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Traversing worlds with the Immortal Sword slaying demons, it was not until a monkey who claimed to be the Monkey King appeared before Lu Yu that he realized he had come to the world of Journey to the West. Striving for supremacy along the Human Path, the secrets of Journey to the West unrevealed, cutting off heaven and earth, the Three Realms were isolated.

Love bud is a story of a small village named ivy hill where individuals become eligible for pairing with their life partner at the age of 21,of which the partners are basically chosen by the elders. They would then be tested after 3 years of living together with their partner,anyone who fails would have to stay single forever. Seraphine a young maiden who has a secret crush on her best friend Clark for years hope they would end up getting paired together but that didn’t happen. Unfortunately she was paired up with Damien,her high school bully. They both loathe each other,he hates her for her innocence and weakness. She hates him for being a bully and making her stay in community high hell.. Things get hot in the house after Seraphine got to know that being paired up with Damien was all a plan to prolong her suffering. Due to the conspiracy,her partner which was actually Clark was changed to Damien,but then Damien had started having feelings for her. It’s goes on as a rollercoaster of emotions as Damien tries to win Seraphine’s heart and at the same time correct his past mistakes.

Baylor was a sentinel, berserk sentinel warrior, five senses are exceptional, but also uses his animal spirit to help in combat. However, he transmigrated as a flower vase omega, and would soon be given away as a gift. This was not the problem, the problem was that the world had no guides and he could be in danger of a psychic riot at any time. Baylor was annoyed, and an annoyed sentinel does not know restraint, with the body of a soft omega, he fought against any alpha he met. The alphas: ???? Using a disguised identity, the Imperial General Ewan subdued the fighting Baylor, and sneered: You like to fight? Do you want to go to the front line to fight? Then Baylor saw his lost spiritual animal was spinning around the alpha’s feet, and was still foolishly following him. His restless mental energy suddenly became calm. This, surely, was the guide! So Baylor decided to guard this “guide” in case of emergency. When someone provoked him, Baylor first pinned him to the ground. When an interstellar beast attacked, Baylor gave up his life to block. Ewan, the youngest general in the history of the empire, the top alpha, cold and ruthless, killing and decisive. There was a famous saying from him, only the weak need a mate. So, when he looked at Baylor jumping in front of him regardless of his own safety, he saw it as a crazy love (?) So, being sensible, he said: I’m not interested in omegas, you don’t have to waste time on me. Baylor: … What the hell was he talking about? Forget it, the walking guide can be forgiven for doing anything, Until one day, Baylor suddenly found out that what he thought was a guide helping alleviate his irritation was actually the pheromone of the world’s top alpha! Baylor: Oh! And then– Subordinate: General, Mr. Baylor went to dine with the prince today. Subordinate: General, Mr. Baylor went to see the exhibition with the movie emperor today. Subordinate: General, your pen was broken! … Later, someone saw the “no worldly desires” general in the evening in the empty training ground, pressing a person fiercely in the training cabin and kissing him, his pheromones turned up into a shocking wave.

A long time ago, a war erupted along the Pacific Ring of Fire. This war caused a lot of spiritual barriers to be destroyed allowing those of the spirit realm to run free and run amok. Only those identified spirit whisperers are able to sense them and seal them away once more. Years later an organization for spirit whisperers has been established, the DoReMi Corporation with its different branches all over the Pacific Ring of Fire has the goal to once and for all close the opened dents of the spirit realm. [Magical Realism]

*TW: suicide Beauty, someone or something that is pleasing to the eye. And for the most part, a beautiful person is perceived to lead a beautiful life. At least that is what most people think. This perception of theirs was just an idealism seen through rose-coloured glasses, and it would never be anything more than that. Of course, Chen Aiyu would know. Her mother was a model, her father a nobody, and somewhere along the way, she came to join the family. She knew she was pretty, after all no one ever let her forget it. The moment she met someone new, they’d comment on how she looked. Initially it was flattering, but then it started to feel artificial. She never questioned it, why would they lie to her? But at the same time, why bring it up if it was so obvious she was pretty? It was because they were trying to butter up to her, wanting her for themselves. A pretty friend to brag about, a pretty girlfriend to show off to others. It was never for her sake, only for their own. Aiyu hated looking in the mirror. All the distress in her life, all the suffering she was going through, it was caused by that very face. But what could she do about it? Absolutely nothing. It made her feel so powerless when it was something that was supposed to make her feel powerful. People looked at her face and claimed it was the paragon of beauty. People sought after her face, contrastingly saying that they were suffering because they weren’t as pretty as her. He yelled at her, screamed at her, for what? For not returning his love? Why? It was not her fault she didn’t love him back. It was not her fault he assumed she had feelings for him. It was not her fault he decided to confess his feelings in front of everyone. Yet she was still blamed for it. The people pitied him and pointed their nasty fingers at her. You humiliated him! They would say, and she would wonder, what did I do? But for a person who has never had a break from being scrutinised and criticised against her whole life, it was nothing she couldn’t handle. The situation only slipped out of control when he brought her family into it. She told him not to, but he still did. They died, they were gone. The guilt, all over her head, her arms, her legs, her body. And no matter how hard she scrubbed it wouldn’t rub off. It’s your fault, it’s your fault. The same words over and over, just that this time, she believed it was true. *In the midst of being rewritten! An asterisk (*) will be inserted where I have rewritten until. Thank you for understanding!*

She applied as a tutor for the 5-years old son of the chairman who owns the most successful business in the country. But not just to tutor his child but to also gathered information including the business plans of the man. Kayden Smith trusted Lexi Garcia after she once saved his son. But trust always crumbled. So the promised also made to be broken? How will she proves her feelings if the man decided not to listen? And how she be able to continue living if the reason of her breathing turned away from her? This is the story of the Rose that letting the shattered glasses wounded her, as long as she can stay inside of the broken vase.

This isn’t your typical romance. This is a story soaked in blood and betrayal—where love is a liability, and the past is a monster that never sleeps. It’s a war in disguise. Eight years ago, Song Haseul watched her mother die. Not by accident—by design. Now, she’s back in Seoul with one mission: Find the killer. Bury the name. Burn the empire. By day, she’s Lee Haseul, a ghost in a second-year school uniform. By blood, Ms. Song—heir to a corporate throne. By night, she’s Helena, the masked queen of the Black Panther Syndicate. A shadow. A myth. A threat whispered in the city’s darkest corners. “No one suspects her. That’s what makes her dangerous.” But she’s not the only monster in the dark. The Red Dragons have ruled Seoul for decades— And the seven Kim brothers in the inner circle don’t plan to surrender. They think this is about territory. They’re wrong. This is personal. And it’s only just begun. --- Slow-burn romance. No mercy. Just war. Found family vs blood ties. A queen vs seven kings-in-the-making. “Push your luck, and we’ll erase your bloodline like you never existed.” “Some wounds never heal—they just learn to bleed quieter.” If you’re here for just love, leave. If you’re here for scars, secrets, and silent wars— Welcome to the fire.

Yi is 18 years old and the most doted on daughter of her Fathers’ Concubines. She has been well raised, trained, educated, and is the most talented of her siblings. Within her family’s walls all sibling are close, raised to defend and protect one another from outsiders. Every grandson-n-law and granddaughter-in-law hand picked when young by The Old Master General and groomed to perfection until maturity. Yi’s mother had been the first Concubine of her Father, brought back by the Old Master during a period of War with her Mother’s people. Her beauty was beyond compare to any woman the Old Master had ever laid eyes on and knew he wanted her for his most filial Son! Unfortunately during her birth, Yi’s Mother passed but the Old Master and Young Master having fallen in love with the young woman before her death then cherished the new born babe being identical to her mother and was taken on by the Old Master Generals Legal Wife and raised as her own. Now she’s been snatched by her Mothers people unbeknownst to her.

"Sell your pride. Sign your body. And I’ll make you a star." Kim Jihoon has one goal—to become an actor. He’s got the looks, the talent, and the drive. But in a cutthroat industry run by wolves in silk suits, dreams don’t come true without a price. Especially for someone like him—a hidden Rare omega with powers in a world where second genders are outlawed, controlled, or sold. Desperate to care for his chronically ill little brother, Jihoon agrees to a contract with the cold, magnetic billionaire Kang Ryu—CEO of the country’s most powerful entertainment agency… and a secret Dorminant Alpha with a taste for pretty things he can own. The terms are clear: Jihoon will debut under Ryu’s protection. In return, he’ll live in his penthouse, wear his collar, and warm his bed. No attachments. No freedom. No escape. But Jihoon isn’t the fragile pet Ryu expected—and Ryu isn’t just a predator in a suit. Underneath all the dominance is a man spiraling into obsession, hiding scars even darker than Jihoon’s past. And when heat cycles start to burn, instincts clash, and secrets about their bloodlines awaken, hate turns to hunger, and the rules of the game begin to break. Because Jihoon didn’t just sign away his body—he signed away his fate. His fate which already belong to him;

"Eldritch Hollow, the prosperous town where people from all over the continent come to buy beauty. The vases of this place are said to be the most artistic and beautiful. The vase maiden's beauty is both a coveted allure and a haunting curse. The tradition has been followed for a long time; it is believed that only the privileged are chosen to be the maiden of the vase, but is it really so? This, only the some may know. To make art, you need beauty, and to make the vase beautiful, you need a face that's beautiful. The way of choosing the privileged one is simple; you have to be young, beautiful, and maybe helpless too. Most of this beauty comes from a rather poor background. The family and the maiden are happy and sad because now she may be chosen, but she may leave forever. A chosen maiden can never see her family again because she is not just a mere girl but the representation of beauty that will fetch the business a lot of money. They can't let the family see them when the children are dressed in a vase; the family may know and cause a ruckus, and then again, they will have to be cleaned. So let's make it a rule to be chosen and to leave forever because this will end the matter forever. After being chosen, they will learn to smile because that's the only thing that will be useful when all their bodies are hidden and only their faces are shown. To please the rich and powerful, may their smiles be shown. Twisted, their bodies will become as they grow in the shell of the vase; they may despair and pray, but all that's left is pain. As long as they're young and fine, they may be treated as divine, but as they age, they may be left to be rotten in their beautiful shell. How long this suffering may last, not even the perpetrators may know as it is a tradition that has been there for how long, no one knows."