Quye Xiaofang
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Apocalypse Rebirth: My Gold-Eating System
Fantasy She died in the apocalypse-betrayed, abandoned, and torn apart by the infected.
Then she woke up. Two months before the end of the world. Twenty-two years old again. And on her wrist, a wooden bracelet that her mother had left behind.
The bracelet came with a system. A system that eats gold.
With enough gold, she can unlock infinite storage for food, water, weapons-anything she needs to survive. The super-hurricane, the floods, the insect plagues, the volcanic winter, the scorching heat... she knows exactly what's coming.
While the world sleeps, Joanna shops. She drains her aunt's bank account, maxes out every loan she can find, and buys out half the city. The apocalypse is coming. She'll be ready.
But when the chaos begins, the wolves come crawling back-relatives who sold her, friends who betrayed her, a father who abandoned her. They want her food. Her water. Her mercy.
Joanna has a different plan.
"Why don't you decide who dies first?" Bound to the Alpha Commander
Werewolf I was supposed to be the perfect daughter.
Smile at the rich men my mother chose.
Quit my job as a trauma nurse when one of them finally decided I was worth marrying.
Pretend love did not matter as long as the groom had money, status, and a family name my mother could show off.
Then a gunman broke into my hospital.
I caught him before he could finish what he came to do, and he took me hostage with a pistol pressed to my head.
When he shoved me over the edge of a stairwell, I thought I was going to die.
But Alonso came after me.
The mysterious military commander with no rank on his uniform and an entire room terrified to breathe around him threw himself down the stairs and wrapped his body around mine, taking the concrete with his own back so I would survive.
He was dangerous.
Dominant.
A Wolf from a world I was never supposed to belong to.
I was Wolfless. Ordinary. Nobody.
So why did he look at me like I was the only thing he had been searching for?
Why did he send white roses to my car?
Why did his voice make my body obey before my mind could fight back?
And why did he offer me the one escape my family could never control?
"Marry me," Alonso said. "I protect what is mine."
It was not a normal marriage.
It was a Fated Mate Binding Agreement, a supernatural contract that would place me under his Pack's protection and tie my fate to the most dangerous Alpha I had ever met.
I should have said no.
Instead, I signed.
The next morning, I walked into my parents' house, looked my mother in the eye, and calmly said the one thing she could never undo.
"I got married yesterday."
Caged by the Capo, Broken by My First Love
Mafia I was forced to marry the most ruthless Capo in New York to save my family from a blood execution.
For two years, I endured his psychotic jealousy as he paraded a mistress around the city—not because he wanted her, but because he knew she was connected to my past.
When I finally handed him the divorce papers, I discovered a sickening truth.
The mistress was the half-sister of my mob lawyer—the same lawyer who happened to be my first love.
"I stayed close to try to save you both!" Julian confessed, his hands shaking on the steering wheel. "I thought I could pull her out and break your marriage at the same time!"
He claimed his twisted plan was to rescue me.
Instead, it pushed his desperate sister to the brink of madness.
She lunged at me in my own bedroom, driving a six-inch blade into my side.
"You hold the crown and you don't even want it!" she screamed. "I would kill for someone to look at me the way he looks at you!"
As I lay bleeding out on the mattress, my husband and my first love fought over me, both screaming my name.
I had broken my own heart years ago to save Julian from this violent underworld.
I didn't understand why my sacrifice only turned him into a manipulative monster, just like my husband.
Why did their twisted versions of love only bring me scars and blood?
Waking up in the hospital, I looked at the two men desperately offering me blood-soaked thrones.
I calmly signed the dissolution papers, took ten percent of the clean assets, and walked away.
This time, I was done being a queen on any man's board. My Delicate Wife Is A Medical Genius
Romance I was the legitimate daughter of the Hutchinson family, brought back from the mountains after years of living in poverty.
But my biological parents didn't love me. They only brought me back to take my sister's place and marry a dying man for a 300 million dollar capital injection.
In that house, I was worse than a stray dog. My mother locked me in the basement, and my father only saw me as a prop for his investors.
Meanwhile, Cornie played the crying victim, twisting her designer skirts while everyone comforted her.
"You marrying into the Vanderbilt family is a blessing you don't deserve. It saves us the trouble of looking at you."
I couldn't understand why my own blood treated me like a disposable price tag while treating the other daughter like a princess.
Since family ties meant nothing to them, I forced my father to sign a legal document severing all ties with me permanently before I signed the marriage agreement.
I thought I was just escaping one cage for another with a dying billionaire.
But when I got into his Maybach, my new husband wasn't just breathtakingly handsome.
When he saw the cheap silver pendant on my neck, his cold facade completely shattered.
He pulled out a matching half-circle pendant, crushing me into a desperate, bone-breaking hug.
"From this second on, you are mine. Anyone who makes you cry—I will tear them apart." Time Travel to Ancient Times: Farming and Having Babies
Fantasy Karlie Holloway woke up bleeding in a dark cave on an alien planet, her leg pinned beneath twisted metal shrapnel.
Before she could even process the pain, a massive, feral man lunged from the shadows, his eyes reduced to crimson slits.
His mind was shattered by a biological frenzy, and his leg was rotting from a deliberately poisoned wound.
He was Gavin Knapp, a warrior betrayed. His fiancée had secretly drugged him, and his stepbrother had lured him into a deadly trap.
They left him to die raving mad in the wilderness so they could steal his inheritance.
"Get off me!"
Karlie gasped as his massive hands pinned her to the cold rock, his hot breath suffocating her.
She had no weapons and no strength to fight off a monster. If she struggled, he would crush her.
If they stayed in this cave, his family's cruel plot would succeed, and they would both rot in the dirt.
It was sickeningly cruel. A strong man reduced to a worthless, crippled beast by the people he trusted most.
Why should his abusers get to live comfortably in the settlement while he suffered in agony?
And why should Karlie die as collateral damage on a planet she didn't even belong to?
Staring into his wild, desperate eyes, Karlie stopped struggling and activated her AI interface.
She grabbed the burning skin of his neck and initiated the energy symbiosis.
She wasn't just going to cure his cursed leg, she was going to take her new mate back to the settlement and make his betrayers pay. Branded By The Devil's Cruel Kiss
Romance Elie Joyce’s entire life was controlled by Ebert Ewing, a ruthless billionaire who held her sick grandmother's survival and her family's freedom in his hands.
But on a freezing, stormy night, he forced her into a scandalous scrap of red silk and handed her over to a notorious, disgusting predator.
"You aren't an escort. You're just a free gift."
Ebert mocked her, using her as a disposable bargaining chip to secure a corporate funding round.
When the predator humiliated her, forced high-proof vodka down her throat, and violently pinned her to the floor, Ebert simply watched with dead eyes.
And when Ebert finally intervened to brutally beat the man, it wasn't out of mercy.
"She is my property. Even if she is trash that I threw away, a filthy pig like you doesn't get to touch her."
Afterward, he dragged her battered, barefoot body into his car, only to kick her out into the torrential rain, leaving her on the dark streets to die.
Standing in the storm, shivering and bleeding from broken glass, the last shred of Elie's hope shattered.
She had sacrificed her dignity and soul, enduring his violent bites and cruel control, just to keep her family alive.
Why did she have to suffer this endless, twisted humiliation for a psychopath who only saw her as trash?
But she didn't break.
Tearing a strip of his expensive shirt to bandage her bleeding foot, Elie gripped her broken stiletto like a knife.
With her eyes turning cold and calculating, she limped out of the shadows.
She was going to survive, and Ebert Ewing would soon realize she was no longer his obedient prey. The Blind Mate's Secret: Awakening The True White Wolf
Werewolf I was the blind, wolf-less burden of the Silver Moon Pack, relying entirely on my Fated Mate, Zane, to be my protector in the dark.
But one night, my sight and my dormant Alpha wolf suddenly awakened, only to find Zane writhing in bed with my half-sister, Lyra.
"Once I have the title to her timberlands, I’m kicking that wolf-less waste of space to the curb."
Zane's cruel sneer shattered my naive heart. Worse, my adoptive father, the Alpha, was entirely complicit. To secure an alliance, he was secretly arranging to lock me in a room with a notorious, sadistic Alpha whose previous mates had all died under gruesome circumstances. They stripped me of my dignity and my inheritance, mocking my supposed helplessness right to my face while I pretended I still couldn't see.
The grief of their absolute betrayal felt like a physical blow, quickly hardening into a cold, suffocating rage. I couldn't understand how the family I loved could plot my brutal execution with such casual cruelty.
Instead of crying, I kept my eyes unfocused, played the pathetic cripple they expected, and walked straight into the forest to find a terrifyingly powerful Lycan disguised as a Rogue.
"I want to seal our pact with a blood oath. From this moment forward, you are my mate."
I claimed the monster as my own. This time, I wouldn't be their tragic victim; I was going to burn their entire kingdom to the ground. A Twisted Love: Betrayal's Bitter Taste
Modern On my husband Heath's birthday, I sent him a gift: the preserved embryo of the child I had just aborted.
It was my revenge. He had framed my father, driving him to prison and my mother to her grave, all for his mistress, Ember.
When he stormed into our apartment, his face twisted with rage, he slammed me against the counter. "You monster! How could you destroy our child?"
"You forfeited that right the moment you chose Ember over us," I spat back.
But my defiance only led to more horror. He had me committed to a mental asylum where Ember, the architect of my family's ruin, tortured me with electroshock therapy, trying to break my mind.
I feigned submission, then fought back, throwing both of us out of a third-story window. I survived; she was left in critical condition.
Lying in my hospital bed, Heath came to me not with remorse, but with a chilling demand. "Ember needs a tendon graft. You're a match. The surgery is tomorrow."
He thought he had me trapped, that he could force me to sacrifice a piece of myself for the woman who destroyed me.
But as he left to comfort his mistress, I made a call. The next morning, as he begged me not to go through with the "surgery," I walked away, leaving him in the ruins of the life he had shattered. He didn't know this wasn't a surgery. It was my escape, and the beginning of his end. The Wife He Betrayed
Billionaires My life with Liam was flawless. He was the brilliant tech entrepreneur, and I was his cherished wife, expecting our first child, Lily. Everyone said we were the perfect couple, and I believed it.
Then, a crack appeared. It started small – hushed phone calls, a secretive smile not meant for me, a promising new intern named Chloe Davis.
Today, the crack shattered our lives. Liam, who' d never missed a check-up, abandoned me for a "huge deal" and a presentation where Chloe was the star. Alone at the doctor' s, the cold dread in my heart eclipsed the perfect flicker of Lily's heartbeat on the ultrasound.
Later, a news article confirmed my worst fears. Liam, beaming with adoration, presenting Chloe with keys to a luxury car on stage. The public admiration for her "integrity" twisted the knife. It wasn' t just infidelity; it was a grotesque, public performance that humiliated me.
The shock morphed into a chilling rage when I found the pre-signed divorce agreement Liam had given me on our wedding day – an "insurance policy" for his infidelity. He had promised me everything if he ever wronged me. The man who wrote that was gone, replaced by a stranger who had made me a fool.
But the final, brutal blow came at the hospital. Drugged, I overheard Liam and the doctor. They had induced premature labor, risking Lily' s life, just so Chloe could move in as a "live-in assistant." I tried to scream, knowing instantly they were going to take my baby.
They thought I was weak, broken. But as the horror consumed me, a thought pierced through the haze: the email. The one confirming my connection with Ethan Hayes, Liam' s bitter rival. A seed of revenge had been planted just as my world burned down. The Engagement Betrayal
Modern The grand ballroom shimmered with a golden glow, filled with the hum of celebration. It was my engagement party, a day before the wedding, and for eight long years, I had believed I was marrying the man of my dreams.
Then, a casual conversation shattered my world. My fiancé, Mark, and his friends revealed a bet-a perverse wager placed on my virginity, my wedding night reduced to a prize in their cruel game.
Humiliation washed over me as Mark stood by, allowing their repulsive jokes, even adding to them, reducing my years of devoted love to mere "merchandise." His "intimacy phobia," which I' d patiently nurtured, was nothing but a calculated deception to keep me at arm's length while he truly lived. My supposed future husband, the epitome of my life' s aspirations, had been laughing at me all along.
How could he? How could the man I loved betray me so utterly, so casually, right before our wedding? Every sacrifice, every moment of understanding, felt like a fool' s errand. Was everything about us, about him, a lie?
I wouldn't stand for it. The wedding was off. But this wasn't just a cancellation; it was a detonation. I would make sure he paid for every single lie, every betrayal, and every tear. The Sculptor Who Became Queen
Fantasy For ten years, I was Lily, the devoted apprentice, the silent force behind Master Thomas, the legendary sculptor.
My hands, scarred and stained, shaped his clay, sharpened his tools, and managed his chaotic life, making his artistic legacy my own.
Our bond was a monument, forged in the dust and silence of his mountain studio, beyond simple love or romance, more enduring than any fleeting passion.
Then, one Tuesday, the monument cracked.
Master Thomas, beaming like a madman, introduced Serena: a gaudy, perfume-drenched city creature who declared herself his "new muse."
And then came the final blow, echoing in the stunned silence of the workshop: "She has agreed to become my wife."
The woman who replaced me had never touched a block of clay in her life.
His betrayal was a public declaration that my decade of devotion meant nothing, that I was easily discarded for a fleeting fancy.
My fellow apprentices seethed, ready to protest this injustice, wondering why I merely offered a small, imperceptible nod.
How could I contain the storm raging inside me?
How could I let them see the truth – the bitter rage, the cutting contempt for this senile old goat who dared to light his own legacy on fire for a minute of warmth?
But I had a dangerous secret: some secrets are not kept.
A strange, new connection had just begun, allowing another apprentice, Leo, to hear my true thoughts-the ones I locked away behind my serene facade.
He heard my silent, scathing assessment of Serena, my quiet strategies, and my fierce protection of the younger apprentices when Thomas demanded I bow to his new "Mistress."
The battle had just begun, and the old man, lost in his infatuation, had no idea I wasn' t just a sculptor.
I was a warrior, and it was time to reclaim what was mine. My Grandmother's Curse
Young Adult My parents always said I was bad luck, but my Grandma Stella was the only light in my brutal home, my only shield against their cruel abuse.
When Grandma Stella finally succumbed to her pain, ignored and reviled by my mother, her last breath was a desperate plea for relief, drowned out by contempt.
My mother, truly monstrous, ordered me to take Grandma' s body and dump it in the industrial lot, a feast for stray dogs, claiming she was "trash."
Against their wishes, I secretly buried her in the old church cemetery, the one they coveted for themselves, whispering a desperate vow for justice into the cold earth, sealing it with my own blood.
But soon, strange accidents plagued our house-my brother's fever, our truck dying, even our chickens dropping dead without a mark.
They blamed me, a proven curse, and brought in a crooked preacher who, instead of helping, declared me the vessel of misfortune and conspired to use me as bait for "the spirit."
Now, cornered and used, I realize my quiet promise to Grandma was far more powerful than I ever imagined, turning our home into a terrifying battleground where true reckoning begins. Divorce Papers and a Newborn
Modern I was 39 weeks pregnant, eagerly nesting for our daughter, Emily.
Our Austin home was filled with dreams of a perfect new family.
My ambitious architect husband, Ethan, traveled constantly for "high-stakes" projects.
But I trusted our future.
Then, breaking news flashed across the screen: a military coup in South America.
On it, his award-winning documentary filmmaker ex-girlfriend, Olivia, was caught in the chaos, presumed in grave danger.
That same night, as my first contractions began, Ethan dropped a bombshell.
He was flying to South America immediately.
Not for business, but for her.
He walked out as my water broke.
He was choosing his ex over his wife and unborn child.
Days later, news of Ethan's critical injury reached me.
It unleashed a barrage of demands from his family and friends.
They expected me to rescue him, to pay his escalating medical bills.
They expected me to be the forgiving "dutiful wife"—despite his shocking betrayal.
But the deepest cut came when my lawyer unearthed the truth.
For years, Ethan had been secretly siphoning thousands from our joint savings.
He was taking from our daughter's future, funneling it to Olivia's 'humanitarian' non-profit.
It wasn't just abandonment.
It was a cold, systematic betrayal, built on lies.
How could he do this to us, to Emily?
I refused to follow his family's script.
When a critically injured Ethan finally returned, expecting forgiveness and a tearful reunion, I was there.
Not as a heartbroken wife.
Instead, I was armed with divorce papers and a fierce determination to reclaim every penny he stole.
This was my battle, for Emily and for me.
It was the beginning of a new life on our own terms. The Comeback King of Vegas
Mafia Three years ago, my step-brother Chad and ex-fiancée Jessica conspired to strip me of everything, casting me out of the powerful Harrison family empire.
Now, I was a different man, forged in Las Vegas under the tutelage of the formidable Big Tony Costello, learning the real game of power.
Tonight, I sat quietly in the Bellagio' s most exclusive VIP room, observing, a discreet cog in Big Tony' s vast machine.
Then, loud and obnoxious, Chad swaggered in, Jessica clinging to his arm like a trophy.
His mocking laughter boomed as he recognized me, "Alex Miller! Didn't expect to see you in a place like this, unless you' re running chips now?"
Jessica' s practiced disinterest and feigned sympathy only twisted the knife, reminding me of her betrayal.
They tried to break me, publicly humiliating me with their false pity and accusations of being a "pauper" clinging to the edges of their world.
Chad then brought in a professional cheat, Silas, who, with Jessica' s distracting help, tried to swindle me out of $50 million in a high-stakes poker game.
When I exposed their brazen cheating, the Harrisons themselves stormed in, my step-mother' s slap resounding across my face as they arrogantly refused to pay the debt, threatening to use their power to silence me.
The sheer audacity, the injustice of being treated like trash again by the very people who took everything, was infuriating.
How could they be so brazen, so certain of their untouchable power, even after being caught red-handed?
Was I forever marked as the Harrison reject, destined to be humiliated whenever our paths crossed?
But they underestimated the silent strength I had cultivated, the quiet confidence that now flowed through me.
"No limit," I stated, leaning into the table, ready to turn their spectacle into their undoing.
What they didn't know was that the real power in Las Vegas was already on its way, and their cruel game was about to become their worst nightmare. 5 Years, 99th Penalty
Romance For five years, I was Sarah Jenkins, devoted caregiver to Ethan Montgomery, the handsome heir supposedly paralyzed after an accident. I sacrificed my youth, nurturing his phantom pains and enduring his moods. One stormy night, I risked my life to bring him his "emergency pain medication."
Approaching his suite, I overheard him. Ethan' s voice, chillingly detached, revealed his "paralysis" was a lie. I was merely "penalty number ninety-eight" in his five-year revenge game against an ex-girlfriend.
My world shattered. He was a monster, and I, his puppet. The humiliation intensified as I was systematically replaced. Then came the "ninety-ninth penalty": a brutal ambush in a derelict warehouse, orchestrated by his accomplice, Mark, the agony recorded for Ethan's sadistic pleasure.
How could such malice exist? The physical pain paled against the soul-deep violation, the crushing realization of my utter powerlessness. My body was broken, but a cold, unyielding rage ignited within me.
I wouldn't be his next victim. As the storm quieted, a decisive plan formed. I would disappear, truly vanish. My staged death would be his unwitting farewell, and for me, the first step towards a new life, finally free from his monstrous shadow. No Longer Her Fool
Romance Ethan Vanderbilt, heir to a formidable real estate empire, believed he had it all: a thriving business, a sophisticated life, and Isabella Hawthorne, the woman he saved from a shipwreck years ago at the cost of his own future children.
His perfect world shattered during their engagement party when Isabella confessed she was pregnant with his rival's baby, then pressed an antique dagger to his abdomen, cruelly demanding he claim the child as his own, rubbing salt in the wound of his infertility.
The ultimate humiliation came after I found her with her lover, Liam Spencer, in our penthouse; she pushed me, splitting my head open, then had her guards chain me outside on our 50th-story terrace during a raging storm, casually dismissing our entire relationship as a mere "dynastic necessity."
Lying bleeding and soaking wet, listening to her dismiss our life, my decades of devotion, my profound love died, replaced by a chilling clarity and an unyielding rage; how could any human be so cruel, so calculating, after everything I sacrificed for her?
But instead of breaking, that betrayal ignited a fire; I walked away from the wreckage of our life, and now, my ex-fiancée, who thought she held all the cards, is about to learn that a Vanderbilt, scorned and humiliated, doesn't just break—he rebuilds, he retaliates, and he truly lives, with a new bride and a new empire, leaving her with nothing but regret. Saved a Life, Lost My Name
Young Adult Our small house always felt heavy with unspoken things.
Today, it felt sharp, like a shard of glass against my skin.
Grandma Susan, my only comfort, hummed softly outside.
A cold dread, my familiar "knowing," whispered of coming disaster.
Then I saw it: a sleek cougar, yellow eyes fixed on Grandma.
I called my father, a deputy, begging for help.
He was at the fair with Jessica, his favored daughter, and scoffed.
"You're just trying to spoil her fun," he laughed.
The town watched as I fought alone, risking everything to save Grandma from the attacking beast.
My own father never came.
His furious colleagues returned, reporting his indifference.
Jessica, my stepsister, gloated about *our* shared birthday, her annual cake mocking my lifelong neglect.
Later, I found the cougar’s secret: a tiny cub, Jessica’s cruel trophy, hidden in our shed.
I led the enraged mother cougar away, deep into the woods, knowing I was marked.
Scratched and terrified, I returned only for my father to publicly grab and slap me.
“You’re a disgrace, Emily!” he raged, just as the cougar lunged directly at *me*.
Why did this beast hunt me?
Why did my own father constantly poison my existence, always protecting Jessica’s malicious whims?
Then, a crumpled envelope revealed a full university scholarship.
He had hidden it.
As his monstrous lies about Jessica, the cub, and a lifetime of dark family secrets unraveled, everything I believed combusted.
My mother’s eyes, finally truly seeing me, filled with a dawning, terrifying horror.
And then, the gunshots shattered the night. The Day Her Heart Died, His Empire Fell
Romance Ellie, a woman who sacrificed her dreams for her husband Marcus's tech empire, NovaCore, receives a devastating diagnosis: late-stage pancreatic cancer.
As she grapples with her mortality, she confronts Marcus about his escalating infidelity with Chloe Sanders and his cold indifference towards her.
Instead of comfort, Marcus dismisses her pain and accuses her of dramatics, even suggesting she "die to get his attention."
The grim reality of her impending death forces Ellie to face the harsh truth of her broken marriage and her husband's betrayal.
She prepares for her final farewell, arranging her cremation and cutting ties with the life that has only brought her heartache.
Even as she weakens, Chloe's malicious taunts continue, culminating in the cruel demolition of Ellie and Marcus's first home—their symbol of innocent love and shared dreams.
In her final moments, Ellie leaves Marcus a signed divorce paper and a journal entry wishing she had never met him, asserting that he destroyed her and took everything.
Overcome by guilt and a terrifying vision of Ellie’s death, Marcus tries to atone by rebuilding their first home and showering the "resurrected" Ellie with love and attention, believing he has been given a second chance.
However, his manufactured reality shatters on their 20th anniversary when a ghostly Ellie reveals the devastating truth: he's been living a hallucination, a desperate dream to escape his grief and the consequences of his actions.
As his dream collapses, Marcus loses everything – NovaCore, his fortune, and his sanity – ultimately vanishing, a ghost forever haunted by the woman he destroyed and the love he could never reclaim. You might like
After My Death, I Became A Genius
Cerise R. Wood Veronica Demoore was the girl everyone despised.
Mocked for her weight, humiliated for her grades, and crushed beneath a brutal home life, she lived every day as the target of ridicule-until the day she couldn't bear it anymore.
The world thought Veronica died that night.
But when she opens her eyes again. someone else is looking through them.
Savanna.
A woman once raised in the shadows of a powerful organization. A genius trained to survive, manipulate, and dominate. In her previous life, she had wealth, intelligence, and strength. In this one, she has none of those things-only Veronica's broken body and shattered reputation.
But weakness is temporary.
Bullies who once laughed at Veronica soon discover the girl they tormented is no longer the same.
Her mind is sharper. Her gaze is colder. And the quiet girl they used to push around now carries a dangerous confidence.
As Savanna begins transforming Veronica's life piece by piece-losing weight, exposing enemies, and rising to the top of the school-the truth behind her rebirth slowly unfolds.
Because Savanna didn't die by accident. And the people who killed her are still out there. This time, she won't be their victim. This time- she's coming for everything. My Vengeful Husbands Demand A Remarriage
Zhao Da I survived ten years in the apocalypse, only to transmigrate into the body of the most despised woman in the Galactic Empire.
When I opened my eyes, I was holding a bloody whip, straddling a beastman husband the original owner had just tortured.
The mechanical system in my head immediately issued a death sentence.
"In two months, your trial marriage ends. Your six abused husbands will be legally permitted to tear you apart."
The original host was an absolute monster. She beat them, starved them, stole their meager military stipends for luxury goods, and even sent two of them to a deadly alien warzone just to impress her high-society friends.
Now, I was left with her massive debts, a blocked power core, and the terrifying reality of six powerful, vengeful beastmen plotting my murder in the basement.
I inherited all her sickening sins, and the crushing weight of their justifiable hatred felt like a suffocating nightmare.
How was I supposed to survive when the people I lived with were just waiting for the legal countdown to snap my neck?
But an apocalypse survivor doesn't just roll over and die.
I pawned the original's useless designer bags, bought the highest-grade nutrient solutions, and called my would-be murderers into the living room.
"I know you hate me, and you have every right to," I told them calmly.
"We are getting a divorce." Marked by the Monsters I Created
Lila Maya Cross woke up in a nightmare-trapped in the body of a sadistic villain who'd tortured five powerful beastmen into submission.
Good news? She finally had the power to break their bonds and set them free.
Bad news? They were stranded on a dying ship surrounded by Zerg swarms, with zero rescue coming.
The first was Caleb, a snake beastman whose red eyes burned with pure hatred. Every time he looked at her, she saw the memory of chains and venom extraction.
The second was Finn, an aquatic beastman whose scales she'd ripped off one by one. He could barely stand to be in the same room without his hands shaking with rage.
The third was Sage, a griffin beastman she'd tormented so badly he barely went a day without fresh wounds.
The fourth was Hunter, a lion beastman she'd mocked relentlessly, calling his beast form hideous and grotesque.
The fifth was Jasper, a fox beastman whose face she'd scarred so badly he'd lost his consortium inheritance.
"Protect me until I find my father," Maya told them, drawing her own blood, "and I'll give you what you need to break our bond."
Caleb laughed bitterly. "Since when do you make deals instead of demands?"
"Since we're all dead if we don't work together."
But when survival depends on trust, can a torturer become a savior-or will her victims choose revenge over rescue? Apocalypse Rebirth: My Gold-Eating System
Quye Xiaofang She died in the apocalypse-betrayed, abandoned, and torn apart by the infected.
Then she woke up. Two months before the end of the world. Twenty-two years old again. And on her wrist, a wooden bracelet that her mother had left behind.
The bracelet came with a system. A system that eats gold.
With enough gold, she can unlock infinite storage for food, water, weapons-anything she needs to survive. The super-hurricane, the floods, the insect plagues, the volcanic winter, the scorching heat... she knows exactly what's coming.
While the world sleeps, Joanna shops. She drains her aunt's bank account, maxes out every loan she can find, and buys out half the city. The apocalypse is coming. She'll be ready.
But when the chaos begins, the wolves come crawling back-relatives who sold her, friends who betrayed her, a father who abandoned her. They want her food. Her water. Her mercy.
Joanna has a different plan.
"Why don't you decide who dies first?" Reborn To Ruin My Betraying Fiancé
Benjamen Ernst Caryn lay trapped beneath concrete slabs in the apocalyptic ruins, a steel rebar pinning her down, the pressure unbearable.
Her fiancé, Ford, knelt in the narrow gap above her, completely unharmed.
"Sorry, babe. It's a new world. Survival of the fittest."
He sneered, twisting the cap off their last bottle of purified water. He drank it all, wiped his mouth with a clean hand, and told her she would just waste it.
He had manipulated her into signing over her uncle's house-her only defensible shelter-just to sell it for cash.
Now, as a violent aftershock made the rubble groan and shift, Ford scrambled away without a single backward glance.
For five brutal years of starvation and injury, she had clung to him and her grandmother's antique locket, only to meet her end betrayed and full of agonizing regret.
Why had she been so foolish to trade her survival for a lie?
A gasp of frigid air flooded her lungs, and her eyes flew open to a smooth, white ceiling.
She wasn't in the dusty ruins; she was in her pristine silk bed sheets.
She grabbed her phone, her hands trembling as she stared at the date on the screen.
It was exactly thirty days before the world would crack apart.
She looked at the silver locket in her hand, a diamond-hard rage crystallizing in her chest.
This time, she would activate its secret, and she would strip Ford and his family of everything before the apocalypse even began. The Alpha Marshal's Regretful Annulment
Sibeal Sallese In my past life, I drugged the Imperium's most powerful Marshal, hoping to force a marriage to save my royal family from ruin.
But the cheap pheromone inducer triggered his catastrophic beast-form rampage, and my stepsister intentionally led the press to our hotel room to catch me in the act.
I became the empire's biggest joke overnight.
The Marshal's family crushed what was left of my reputation, and my own mother, the Queen, immediately stripped me of my royal title to save her own skin.
I was locked away in a mental institution for years, drowning in millions of debt, while my stepsister took my place and everything I owned.
I died alone, ridiculed and completely abandoned.
Until my dying breath, I couldn't understand why my own family set me up to take the fall, or why my desperate sacrifices only earned me their absolute disgust.
Opening my eyes again, I was back in that hotel room, the beastly Marshal growling in the bathroom.
This time, instead of crawling to him begging for love, I grabbed a military-grade suppressant and stabbed it into his neck.
Then, I sat amidst the wreckage and calmly waited for my stepsister and the reporters to burst through the door.
"I am not your prey, and I am not your cure."
This time, I would sever my ties with the royal family myself and use my future knowledge to make them all pay. The Game She Played
Call Me Cutie The doctor's words echoed, a distant hum, yet crystal clear: "Congratulations, Mrs. Prescott, you're pregnant!" My husband Ethan beamed beside me, his grip on my hand tightening, a wide, genuine smile lighting his face – the kind of pure joy I hadn't seen in far too long. He pulled me into a hug, his voice booming with happiness that filled the sterile room.
But a cold dread pierced me, deeper than any clinic air conditioning. This exact moment. I remembered it.
In my last life, this pregnancy, this supposed joy, became the very weapon they used against me. Chloe, Ethan's first choice, the woman he was supposed to marry, had returned. She feigned concern, using her 'wellness expertise' facade to get close. She then whispered poison in Ethan' s ear, painting me as a burden, before orchestrating my 'accident' – a fall that led to the tragic loss of my child, and soon after, my own broken, wasted death. I could still hear Chloe's voice, soft and venomous, as I lay bleeding: "You were always beneath us, Ava. Just in the way."
That memory burned, a raw wound in my soul. The sheer injustice of their cruelty, the depths of their betrayal, still sent ice through my veins. How could I have been so naive, so easily discarded? The confusion, the despair from that past life resurfaced, potent and suffocating.
But this time, I was ready. The knowledge wasn't a shroud, but a shield. I blinked, forcing a fragile smile. My new goal was clear, etched in the pain of my past: survive, protect my child, and utterly destroy them. Beyond the Billionaire's Shadow
Lila The air in the small living room was thick, heavy, mirroring the cold dread gripping my stomach.
My father, Richard, cleared his throat, his eyes avoiding mine, avoiding my mother' s.
"Emily, the papers are signed," he said, his voice flat.
"It's done."
He then looked at me and my younger sister, Jessica.
"Girls, you need to decide. Who you want to live with."
I was Sarah, and this was my second chance, my second life.
The memories of the first one were branded into me.
Jessica, beside me, shifted, her eyes holding a greedy flicker I recognized from before-she remembered a life she called poor, a life she hated.
"I choose Dad," Jessica said, her voice far too quick, too eager.
"Victoria will be pleased," Richard affirmed, a thin smile on his face.
Victoria Sterling.
The tech billionaire, my future stepmother, her name a scar.
In my first life, she had chosen me.
I remembered the endless lessons, the cold praise, the constant pressure to be perfect.
She broke me down, piece by piece, until Jessica, twisted by Victoria' s influence, ended my life.
No.
Not again.
My father urged me to be "sensible," to consider the "opportunities" Victoria offered.
Jessica scoffed, "You're an idiot, Sarah. You want to stay in this dump? With her?"
She chose the fire, thinking it was gold, unaware of the torment that awaited her.
But I knew the price.
I looked at my mother, her eyes full of pain, but also a quiet strength I hadn't truly seen before.
This time, I would protect her.
I would protect myself.
"I choose Mom," I declared, my voice clear and firm, irrevocably altering the script of my reborn life. Her Gift, Her Curse, Her Redemption
Bing Caratozzolo Sarah Miller, with her uncanny gift of foresight, was a sensation.
Her "Sarah Sees" livestream, broadcast from her humble Vermont farmhouse, brought comfort and answers to thousands.
She was a rising star, a rare and authentic voice in the world of online spiritual guidance.
But then, out of nowhere, an old childhood acquaintance, Jessica Evans, appeared.
"Mystic Jess," she called herself, launching a strikingly similar channel.
Whispers of Sarah being a "copycat" began, subtly fueled by Jessica and an influential local figure, Alex Peterson.
The online comments turned vicious, branding Sarah a "fraud" and "liar."
Her followers evaporated, her income vanished.
The local community, once supportive, grew cold, and the stress bled into her family's life.
Then came the vandalism, spray-painted threats, culminating in a confrontation that tragically led to her father's fatal heart attack.
I watched my family shatter, my life ruined, all by someone who seemed to mimic my every move, even my private thoughts, always one step ahead.
How could Jessica know what I was about to say or do before I even did it?
My own gift, once so clear, became a dark, confusing static whenever I tried to foresee anything about Jessica or my grim future.
It made no sense.
Crushed by grief and public scorn, wishing for an end to it all, I closed my eyes.
A snap, a void, then a gasp.
I opened them to find sunlight streaming through my old bedroom window, my laptop waiting-showing the exact date I launched my first livestream.
I was back.
And I wouldn't let it happen again. My Foster Parents' Fatal Mistake
Eduino Aitchison An MIT acceptance letter lay on my desk, a full-ride scholarship, my ticket to a dazzling future far from my foster home.
But my foster father, Rufus, scoffed, his voice flat: "You're not going."
Instead, he' d arranged a "tech internship" out West, promising big money and opportunities, while my foster mother, Sylvia, faked a panicked "premonition" about a bus crash to dissuade me.
They were lying. I knew it. All of it.
Because I had lived this day before, died a horrific death on a cold metal table, betrayed by the very people who claimed to be my family.
This time, I was ready. I swallowed my fury, faked compliance, and prepared to rewrite my destiny. 
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