Holiday Hockey Tale: The King's Gambit
Clara Vance is a walking disaster, a campus curse just trying to survive her last 155 days of university. With a past forged in the foster system and a mind that wanders, her only goal is to graduate and disappear. But a single moment of courage changes everything. When she saves a little boy from a speeding car, she’s offered a job she can’t refuse: a thousand dollars a week to be his nanny. It's a lifeline, a dream come true. There's just one problem. Her new boss is Caleb Sterling. The cold, arrogant king of the campus. The star ice hockey player known as "The Icebreaker." The man who looks at her with nothing but contempt. Forced into the gilded cage of his family's world, Clara finds herself trapped with the one person she despises. He thinks she's a clumsy nobody; she thinks he's a heartless jerk. But the more time they spend together, the more the ice between them begins to crack.
The Boss's Favorite: The Undercover Wife Can't Escape
I approached the man who controlled the dark nights of Southeast Asia with a mission. He gave me a warmth and affection I had never known, leaving me torn between duty and genuine affection. When my boss threatened my parents' lives, I had no choice but to personally lead him into the ambush. He saw through the deception, yet confined me to his side: "If you don't cherish my love, then taste my hatred." When I thought my life was doomed, he fought back with blood, rescuing my parents from the encirclement. Under the moonlight, he wiped away my tears and said solemnly, "The threats are gone, the obstacles cleared." "Evelyn, now all you need is to love me."
Mafia's Vow: Tainted Saint
To avenge his brother's death, Luciano Vetrano, the ruthless head of the Vetrano family, devises a plan more cruel than death itself. He won't take his enemy's life, but his soul—by claiming the one thing his rival cherishes most: his secret, illegitimate daughter, Sofia. He thought she was just a tool, a fragile pawn in his brutal game. He was wrong. Sofia is no damsel in distress. She is a wild fox armed with thorns, trading her own freedom to protect her innocent sister. Forced into his gilded cage, she meets his every act of humiliation with a sharper tongue and an unbreakable will. But when his calculated cruelty ignites a scorching, undeniable desire, the lines between hatred and obsession blur. He wanted to break her, but he might just find that she is the one who will shatter him. He chose the wrong girl, and now, there's no turning back.
Surviving the Horror Livestream
Aiden Shaw is a failure. His haunted house is a joke, and he's one missed payment away from losing everything. Desperate to save his pathetic livestreaming career, he accepts a strange, free smartphone from a cryptic undertaker. The phone comes with a single, un-deletable app: Veilstream. The moment he goes live, his audience explodes. But his new viewers aren't all living. The biggest donations come from the dead—vengeful spirits who offer him a fortune to investigate their own unsolved murders. Each livestream isn't an exploration; it's a "Scene Replay," plunging Aiden into the terrifying final moments of the victim's life, forcing him to survive the crime as it happens again. To stay alive, he must use his sharp medical knowledge to outwit phantom killers and solve puzzles live on stream. But success comes at a price. With every ghost he helps, a "Death Miasma" clings to him, slowly eroding his connection to the living world and making him a beacon for darker things. As he unravel
『貧乏OL、死にゲー転生でタワマンを買う
佐藤雛子（さとう ひなこ）、24歳。派遣社員、彼氏なし、貯金なし。唯一の夢は、東京のタワーマンションを買って、悠々自適な生活を送ること。 そんな平凡な彼女が手に入れたのは、物語の「モブ悪役」になって派手に散ることで、視聴者から大金が稼げる【物語没入型チャンネル】だった！ 「夢のタワマン購入のためなら、どんな作戦（ミッション）でもこなしてみせます！」 冷徹な生徒会長に土下座で告白？ エルメスがかかってるなら、喜んで！ 鬼畜社長の高級ベッドにケチャップで落書き？ タワマンの頭金のためなら、芸術的に！ 世界を救う未来のエージェントを演じる？ お金さえ貰えれば、なんだってやります！ 雛子の目的はただ一つ――派手に死んで、稼いで、現実世界に逃げ帰ること。 なのに、死ぬはずのミッションをこなせばこなすほど、なぜか攻略対象（ヒーロー）たちから異常なほど執着されるようになってしまい……！？ 「君は、未来から僕を救うために来たんだろ？」 （いえ、あなたの命より、あなたと一緒にいると発生する“10％割引”の方が大事です……） 世界を救っている（と勘違いされている）守銭奴ヒロインと、壮大な勘違いを続けるヒーローが繰り広げる、すれ違い満載の勘違いラブコメディ！
The Villainess Reads the Comments
My name is Scarlett Vanderbilt, and my life was written for me. As the heiress to a New York dynasty, my purpose was simple: be the beautiful, vicious fiancée to the brilliant Damien Blackwood, get spectacularly dumped for the sweet, innocent Lily, and then fade into obscurity as a cautionary tale. Everything was going according to plan—right down to the public humiliation and the stinging slap from the man who was supposed to be mine. But then, as I was plotting my suitably evil revenge, something impossible happened. A live stream of comments from another dimension appeared in my vision. [LOL, here we go. The classic villainess revenge plot. She's so basic.] [Can we fast-forward to the part where she fails miserably and he loves the heroine even more?] [This girl has the IQ of a designer handbag. How did she even get into Yale?] They told me I was a character in a cheesy romance novel. A villain destined to be a stepping stone. A joke. Well, this villain just read the comments.
Prisoner of Love: The Mafia Don's Treasured Darling
At my 20th birthday party, I kissed my godfather in public. He smashed the wine glass, blood mixed with wine dripped down, and that night he locked me in the top-floor suite. "Seraphina, you've crossed the line." He gripped my jaw, his eyes blazing with a terrifying intensity. But I know—this forbidden game was started by him. He taught me to hold the gun, but on the shooting range, he wrapped his arms around me from behind, his breath burning my ears. He slaughtered my entire family, yet now he offers me another's marriage. When I finally got pregnant with his child, I received evidence that he killed my biological father. On the rooftop, I asked him with a smile, 'Raising the daughter of your sworn enemy and getting her pregnant... Father, that must be quite a sense of accomplishment, right?' For the first time in his life, the man who controlled New York's night fell to his knees before me. Later, I disappeared with his child. Three years later, on a stormy night, he came knocking o
Forbidden Craving
One night of desperate indulgence with a faceless stranger was a mistake Clara was determined to forget. Until she came face-to-face with him at a family dinner. Damian Blackwood—powerful, elegant, and the legendary head of the family. He was also her new "uncle." And the man who had claimed her in the dark. He recognizes her. She knows nothing of their shared secret. What follows is a dangerous game of possession under the guise of family ties. He traps her in his gilded cage, intent on breaking her a-nd remaking her into a woman who belongs only to him. Every act of defiance only tightens her chains. But in this war of control, what happens when the prey he sought to break learns to bite back? When the master of the game meets a player he never anticipated? In a battle for ownership of her soul, the only rule is that he will not let her go.
Bullet Screen Survival: The Death Stream
What if death warnings weren't whispers, but scrolling comments only you could see? It’s half past midnight. A desperate knock on the door—a neighbor is dying. But a blood-red message is flashing in my vision: [DON'T OPEN. YOU'LL DIE.] They call it a hallucination. A breakdown from stress. My best friend thinks I'm losing my mind. My controlling ex-boyfriend insists on "caring" for me. And a trusted psychologist prescribes medication designed to make me "forget." Each death loop, each horrifying rebirth, pushes me further into a nightmare where I am the only one who sees the monsters. In a world where everyone I trust insists I'm insane, my only guidance comes from these anonymous, ghostly messages. But are they a lifeline, or part of a more sinister game? This isn't just a haunting; it's a conspiracy spun around my very mind, and every glitch in my reality pulls me closer to a devastating truth. In a reality woven trom lies, memory is a weapon. But what if the hand that broke it i
Moonlight Cage: The Obsessive Wolf King's Redemptive Love
The auction house lights were blinding as I was displayed before a room full of monsters. Wolf King Damien’s eyes locked onto me instantly, his voice cutting through all other bids: “She is mine.” That night, in a luxurious carriage, he bit into my neck and sealed a blood pact— “From your soul to your bloodline, you belong to me for eternity.” But I was determined to be the sand that slips through his grasp. Escape, caught. Escape again, dragged back again. He tore apart the attics I hid in, slaughtered the villages that sheltered me, and even when I leaped from a cliff in a feigned death, he dragged me back from the gates of hell itself. “Why won’t you just submit?” he demanded, his eyes burning with furious flames as he crushed the bones in my wrist. I laughed through tears: “Because all you’ve ever possessed is my shell.” All of the Northern Realm witnessed this brutal tug-of-war: An Alpha Wolf King lavished his prey with golden cages and chains, while the prey answered her hunte