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When jasmine checked back at the wall clock, it's already past eight. She's been trying to reach her granddaughters since an hour plus, but yet none of them picked up the calls. Infact, they turned off their phones, which made jasmine became more worried. Her hair by now is now a total mess like she was struck by an electric. Hmm, yeah. Maybe electrocuted. Frustration has a lot to do with that. I guess. She grabbed the second iPhone 14 which her son, Justin, had bought for her few weeks ago before leaving for L.A, from the glass center table. At once within a blink of an eye, she began dialing her son's number.

Brush through the copy, see the world, the people. The family is short, the years are quiet, in fact, it is also good. I don't want to be a protagonist, and I'm not interested in earth-shattering feats. Suni Night, who is both Asura and Raksha blood, although he has the name of ghost Emperor, but himself, is just a salted fish. Previous life was a house, this life is a social animal, so hope, at least in the copy a little easier. Watching the plot of the protagonist, Dally eat, see fun, fish and vegetables are also good. Instead of making trouble, learn to be human. A normal guy with all his joys and sorrows.

BOOK DROPPED!!

Being poisoned and then reborn in my favourite otome game as no one other than the damned villainess who gave such a hard time the male lead and the heroine. To not live in the shadow of the villainess made a deal with the king of the Esuzuria Kingdom, the father of one of the capture targets, the prince. ... After an accidental meeting, everything began to take another course. Everything changed. The heroine changed. Lia: I am trying to be a nice person to you, but my mouth just won't cooperate. The heroine: What??!! The male lead: You think that you can pet my head and then not take responsibility. Lia: What? That was when we were kids. Grow up! The male lead: Oh, I have grown quite a bit over the years. Do you want to make sure and see how much I have grown?*smirk Lia: ...*Flush *Cover is not mine. Credit goes to their rightful owner.

He wake up, and everything he knew is gone. Kirian now one of 1,000 players thrown onto a deserted island, in a bloody game where survival means killing — and killing pays. Each death you cause earns you money. Survive till the end, and you win it all. But this isn’t just a game of guns and blades — it's a war of minds, lies, and manipulation. For Kirian, this island will strip away everything… even his sanity. Why is he here? Who controls the game? And what will he become by the time it ends? A psychological thriller drenched in blood, betrayal, and broken minds. Welcome to battle royale — either you or them.

as a little girl and her mother move back to her mother's childhood house the little girl finds a diary which belongs to her aunt. the diary which contains all about the life her of dear aunt and all her secrets. as the little girl reads the diary she finds out many things related to her aunt. who was that guy mentioned in the diary and what happened to her aunt? why hasn't anyone told where her aunt is now... will she ever get to meet her aunt and this guy? ...

In order to achieve the best out of life, you have to weigh everything"how is this going to affect my life positively or negatively"if the negatives is more choose positive.

Elizabeth takes up a role of the leader of the army. Competing with other prestigious countries, it's by only fate or luck that would result in your demise or victory. ok please don't read this. This is on hiatus thx I'm working on A Reason To Survive instead go check it out thx

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?