Drama

I entered my favorite romance-fantasy novel, which I have read many times. Thanks to the body of a wealthy commoner, I bought the status of a fallen aristocrat, attended a noble family’s gathering and observed the romance of the characters in the original novel. I wanted to return to the real world after witnessing the ending. But somehow, even after the ending, I was not freed from the body I possessed and remained living in the original novel. As a result, I acquired the stories behind the scenes that I refused to comprehend. My favorite sub male lead, Caelus, has died. Living impoverished in the original work without him, I eventually fell ill and died. Now, I wanted to return to reality. However, the irony of fate has returned me to the end of the novel overnight. This is definitely… to save my beloved, right?

“You made me miserable.” My husband, Carlothian, loved the saint of the empire. After the ugly jealousy, what remained was the stigma of cursing the saint. It happened when I gave up everything after so much regret. “So the body I’m possessing is the villainess of the century who cursed the saint?” Oh come on, Not me. A singer who lost their voice in a car accident, ‘I,’ opened my eyes. With a body that could no longer sing, I intended to die just like that. “I won’t let you die.” My husband, who once loved the saint, is acting strange. Why now? I am not Ariadeline who was drowning in love. “What on earth are you thinking?” “I’m thinking of making you love me again.” Unlike my confused self, Carlothian smiled. “You already loved me once.” Since you already loved me once, won’t loving me twice be easier? The teary sound filled the room thickly.

Wang Dian passed through. He wore a suit and held a bottle of red wine in his hand. On the left was a group of ferocious generals with swords in their hands, and on the right were civil servants with long robes and wide sleeves. They all knelt down and called him “Your Majesty”. Wang Dian clenched the wine bottle in his hand and shouted at them to rise on their feet. At the start, it was still okay to be called the emperor. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the bedchamber, he saw a man who looked exactly like himself. “I didn’t know there was such a strange thing in this world.” The man raised his eyebrows and smiled. I originally wanted to go up to the Ninth Heaven to embrace the bright moon, but I didn’t expect you to lie drunk on top of the clouds. -A palace love story of a modern version overbearing president and an ancient version overbearing president. -Author: They look exactly the same.

The demon Ning Buwei was haughty and arrogant. With the Suzaku Sword drinking blood in the seventeen states. Everyone in the cultivation world was extremely terrified. The Chongzheng Alliance of 120 sects lay a siege, but rather than being defeated, he fell into the Endless River and disappeared. He woke up by the river, his Suzaku Sword shattered, his cultivation lost, and had an infant in his arms that was crying in hunger. Ning Buwei was born heartless and having no care of the world, he was about to throw it backhandedly, only to find out that this child was connected to his own blood and was truly his own son. The expression on the face of the great demon cracked. After narrowly escaping death, the once formidable demon was busy restoring his cultivation, repairing his precious sword, and…anxiously raising his son. His son was born with a golden core, but why should he cry or pee, and when he gets angry, a small foot can push his father, who has lost all his cultivation, three zhang away. The demon has had enough of the hard days of feeding rice paste and changing diapers every day all his life. By chance, he saw the mother’s figure in his son’s sea of consciousness – with a long, slim and graceful body as beautiful as a celestial being. Ning Buwei was sure that she must be very good at changing diapers. Then Ning Buwei, with a changed appearance, carried his son who was wetting the bed every day, entered the sect where the child’s mother was, and sent the child a thousand miles away. The taoist number one Wu Shi Sect’s Grand Master Uncle, Chu Jun, was in seclusion for five hundred years. As soon as he left, he was blocked at the entrance of the cave. Ning Buwei held his son and looked at the cold beauty in front of him who had no cultivation except for his beauty, his expression cracked once again. The child’s mother is a man. And it seems he doesn’t know how to change diapers at all. (Priority) Chu Jun looked at the young disciple in front of him, who had low cultivation, orphaned and helpless. Before he could speak, he was stuffed with a fat child in his arms. “Your son, “Chu Jun said his first sentence in five hundred years. “No, it’s your son.” Ning Buwei was resolute in answering. Later on. Ning Buwei: This child’s father has nothing but beauty. Chu Jun: This child’s father is useless except for being able to eat.

After a tragic accident that sent her back 843 years in time to the year 1179, in the Middle Ages, during the reign of Baldwin IV of Jerusalem, Kate Mitchell, a wealthy business tycoon in the pharmaceutical industry, a gifted ex-military, a pharmacologist and botanist, and a brilliant archer from 2022, wakes up as Lady Philippa, a pretty, innocent, frail, and proper young lady of House Antioch, with whom she shares nothing in common. She realised she had died on that day, and her soul travels back in time and takes over the body of Philippa, a helpless lady who would face tragedy, betrayal, and scandal before dying young and heartbroken. She chose to live as Philippa because she had a second chance at life and only one goal in mind: to live and survive at any cost. To succeed, she must thrive and learn to live in the Medieval era, where nothing is common for her, and, above all, she must avoid an arranged marriage, which will doom Phillipa to death after a terrible heartbreak. Lady Philippa, unfortunately, is about to be engaged to an unknown man, and she must devise a plan to prevent this from happening. Kate's background as an ex-military officer, pharmacologist, and botanist, as well as her limited knowledge of history, will be invaluable in surviving the historical mediaeval times when modern technology was out of reach. However, she requires the assistance of the reigning king, Baldwin IV, who is suffering from leprosy at the time. She'll have to take control of the situation. It is up to Kate's bravery and intelligence to find a way to persuade Baldwin IV to help her, and she has few options other than joining his royal court. Will the king accept her, or will she perish as the body's original owner? Will she be able to change her destiny? Alternatively, will she be able to find the love and family she seeks?

Elena had always believed in the slow burn — the kind of love that simmers quietly, steadily, and eventually boils over into something unshakable. That’s what she thought she had with Marcus. Six years, three apartments, a shared Spotify playlist, and one very stubborn golden retriever named Luna. Their life had been built piece by piece, like a quilt. Cozy. Familiar. Safe. Until it wasn’t. Suddenly, her world is torn apart as the Marcus' phone screen lights up with a message from another girl. Through heartbreak and pain, the world continues to turn. Then came Rowan. He was the new baker in town, with flour on his jeans and a crooked smile that tugged at something she thought she’d buried. He learned her rhythms. Her silences. Her laugh. One night, under a sky full of stars and the gentle hum of crickets, Elena looked at him across the porch and asked, “How do you know when something’s real?” Rowan leaned back, eyes reflecting moonlight. “When it doesn’t need to hurt to be worth it.” She reached for his hand. And just like that, the wildflowers bloomed again.