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Seven years ago, after their breakup, he disappeared without a trace. Now, he reappeared on the eve of her wedding, sparing no means in forcing her to marry him… With a certificate of marriage, he bound her mercilessly to his side. From there, this “Cinderella” began her journey as a wife of the business empire’s heir... Mrs Huo - composed, sharp-tongued, and freakishly smart. Mr Qin - wife-spoiler to no end and a complete “slave” to their daughter. Quality love story, one on one. You are welcome to get hooked on this story with us. ——————————— TL's Note: Probably one of the best stories I've read, and I was very tempted to translate the title to Big D Brings Spring. Girls, I hope you enjoyed it as much as my girlfriend and my female translators who binge read 4000 chapters in about a month. For all the guys hesitating to give it a try, you won't regret it. It's a manly book, I swear.

He's a Fuckboy in flesh and blood. A typical man whore who screw every pretty girl he sees. Not until he was cursed by a girl who is actually a sorcerer. He made her fall for him, made empty promises, screw her endlessly and he left her with nothing. So she cursed him, turned him into an ugly duckling girl that everyone will be disgusted with. The curse will not disappear unless he find true love among his pals. Would there be even a chance to redeem himself or he will just remain in that ugly state?

There was a time before this. I cannot remember it clearly. It comes in fragments — the weight of power, a voice that once called my name, a pair of eyes I feel more than see. But the rest is mist. They say I am being punished. The System gives me no guidance. It does not speak unless it must. It does not comfort. It only instructs. [Task detected. Entering soul channel.] I wake in bodies that do not belong to me. A fallen young mistress. A nameless servant girl. A scapegoat disciple left to rot at the foot of a mountain. They are all women who died with unfinished fates. Each time, the System says I must live in their place and complete their stories. Restore what was stolen. Rewrite what was lost. And when I do… a token appears. I do not know how many I must collect. The System does not say. It only demands. I did not ask for this path. I do not walk it willingly. But there is something I am chasing — or perhaps, something chasing me. Sometimes, in the quiet moments between death and rebirth, I hear a voice. Sometimes, I feel a hand reaching out. Familiar. Warm. Longing. I do not know who he is. I do not know who I am. But when I gather the tokens, the dreams become clearer. The ache grows stronger. If the only way to return is forward, then forward I will go. Not for the System. Not for Heaven. But for the one who remembers me… even when I cannot remember myself.

In the polished halls of St. Briar’s Academy, secrets linger like shadows—and Amira Khan has learned to walk through both. Once quiet and brilliant, Amira’s life spirals after a betrayal by the one person she dared to trust—Kieran Ashford, the golden boy with a perfect smile and a ruthless lie. But Amira doesn't crumble. She recalculates. Now armed with intellect, rage, and a dangerously charming new ally, she’s ready to unravel the pristine world that chewed her up and spit her out. Friendships fracture, truths rot, and power games unfold as she navigates the dark side of love, reputation, and revenge. Will Amira burn her enemies to the ground—or become the monster they all fear?

I couldn't wait to tell my friend Julie all about the sexual spanking I'd been invited to witness. As I went into sordid detail about what I'd witnessed, I could see Julie was getting just as aroused as I was myself.<br><br>Then she wondered out loud how I thought it might feel to get spanked for pleasure. I thought she'd never ask.

Audrey is just an ordinary girl, miraculously admitted to the Royal Academy of Valthorne—a school reserved for the elite and their polished masks. She thought her greatest challenge would be surviving unnoticed… or uncrushed. Until two pairs of eyes found her. Those of Edward Whitmore, the minister’s son—arrogant, untouchable, and determined to break her. And those of a stranger from the shadows, with spectral blue eyes… come to claim her blood. Bodies are piling up in the city. The night whispers her name. Audrey has crossed a line she didn’t know existed. A pact has been made. He is hungry. And he has chosen her

Because I touched a dog that Ruoyao was fostering at our home, my husband punished me by making me sleep in the doghouse for a month. Even though I was shivering from the cold, he didn't allow me to take a blanket, only letting me hold the dog to sleep. Before long, half of Jiang City knew I was living and eating in the doghouse, mocking me as a woman who couldn't climb up the social ladder and could only enjoy herself with the dog. Even when I went to work, the walls of the company were plastered with AI-generated indecent photos of me and the dog. I intended to continue enduring it until I overheard a conversation between my husband and his friend. "Brother Sheng, although you married Song Yun and haven't even touched her, could you really be so heartless to drug her and make her consummate with the dog?" His tone was disdainful, as if he were talking about an ant. "Ruoyao said that since Song Yun touched her dog, she should be made the dog's wife." "That's a prize Doberman; even matching it with Song Yun is an injustice to the dog!"

Jaine gets reincarnated into another world and gets turned into a bird entity known as punapy. Explore the world as punapy deals with identity theft, hardship and much more...

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In the heart of Odessa, whispers grow louder about a man in the shadows dismantling the city’s darkest corners, one shattered rib at a time. He doesn’t fly. He doesn’t shoot lasers. He doesn’t even dodge. The locals call him Пьяный Кулак (P’yanyy Kulak) — “Drunken Fist, a ghost from nowhere who takes pain like water and dishes it out like prophecy. But beneath the bruised knuckles and broken bones lies a truth the world isn’t ready for. Because while some monsters are born. Others are built. Post World War II from the depths of a Russian Gulag to the bloodied alleys of Chicago, discover the birth of a new kind of vigilante. A new kind of Hero.