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The Hero Andert. A great swordsman who ended the great war by sacrificing himself. One of the rare heroes… But he was actually a woman disguised as her dead younger brother. That was me. But... "Huh?" Did I just come back to life four years after my death? All I had was my body, so there was only one way to survive. Becoming a maid. “You’ve never worked as a maid before this, so what have you been doing all this time?” “Jobless.” “What motivated you to apply for this job?” “Money.” “What kind of mansion would you like to work in?” “A mansion that is so hard to work in and so nasty that we don’t even know if it’ll be cleaned if we both work and die.” “What kind of employer do you want?” “A vicious employer that terrorizes their employees.” That way I won’t get laid off since I’m the only one you can work with. “…” The interviewer looked at me like I was crazy. --- Here, I will start anew. Not as the Hero Andert or my deceased little brother. But as the maid Daisy.

“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.

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?

I came to Isla Seraphine to save lives—not to get tangled up with Adrian Valcrosse, the arrogant, breathtaking heir who makes my blood pressure spike every time he opens his mouth. He’s heat wrapped in a tailored suit. Danger disguised as control. And I swear he was put on this island specifically to test my patience. But then the storm hits. The kind that doesn’t give you choices. One night. One sea cave. One fire. One bed. One impossible man whose touch burns straight through every barrier I thought I had. What happens between us isn’t soft. It’s consuming. Forbidden. A line I swore I’d never cross… and can’t take back once I do. I came to the Lyris Isles for peace. I found the one man who could ruin me… or save me.

She possessed Daphne, the evil woman who died while obsessing over her fiancée. After all, she drank poison after being informed of the breakup but came back to life. 'I can't give up, let's live first and see what happens!' She urgently concocted an antidote for the pain in her throat and it turned out to be strangely effective? Moreover, it tasted good? After possessing Daphne, she stumbled upon a fantastic business idea. Screw the original and throw it away, she was going to live a comfortable life in a faraway place, but-- "Watch where you're going! Witch, do you have eyes?" "W-Who doesn't have eyes?" Pretending to hate Daphne on the surface, in reality, he liked her more than anyone else. She became a hero after saving two twin cousins from a crisis. "Thank you. As an outsider, I'm truly grateful." "If you don't mind... can you bless our child?" "You should have a proper land to do business." "I've made a rare good choice, so I'll give my blessing as the head of the family." By some twist of fate, even the reserved and awkward family members ended up sobbing, and they managed to mend their strained relationship. Though... "It's strange. When I'm with you, the world doesn't seem so bad." Luciel, the Grand Duke who had become her business partner, was so naive that she worried about his capabilities. "There's delicious food right in front of you, so why do you insist on eating something so bitter?" Wearing a beautiful disguise as if it were nothing and sweetly coaxing me, the Grand Duke, who was frail yet full of charm and kindness, was actually the villain all along.

They dressed me in white as though the color could protect me. As though purity could shield me from a man whose name the world spoke in fear. When I walked down the aisle, my groom stood waiting—tall, unmoving, a figure carved from shadow. A silver mask concealed his face, hiding whatever lay beneath. He never spoke, not when our hands touched, not when the priest asked for vows. The silence between us was not emptiness—it was power. They called him the Silent Groom. To the outside world, he was a figure of dread. Men stepped aside when he entered a room, and women crossed themselves when they heard his name. But behind that mask was something more dangerous than cruelty. He had orchestrated everything. The swift, strange courtship. The wedding no one dared to question. Even the veil I wore was his command—so that in his presence, my face would belong to him alone. The carriage carried me from the cold chapel to his sprawling estate—a gothic manor of towering stone, where shadows clung to the walls like secrets. The rules were simple that his assistant told me: Not to enter his wing. Not to speak to him. Not to appear in front of him or even cross his path. I thought he wanted distance. But I felt his presence everywhere. In the gifts left on my bed—he knew my size, my favorite colors, the things that I had never told a soul. In the way the halls seemed to watch me. In the portraits I found hidden in his forbidden wing… all of me, painted long before we met. I often took his silence for absence. But in this manor, silence was the echo of him, wrapping itself around me. And though he would not touch me, I could feel his claim in every breath. He was the darkness at my back. The vow unspoken but binding. I was his from the moment I stepped into the church. I just didn’t know about it.

When Myrren Vale is summoned to the royal palace, she expects suspicion. She expects secrets. She does not expect him. In the kingdom of Eirden—where magic hums beneath silk and every smile hides a blade—Myrren serves as a scentcrafter, trained in herbs, toxins, and the silent truths that cling to blood. The court wants her quiet. The crown wants her gone. But Prince Thane… sees her. Golden, gracious, and far too kind for the thorns surrounding his throne, he draws her into the palace’s glittering heart—offering warmth, safety, and something dangerously close to belonging. Yet not all eyes in the palace are kind. The king’s ward, Lord Corven, watches her with unreadable silence—as if her very breath carries a truth he cannot ignore. When nobles begin to die and the scents on their corpses whisper of poisons Myrren once crafted, she realizes the greatest danger is not the court’s corruption, nor the ancient power stirring awake beneath its stones. It is what love makes you blind to.

The world was no longer as peaceful as it had once been. Monsters roamed everywhere, hunter schools had replaced traditional classes, and dungeon portals were popping up at random! "Alright, everyone," chirped Professor Grish. "Your mission is to clear all the dungeon floors. Train hard! Grow strong! And when you finally reach the top floor…" She paused dramatically. The class fell silent as she pointed at a hologram. An SSS-Class Abomination known as Leviathan appeared. Lev gulped. That's……him.

Comedy manga blogger Zhou Qingluo suddenly died after staying up late writing jokes. He woke up and found himself in the body of the substitute for the white moonlight of the rich and powerful villain, Song Ling. Song Ling had a miserable childhood where his father didn't love him and his mother didn't care for him. He grew up gloomy and paranoid, and the only clean, untouched place in his heart was his white moonlight. But the white moonlight ran away. So Song Ling went completely crazy. When he went mad, he recognized no one. Though highly intelligent, he spent all his time stirring the pot. Zhou Qingluo: "..." Poor guy. The original body didn’t even know he was just a substitute. Spoiled by Song Ling’s affection, he used him to rake in money and support a pretty boy on the side. When Song Ling found out, he kicked him out. In retaliation, the substitute exposed all of the bad things Song Ling had done. “…” What kind of mutual-destruction plot was this? Zhou Qingluo thought about it. Fine, he didn't need a pretty boy, but could he still take the money...? When Zhou Qingluo transmigrated, it was right after the white moonlight had left. Song Ling was drunk, clutching him tightly, red-eyed and hoarse as he cried out the white moonlight’s name: “Please… don’t go. Don’t leave me.” Zhou Qingluo gasped out a breath, "Baby, I won't go! Whoever leaves is a dog! But can you please let go—everything's over if you strangle me to death!” *** Song Ling felt that since he lived in the mire, he had to drag everyone else to the abyss with him. Until someone came over and seriously told him, "You can't just always stare into the abyss. Try rolling your eyes at it sometimes."

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?

They called her a curse. She made it a weapon. ​Alanah is the shadow that protects a town that fears her more than the monsters she slays. Her crimson eyes have branded her an outcast, her only purpose a thankless, bloody duty. But when a brutal betrayal leaves her exiled and alone, she is captured by a society that commands the very dragons she has sworn to destroy. ​Dragged to a hidden sanctuary where monsters are allies and enemies are saviors, Alanah is trapped in a war she never knew existed. To survive, she must unlearn a lifetime of hatred and unravel the lies at the heart of her cursed world... or become the monster they always said she was. UPDATES: Monday

Written in a way that is (hopefully) fandom blind friendly! Violet Evergarden finds herself taking an unexpected assignment as a handmaiden for Miss Isabella York while she attends a prestigious women's academy. It's a far cry from Violet's typical work writing letters and made more complicated by the secrets they must keep. This story is a re-imagining of the movie Violet Evergarden: Eternity and the Auto Memory Doll. It explores what might happen if Violet walked a different path and eventually reciprocated Amy's feelings. The story will go beyond their time at the school and expand on the adversity they have to overcome if they want to be together. (Adult chapters are optional and in the extras)

When the cursed bell tolls, someone dies. This time… it’s coming for me. I never believed the town’s legends—not until the night a crow dropped a thin metal strip at my feet with my name carved into it. Since then, every toll has brought frost-script warnings, eerie deaths, and a shadowed boy who appears out of nowhere… always right before things go wrong. Callen Roe. Bound to the bell. Dangerous, magnetic, impossible to trust. And somehow always a step ahead of my fate. Then there’s Ezra Quinn—my oldest friend. Steady. Safe. Except lately he watches me like he’s afraid of losing something he never said out loud. Jealousy is unraveling him, and I don’t know how to stop it. As the debt ledger awakens and classmates start vanishing, I’m pulled—along with a handful of survivors—into a deadly game against the cult that forged the curse. The bell demands payment. The ledger keeps writing. And every new secret points back to me. Caught between two boys and hunted by an ancient debt, I’m running out of time. I have one impossible choice: Break the ledger… or pay with my life.

❝She was just a girl trying to survive. He was never supposed to care.❞ In the underbelly of Trilen Country—a place where justice is weak, and corruption runs deep—twenty-year-old Elishia lived an unremarkable life. Orphaned, broke, and trying to build a future through community college, her biggest worry used to be making rent. Until one night, she was taken. Dragged into a world of human trafficking, underground auctions, and mafia power games, Elishia finds herself branded as property—waiting to be sold to the highest bidder. But when a violent explosion shatters the auction and chaos erupts, she's saved by the last person she expected: a trafficker with blood on his hands… and something strange in his eyes. Now wounded and on the run, Elishia must navigate a world of shifting loyalties, buried secrets, and the blurry line between captor and protector. Can she survive long enough to reclaim her freedom? Or is she already entangled in something far more dangerous?

"It took me a while to get condoms." Anna was taken aback by the unexpected words. "I have two condoms." "I'm afraid that won't be enough." "How many times are you going to…?" Luciano cupped Anna's face in his hands and kissed her as she murmured in surprise. His lips smelled of wine as he deepened the kiss. He said, "Put your palms out." With a puzzled expression on her face, Anna held out her hands in front of her. Then, Luciano pulled out an uncountable number of condoms from his pocket and dropped them onto Anna's hand. Several piles of condoms fell to the floor. 'Take them and wait for me on the bed,” he said. "Isn't this too much…?" Anna was speechless as Luciano swiftly removed his clothes. Standing naked under the light, his arousal was evident. "I'll indulge you as much as you desire, Bella." Anna. The name Anna held little significance. Nor was Anna's presence in the family. It was only after she found herself alone that she embarked on the journey she had longed for. Yet, right from the start of her journey, she became entangled in an unfortunate affair. At that pivotal moment when she was on the brink of giving up on everything, a man she had just met extended his hand to her. She knew all too well that accepting the hand of someone who offered it freely could be dangerous. However, she felt like it would be fine if it was that man.

Saintess Constance wakes up in a glass coffin with the words “That’s not my name” on her lips. Looking around at the people diligently praying to her, she has the sudden, horrible feeling that this fact is the least of their concerns. Forced into a quest with the only qualified person to slay demons, a handsome if mouthy duke, she has no choice but to keep praying. Too bad that’s all she knows how to do. “Dear Goddess,” she beseeches with all her heart, “do something useful.” A creature made from nightmares goes flying past behind her with a crash. “I’ll kill you all!” The handsome duke screams like a lunatic, sword held high and chasing it. She continues to pray harder.