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“It’s still her.” Three words. That was all it took for the carefully constructed world of my last five years to shatter into dust at my feet. Zane didn’t even have the decency to look away as he said it. For twenty years, I had been the third wheel. The reliable shadow to Jovienne’s brilliant sun. I had buried my own feelings for Zane so deep I almost forgot they existed, only daring to dig them up and confess them after Jovi had left the country and broken his heart. We built a life. A marriage. I truly believed, in my foolish, hopeful heart, that it was my happy ending. Now Jovienne was back, and the illusion was gone. The love of my life saw me only as a consolation prize. As my world collapses, the last person I expect comfort from is her husband—a man as cold and polished as he is powerful. Vance sees the same betrayal in my eyes that he sees in his wife's. Leaning in, his voice a dangerous whisper, he proposed the unthinkable: "They are living in the past. Let's be each other's revenge. What do you say, Nerissa?" I should avoid at all costs. It was a game that could burn our broken worlds to the ground. But as I looked into his eyes and saw the same raw, humiliating betrayal reflected back at me, the answer poised on my lips wasn't "no." It was a terrifying, thrilling question. “What,” I whispered, my voice steadier than I felt, “did you have in mind?”

Thomas just wants to keep his skin intact during the System integration, and maybe carve out a life that's more interesting than the one he's had so far. When he steps inside a dungeon, he receives his magical gift: Every monster kill drops weapons, mana crystals, and powerful gear. While others struggle to survive in a new world, Thomas begins to build something far more dangerous: An advantage. What to expect: - Strategic, rational male MC. - LitRPG Apocalypse, but not grim-dark. - LOOT. SO MUCH LOOT. (Cover by: MiblArt)

Ella was a delusional woman. She spent her days grinding in her favorite MMO, on the off chance she got isekaid. She would play for hours every day while chugging energy drinks and hoping to make the strongest character possible. Well, maybe she wasn't so delusional after all? One fateful day, she had chugged one energy drink too many and died of a heart attack. "I can't believe it! I really became my witchpire character!" Cover Art: Tora San - https://vgen.co/ToraSan Typography: Pangmida - On ScribbleHub

After dying in a tragic accident, Michael Yoon wakes in a world of magic, transmigrated into the body of Beira Braemar, the daughter of a powerful duke. Stripped of her old life and trapped in a body that finally reflects the person she always knew herself to be, Beira must navigate noble politics, dangerous magic, and a future already decided for her, including an engagement to a prince she doesn't remember. But something is wrong. Memories that aren’t hers surface without warning. Magic responds to her in ways it shouldn’t and unseen forces are beginning to move behind the scenes. Forces tied to ancient powers, twisted bargains, and something far older than the kingdom itself. As Beira struggles to reconcile who she was with who she’s becoming, she must decide: Is she living someone else’s life, or finally claiming her own? (Updates Saturdays at noon cst.) (I am also releasing this story on Scribblehub and Royal Road.)

"Mom... Are you still watching over me?" Hi there! The name's nicole... I was told that this was supposed to be a story about my life? ...Haha... ... ... Anyways, im just your average girl, and im here to present to you my life! My mom wrote this specially for me! Ill show you how i see my world, so lets go! Author: Sora Aishi Character Artist: Sora and RenRen Translator: Sora (english and Tagalog) [Novel Cover Concept art: Sora Rendering: Renren] Proof reader: Sora Beta reader: Dence, Yuki Quality Checker: Sora Note: Born from grief, written for love, and inspired from a truth deeper than fact. This story is based on truths that grief can write. Sometimes, whats real and whats imagined often share the same heart.