osananajimi to doukyuusei

Being the best was normal for her. As effortless and easy as a breeze over still water. She'd successfully smoothed over the mishaps of her past in the minds of those around her to become the apple of their eyes. She created a perfect life through lies, deceit and a little help from her .................... abilities. When Diana arrives at the magical city of Vorantia, everyone is afraid of her. Everyone except an elf with emerald green eyes. Why? What is her connection to this boy? Why can she hear what he thinks? Why can she feel what he feels? As Diana is introduced into the world of magic, she discovers the secrets that this place holds. But some secrets are best left buried........ Her story is unfinished. Her tale untold. But then...... can a fairy tale be complete without a fairy? ********************EXCERPT************************* He stared intently at her face for a moment and his eyes widened in sudden dread. "You-y-you're one of t-them??" "One of who?" "You're a s-spy!" The fear in his face now mingled with indignation. "Don't play games with me! I k-know who you're with! I - I - I'm not scared of you!" "Look! I don't know where I am and I want to go home!" "Gurgof!!" He spat. "You have the audacity to come here after what your people did to us! To me!" His tone seethed with bitterness. "Who else did you come to target? Who else will you take from me?" "Relax, okay! I came here by mistake. Just tell me how to get home and I'll be gone." Diana put up her hands defensively, alarmed by the sudden change in the boy's demeanour. There were angry tears in his vivid green eyes and his whole body shook with emotion. "You will not go anywhere." His voice was very faint. "You will not succeed again." His hands balled into fists. "You will pay the price of their crime!" he screamed, before launching himself towards her.

Ever just woke up and wondered to yourself 'What the fuck', yea me too... seriously though. I died, or so I thought. Apparently not, now I have to figure everything out about this new world while avoiding dying for 'real'; I guess next time might be my last.

The world is dying. From the depths of the killing fields, a soldier rises. Though seemingly insignificant, his actions are tied to the very fate of the world. Will he pull it back from the brink, or push it over into oblivion?

How to be the man

Rosalyn always loved the idea of a peaceful life, but that not what fate had for her. After having some fun with an assassin, she founds herself in the middle of a silent war fought between two organisations. When even the police won’t intervene, will she get out of it alive? Not only has she been put in grave danger, but also an assassin courts her? Just when everything couldn’t get worse... but is it that bad?

"En este juego de ajedrez solamente habrá un ganador y créeme que yo nunca pierdo" Atte: The Devil's Daughter

Rosalia Hemera Lycoris, a daughter, a princess, and also a wife. From the moment she was born, no one had given her love. Her father despised her and her lover was on the same page. She grew up unloved, but the moment she regressed, she has two choices; to run away from everything or to seek revenge? Which will she choose? And will their relationship mend?

Era un super experto que, debido a aceptar una herencia, experimentó una transformación física que puso su vida en riesgo. Para extender su vida, el rey regresó...

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!

Shocking! The rough husband is the hidden master in the time-travel novel. She is the sacrificial victim for the male lead's pursuit of true love, the pitiful person who transforms grief and indignation into motivation, the obsessive person who constantly wants to slap the male lead's face with money, the lemon essence contrasting the female lead’s gentleness and generosity. Xu Qinghuan: Emma, is this talking about me? Xu Qinghuan transmigrated into a book, into a time-travel novel written by her best friend, where her father died early, her mother remarried, and she was raised in her second uncle's home since childhood. Her cousin and fiancé are entangled? "Break off the engagement, whoever wants the central air conditioner can take it!" Her biological mother manipulates her with work? Isn't it just going to the countryside? The Great Northeast's black land is fertile, where every year you can lie on the heated kang and eat for half the year. Which corporate slave wouldn’t love it? Most importantly, there is a big shot she wants to cling to. Jiang Xingye is someone that even the male lead admires, the future global richest man, the hidden master in the book. After going to the countryside, Xu Qinghuan goes straight to Jiang Xingye. Her original plan was to be a little follower for the big shot and never thought of developing an inappropriate relationship with him. When the man gruffly raises his eyebrows and coaxingly tells her to hold on a little longer, she only wants to ask: What about being wealthy and detached? What about having a strong career ambition and no time for romance? What about being a 007 workaholic who doesn’t even return home?