged me into it — as the villainess who dies by chapter ten. Two rules: follow the script to survive, or lose life-hours. I refuse to play the pawn. So I traded obeying the plot for exploiting the system’s glitch: cozy up to the real villain and steal immortality. They wanted a disposable villain. They picked the wrong actress.

They crowned her a disgrace and sent an old slave to die for speaking truth. Katherine returned from a broken life to a cold marriage and a colder court — and a ledger in her head that whispers tasks to send her home. One bargain: complete the ledger's tasks, or remain trapped in a past that demands she be ruthless. They wanted a pawn. They made a mistake.

She wakes dead and tied to System 5001 in a vicious modern romance—only this time the heroine gets a rewritable script. Isabella Evans must earn points, dodge ruin, and refuse the old tragedy. She steals back money, exposes a fake white-moon actress, and turns a cruel CEO’s favors into liabilities. They wanted a broken heroine. They buried the wrong corpse.

They shoved her off a cliff. Her body survived—barely—but her old life did not come back. She wakes up in a dirt hut with two little brothers, a bitter stepfamily, and a stranger’s name. In her pocket: a 2030 smart phone that opens a literal private “space” with gifts, skills, and a living assistant. One bargain becomes obvious: upgrade the space, buy back safety, and turn every insult into profit. They wanted a pawn. They made the wrong choice.

She told people we were convenient. I believed it—until she cornered me in my new apartment and said, “Then let me chase you.” Cheryl Almeida is a ruthless Alpha with a fortune, a flagship game on her hands, and a single problem she refuses to solve with money: an artist who refuses commissions. Frankie Xiao is a gentle Omega who refuses to be bought—and who melts the moment Cheryl’s amber eyes find her. Cheryl decides to fix both problems at once: friendship first, favor later. The favors begin with a lamb plush, a framed sketch, and an invitation to a housewarming. They look like the sweetest beginnings. But favors have friction. A mistaken touch turns into hospital visits; a framed sketch replaces a family photo; a contract promises five-times pay—and a secret line in a message promises something darker. How far will Cheryl go to keep what she wants? And when the small fires she lights become uncontrollable, who will be left holding the match? Content warnings: ABO dynamics, manipulative pursuit, involuntary marking (plot element), emotional and sexual coercion implied later. Read with caution.

She was sentenced to servitude—marked, shorn of rights, and handed off like inventory. The law of Harbor City said her crimes meant permanent chains. The law didn’t say she’d be delivered to a woman who lived in legends. Elliana Kimura—demon lord, rumor made flesh, and paradoxically domestic—places a collar around Luisa Stewart’s neck and smirks: “You are my dog.” What follows is not the expected torture manual or a neat redemption arc. It is two stubborn, damaged beings learning to fit together: one a monster bound by ancient codes and memory, the other a small, resilient prisoner whose mornings unmake her and whose nights remember everything. As they travel between Mariner Heights and glittering courts—battling seductive cults, thieves of names, and the bureaucracy of gods—their contract becomes more than paper. It becomes leverage, hush, a weapon and a promise. Luisa discovers she can be useful in ways no jail cell taught her; Elliana discovers patience and fury look different on someone who has never had the right to be angry. Secrets surface: stolen sigils, a cult reviving forbidden rites, and a past that will not stay buried. Can a condemned woman and a thousand-year-old demon rewrite the rules that bound them both? Or will the city’s laws—written in blood and fear—turn their tentative tenderness into another execution order?

He shows up at the blind date like a memory grown into a person—cold smile, dangerous calm, and a mole by his cheek that Ethan remembers from nightmares and afternoons alike. Seven years after he left town without explanation, Vaughn Kimura returns to Harbor City. He’s the heir everyone talks about; Ethan Armstrong is the steady kid everyone relies on—class rep, part-time baker, the kind who keeps promises. When a company raffle forces Ethan to be a “plus-one,” the reunion becomes a public collision: a rescue in front of hundreds, a revealing moment in a suite, and a discovery neither expected. Vaughn is all wealth and walls. Ethan carries a secret prosthetic and an iron refusal to be pitied. Together they make a reckless agreement—study help in exchange for time together—and the lines between tutor and charge, helper and held, begin to blur. This is a fast, aching slow-burn about two stubborn boys who refuse to be what the world expects of them: one refuses to forget, the other refuses to be fixed. A summer of exams, fights, hospital nights, family bargains, and a single rule both must break.

She accepted one small, quiet variety show for a friend—then met the woman whose voice had haunted her playlists for years. Laura Perez is a country-conquering superstar with a glare that can ruin careers and a grin that gets away with everything. Annika Jensen is a fragile, fierce newcomer who writes songs like confessions and hides a fandom behind a calm face. When the two are thrown together for three months of "back-to-nature" filming, sparks start as prank battles and late-night songs—and turn into something neither dared name. He slanders. She fights back. An influencer photo goes viral, a predatory ex is exposed, and a director casts them opposite each other in a rising wuxia drama that will either bury or canonize their chemistry. Studio lights, livestreams, and fan armies push them into the open. Laura wants to protect Annika publicly and privately; Annika wants to belong without losing herself. This is a fast-burning celebrity romance about the messy, thrilling fight to claim a life—and a person—on your own terms. Who will the world accept first: the star or the love?

They turned her into a ghost: stripped of voice, credits, dignity—uploaded and sold to strangers. The whole city pretended it was nothing; classmates whistled, men laughed, officials closed ranks. Then a notorious troublemaker with half a shaved head and a broken past pushed through a classroom circle and broke a bully’s face. She dragged a bruised, mute girl out of an office where a teacher had just been interrupted mid-assault. That rescue wasn't charity—it was a fuse. Years later, the quiet girl stands in a courtroom not as a victim but as an attorney. She learned how to read the laws they used to protect predators. She learned how to gather proof men thought could vanish online. She learned how to pull the curtain off the powerful and make an entire apparatus show its rotten wiring. This is a story about what happens when silence turns strategic: about friends who refuse to let victims be invisible, about the slow, messy business of forcing a corrupt system to account, and about two women who survive what the world throws at them long enough to make the world pay attention. Who pays, and who gets to keep breathing afterward?

He believed in science. He woke up in a world that believed in everything else. Jiang Tingyun arrives as a sharp, stubborn kid in a countryside full of talismans, foxes, ghosts and priests — and discovers that whenever he stands within three fathoms, spells fizzle, tricks trip and monsters lose their teeth. That red glow that follows him is not reputation: it's an honest, baffling aura that repels demons and ruins con men. Instead of bowing to fate, he starts making the supernatural accountable: saving wronged women, exposing predatory priests, and dragging the hidden corrupt into the light. This is a fast-moving, episodic crusade where logic collides with superstition. There are fights, humiliations turned into payoffs, and one principle Jiang repeats like a hammer: ghosts, foxes, and judges alike — serve the people, or be made to. Who will believe him first? Who will oppose him with court, corpses, or claws? And what happens when the underworld's rules refuse to be rational?

She followed a favor into a girls’ washroom. She walked out holding another woman’s secrets. Yuu Koito only wanted to reclaim a meddlesome box of enchanted chocolates. Instead, she stumbles on Touko Nanami — Slytherin’s iron-clad prefect — with a broken time device and a bottle of Polyjuice potion. When the watch shatters, time hiccups: the same minutes loop, the same doorway eats them alive, and a single rule sews them together — stay within fifteen meters of the device or the day collapses. They bargain: Yuu will wear Touko’s face to handle the Slytherin schedule while Touko chases a fix. What starts as a humiliating favor becomes a race to stop a black-market potion ring, survive political knives in the houses, and undo a transformation that eats its owner alive. Each loop shows them choices they can’t take back, and each reset costs someone memory, reputation—or heart. This is a fanfiction of entangled loyalties, illegal magic, and slow, stubborn tenderness. Can two girls hold a stolen twelve-hour day together without breaking who they are?

Dorian Hoffman used to be a tragic side player in a dozen swoony novels—weak, lovelorn, and dead at the margins. The Aegis Program "reformatted" him: memory wiped, desire muted, warmth leeched from his skin. Reborn as a breathtakingly cold enigma, Dorian is deployed back into a single, crowded city where multiple messy love-stories and predators cross paths. His first mission: infiltrate a racing drama called Ride Shotgun, distract the toxic star men, and save the soft-hearted Caleb Chen from being burned alive by lust and cruelty. The catch: every time Dorian attracts devotion he regains more of his senses. With each stolen glance and each trembling confession, he feels his heartbeat and hunger return—and suddenly the mission is intoxicating. He wants to win, but winning means feeling. And feeling means losing control to the very thing Aegis forbade: love. Fast cars. Uniforms. A bruising ex-special-forces team captain who should be untouchable—and yet keeps touching him. Vicious rivals, corporate family poison, and a system that can take everything back with a keystroke. Dorian doesn’t know whether he’s rescuing others or rescuing himself. But he does know one thing: when ice meets fuel, fireworks are guaranteed.

When horror novelist Ethan Lee reunites with three old friends on a rainy night, a harmless drinking game turns into a nightmare. They tell ghost stories to pass the time—until one of them mentions an urban legend: “If someone knocks on your door on a rainy night, and you don’t know who it is—don’t open it.” Moments later, there’s a real knock. What greets them isn’t human. Trapped between disbelief and dread, Ethan watches his friends vanish one by one. Now marked by a curse that spreads through storytelling, he must uncover its origin before the next storm arrives—or become the next name in the legend. Rain. Door. Knock. Every detail could be his last.

Jace Merrow was born with a monster sleeping inside him. His mother just did everything she could to wake it up. To the neighbors, Evelyn Merrow was elegance—an award-winning researcher, the kind of suburban mother people praised on Facebook. But behind closed doors, she treated Jace like a project she needed to perfect. Every mistake earned a punishment. Every achievement earned a sharper demand. When Jace finally snaps, the house goes silent. The only thing standing between him and a murder charge is the trembling man hiding behind the bedroom door—his father, Nolan Merrow, who lets Jace handle the police with a bloody knife still on the counter. The officer believes his story. Jace becomes the boy who cried “kitchen accident,” and Evelyn becomes a memory. But death doesn’t end anything. Because Jace has a secret: He’s been talking to someone online for months. Someone who calls himself Crimson. A legend on the dark web. A sculptor of bodies. A philosopher of violence. And Crimson has one message for him: “I’ve been watching you, little lion.” At first, Jace thinks Crimson is taunting him. Until the letters start arriving. One envelope says: “HELLO, KILLERS.” The other is written in his mother’s handwriting. Inside, Evelyn confesses the truth: There’s a man she spent years running from—a man she called the Lion King. A man even Crimson fears. A man who sees Jace not as a son, but as a successor. Now Jace is caught in a nightmare triangle of three predators: the manipulative father who survived the murder with him, the faceless mentor who teaches him how to kill, and the Lion King, who wants his “little lion” back. Every secret Jace uncovers drags him deeper into a family legacy soaked in blood. And every step forward forces him to ask the question he never dared: Was he born a monster… or made into one? To survive, Jace must choose which monster to become— the one they raised, or the one he truly is.

When Everly Rose returns to Windward Cove for her grandfather Cormac Ashford’s memorial, she expects grief and family fights — not a corpse that seems to have been boiled alive with a placid smile and an ink painting lying over him: an old landscape titled "Forget-Me Pond." Told to sell the painting, Everly pockets it instead. What begins as a private escape from anxiety — a literal plunge into the painting’s cool, soothing pond that erases fear and sharpens her focus — becomes an obsession with its other gifts: glimpses of past and future, and a dangerous "algae" that can pay fortunes or kill. The pond gives comfort, insights, and temptations. Her father uses it to chase a future windfall; her mother sees chances for a new life; their appetites grow. As Windward Cove’s secret eats itself, bargaining with fate turns into a hunt that cooks bodies and conscience alike. Everly must unravel how the pond eats people, who used poison in the kitchen, and whether a family can survive the lure of an easy escape. The deeper she dives, the less sure she is who she protects — herself, or the memory of a man she loved into his last, steamy breath. Forget-Me Pond is a slow-burning coastal horror about inheritance, addiction, and the price of wishing away your troubles.

Elora Ball thought the heavy gold bangle her mother‑in‑law pressed on her wrist was a cheap heirloom—and an Instagram post proving its metal would embarrass the family. Instead she posts a photo of something that shouldn't exist: yellow water that only she can see. A stranger claiming occult expertise warns her: the bracelet is a corpse‑shackle, and it has already chosen her. What starts as a domestic humiliation becomes a ten‑day countdown. Her sister‑in‑law grows paler by the hour; the woman who raised her smiles with a secret; the helpful "master" who offers rescue may want her body more than her gratitude. Can Elora survive the ritual that will rent her soul away? Or will she learn to use the dark rules against those who plotted her slaughter—and become far more dangerous than her enemies ever expected? Who is saving whom? Who is stealing whose life? Which of them is the real monster?

When Lila Moore climbs into the creaking attic of her family’s farmhouse in Saint Inez Parish, Louisiana, she’s only doing what her incarcerated brother, Jason, asked over a crackly prison call: “There’s a box up there. Get rid of it.” She finds the trunk—old, scuffed, and heavy as sin—wedged beneath warped rafters. Inside: rot, plastic wrap clouded green, and bones. Two sets—one adult, one impossibly small. Detective Grant Harper of the parish sheriff’s office has waded through every kind of backwoods horror, but this is different. The DNA doesn’t lie. The tiny bones belong to Jason. Jason swears he bought the corpse—part of a backroom hoodoo ritual he was told would break a curse that’s been dogging him since he fell into pills and crank. He says the body wasn’t pregnant when he brought it home. He says a lot of things. As Harper and a weary corrections officer dig into Jason’s past—his years of addiction, a vanished girlfriend, whispers of graveyard dirt and “service work” done by two traveling dealers—the investigation slips into that sliver of the South where faith turns, and superstition bites back. Because in Saint Inez Parish, folks know: when the dead don’t rest, the living end up paying.

When Lily Adams’s husband, Noah, insists on watching horror movies during their most intimate moments, she tells herself it’s just an odd quirk—something private, something harmless. Until the neighbors start talking. A woman downstairs claims Noah is leading double lives. Screenshots appear. Photos surface. And one night, Lily sees a familiar silhouette in the blue glow of the downstairs window… even though Noah swears he’s miles away at the office. Then the woman who started the rumors—Lily’s long-forgotten high school classmate—turns up dead outside her apartment. As the investigation unravels old wounds, Lily’s buried memories claw their way back to the surface: the bullying, the trauma, the violence she repressed for years. And Noah—devoted, gentle, protective Noah—was there through all of it. He still is. But when the truth behind the murder emerges, Lily learns something even more terrifying: The shadows in her life were not accidents. The monsters weren’t just in the movies. And the man who loves her most might be willing to burn the world for her.

The annual Centennial Games at Blackwood University were supposed to be about glory, scholarships, and campus spirit. But when Ivy Clarke steps onto the track for the relay race, the rules have changed. "Safety First, Friendship Second." "Volunteers wear yellow caps. Accept everything they offer." "Do not pass the baton to the fifth person." "Last place receives a penalty." Ivy thinks it's a prank until she watches the star athlete cross the finish line, hand the baton to a mysterious girl in a ponytail, and literally lose his head. Now, the stadium is locked down. The faculty are acting like mindless drones. And the penalty for coming last in any event—swimming, ping pong, jump rope—is immediate execution. Trapped in a blood-soaked nightmare, Ivy must compete to survive. But the games are rigged. Her best friend Angela is acting suspicious, her crush Fox is hiding secrets beneath his volunteer cap, and a ghost from the past seems to be haunting the events. In a game where the rules are deadly and the referees are monsters, Ivy has to figure out the pattern before the final whistle blows. Because at Blackwood, you don't just lose the game. You lose your life.

Eli Rossum has never had anyone to call family—until Serena Tidewell smiles at him across a crowded bar and doesn’t look away. She’s gorgeous, gentle, and for some unfathomable reason, wants a future with him. So when she teases that he’s never even visited her “tiny hometown island” and wonders aloud if he’s serious about marrying her, Eli does the only thing a terrified, lovestruck orphan can do—he begs for two weeks off and promises to show up. The ferry is a rusted fishing boat. The dock is half abandoned. The village looks too clean, too empty, like someone scrubbed the life out of it. But Serena’s parents are unnervingly perfect hosts, the dinner is warm, the liquor flows, and Eli passes out in her childhood bed thinking maybe, just maybe, he beat the odds. Until he wakes up in the night, steps outside to pee, and hears a familiar voice in the dark. His old orphanage friend, Caleb Knox, is on the island too—with a local girlfriend. Two college guys they met on the ferry have gone “looking for mermaids” with another island girl. By morning, one of the students is missing, there’s blood on the mountain path, and someone has killed the cell signal for miles. Then Eli finds the forum posts. Same username as Serena’s. Same avatar. Same directions. And one specific requirement: “No family. No one to file a missing person report.” On a lawless island where every smile is a lie and every body part has a price tag, Eli has one rule left: If nobody’s coming to save you, you burn their whole kingdom down and save yourself.