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“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?

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.

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.

I came to Seraphine to escape. A burned-out doctor, done with arrogant men and the kind of power that kills. Then I met Adrian Valcrosse. Heir to the island. Arrogant. Infuriating. Too handsome for his own good. The kind of man I swore I’d never want. We clash in boardrooms. We fight on the docks. He makes me furious enough to shake, and then he kisses me like he owns the storm. One night in a sea cave changes everything. His hands on my skin, his mouth at my throat, his voice wrecked when he begs me to say yes. I should hate him. Instead, I burn for him. He’s danger in a suit, temptation wrapped in duty. I tell myself I can’t fall, but every time he touches me, I already am.

"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.

Exiled and marked as a curse, Alanah has built her entire life around a wall of solitude and suspicion. She is her people's shadow-protector, a ghost who fights the true monsters. Her world is simple, if brutal. Until he tears it all down. He appears, a living embodiment of her deepest fears and prejudices. He's an enigma she wants to despise, yet he holds the key to the mystery of the cursed moon that threatens to destroy everything. Forced to journey with him through a treacherous land, Alanah finds her hatred challenged at every turn. He is her enemy, but what if the greatest threat isn't his power, but the possibility that she might be wrong about him? UPDATES: Monday-Tuesday

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.

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.

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.

I woke up from my sleep, only to find myself trapped in an apocalyptic game. And of all things, it’s one where the protagonist is a hopeless and worn-out character with no dreams and aspirations who’s driven insane by repeated regressions! I can’t die in a place like this. I must see the ending and return home. To get back to my world, I needed the protagonist’s abilities. Since he’s just a game character anyway… I decided to use him. “I missed you, noona. I really missed you…” “…Why are you saying that all of a sudden? We’ve been together all this time.” “Please don’t throw me away. Okay? Don’t leave me behind. I’ll do better…” But this protagonist’s mental state was far too weak. And using his abilities drained his mental strength even more, making him cling to me even more. I had no choice. It’s not because he’s cute or anything; it’s for the sake of reaching the ending that I’m helping him recover. But instead of getting better… “Why do we need a plan? We’re not escaping anyway.” “Huh? What do you mean by that?” “You’ll stay with me, right? I only need you. Nothing else matters to me.” …Will I be able to return to my original world safely? *** “Think back to some happy memories.” He opened his mouth as if he’d calmed down a little while thinking about that. “Noona, the happiest memory for me was when I first met you.”

Reborn as a scorned noble with “useless” plant magic, she inherits a salt‑bitten coast riddled with pirates and bad soil. Everyone calls it hopeless. She calls it paradise. So she does what botanists do: test, train, and grow. Mangroves and windbreaks. Rain traps and smarter drills. Krav Maga for thirty‑five stubborn soldiers who don’t trust her yet. And love interests who can’t help but be drawn in: an illegitimate son with grudges, a foreign prince, a shrewd count, and the archduke’s heir—the empire’s most eligible bachelor, hiding secrets of his own. In the original story, she was meant to die in obscurity. This time, she’ll make the march a kingdom, one root and one fight at a time.

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.

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?

Lana never meant to stand out. But her silence made her a target, her intelligence sparked envy, and even her smile was met with hate. One day, she’s locked in a school bathroom—alone, hungry, and afraid. That night, everything falls apart. Her parents die in a car crash, and she returns home only to find their lifeless bodies. In the depths of grief, memories surface—of a girl in a novel who looks just like her. The same name, the same pain, the same fate. As the line between reality and fiction begins to blur, Lana faces a haunting question: Is this just a nightmare... or the beginning of another world?

Long ago, a witch’s love made the empire flourish—yet her betrayal gave birth to a curse. Burned at the stake by the man she trusted, she vowed his descendants would never escape her wrath. Three years after the destruction of Seraphin Village, a runaway girl named Aveline hides her past beneath a quiet life of labor. But when whispers of the Grand Duke’s household reach her, fate begins to stir once more. Drawn into the shadow of a bloodline bound by the witch’s curse, Aveline must choose between survival, truth, and a destiny written long before her birth.