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Li Zhongnan, a seemingly foolish young man from a rural village, steps onto the world stage from humble beginnings as a scrap collector, after acquiring a "Recycling System".

One day, after five years of living in the shadow of the popular actor—Mo Boyuan, Dr. Jiang suddenly decided that she had enough! Mo Boyuan: Why are you kicking up a fuss? Jiang Tingxu: I’m not. Let’s divorce! Mo Boyuan: Divorce? In your dreams! Jiang Tingxu's identity was later exposed and overwhelming insults began pouring in. Fan of King Mo: This woman isn’t good enough for my King Mo! The great Movie King Mo streamed live on the internet: Heh, the woman you claimed isn’t good enough for me is an all-rounded top scorer and was recommended to Peking University at 16. You’re wrong. She’s TOO GOOD for me and I’m out of her league! Also, she’s the little brat that I’ve been pampering and adoring for 20 years. I won’t tolerate anyone who lays a finger on her!

“Darling, I love you…” He was the heir to the consortium and she had just divorced. The day she was divorced, she was kidnapped and forced to be the doctor in charge of his case. To add insult to injury, this man would sleepwalk to her bed every two to three days… another headache!

Gabriel, a dominant omega, is caught up in a complex web of intrigue and danger at the royal court. After uncovering the truth about Olivier, a member of the royal family, and inciting a rebellion, he is marked by an unknown alpha. As the rebellion overthrows the old order, a new empire emerges, driven by a ruthless ruler whose rise Gabriel inadvertently enabled.Haunted by the weight of his actions, he flees from his family, his past, and the dangerous ties of the court. On the run, Gabriel must deal with shifting alliances, hidden enemies, and the growing power of the mysterious alpha whose mark he carries. As the empire's grip tightens and ghosts from his past resurface, he must decide whether to confront the forces threatening to engulf him—or risk losing himself completely in a world that regards him as either a pawn or a weapon.

[Warning: Mature Content, R18+] Born with a mark that was never intended… Gifted with intelligence and skills far more advanced than her peers. Elsa Morgan didn’t experience the normal childhood that everyone had. Always been haunted by her nightmares and by unexplainable events since she was young. Elsa became a doctor to find answers. Destined to bear sufferings and do what is right for his people… Chris Jorgensen was bound to the woman he had not met yet and marked without knowing what he had done. In order to lead his kingdom to glory and victory, he must find her first no matter what it takes, even if it means crossing the other world. Two worlds apart that defy what is the norm in their worlds. Brought together by the invisible tie that binds them together. Or is it true love that defies all reasons? When accidents turn out to be fate in disguise, will they be able to reject the strong pull towards the person who turned their whole world and everything they worked hard for upside down? ******** “What the hell! I told you not to move!” Elsa shouted while running back to the man, who lifted his head and smirked at her. Elsa screamed when the naked man abruptly pulled her onto his lap and started sniffing her all over her body, especially on her chest, hair, and neck. She heard her dogs growl and come closer to the man but quickly calmed down when he gave them a quick glance, and it absolutely surprised her. “What are you doing!” Elsa pushed the naked man on the chest for she could feel him hard down there and it was making her really uncomfortable. “Your smell… Mmm… Lavender and blueberry… God, you smell divine…” The man casually said before burying his face in her neck and sniffing her hard. “You pervert!” With all her strength, Elsa pushed him once again and slapped him so hard that she also hurt her palm, making his head turn to the side on impact. She briskly stood up and shouted, “Nile, tackle! Girls guard!” In a swift move, Nile jumped to the naked man tackling and pushing him to the ground while Ciel, Gaia, and Nuri surrounded him, not removing their gaze from him while growling and showing their sharp teeth and fangs. But then a more powerful force is pulling her eyes beyond the man’s buff chest and deep in her mind she convinced herself that she would do this because she is a doctor and he is her patient– an injured patient, she reminded herself. She would look at him only to see the extent of his injuries and nothing more. She is a doctor… A licensed professional for God’s sake! ‘How can I buckle him up if it’s on the way of the strap? Should I move it to the side?’ Elsa was having a battle in her head ultimately muddled about whether she would touch it or not. From the way he looks, she is sure that he is heavy and she must use the straps properly to be able to securely drag him to her car for both their safety. ******** Chris pretended to be sleeping while he let himself heal, or so he thought. The sedative took a while to have an effect on him. But eventually, he dozed off and was unconscious for real this time. He opened his eyes and saw white walls and someone was holding his right hand. He sat up and saw the red-haired woman’s hand on top of his while her wrist was glowing. Chris’ eyes widened, he held his shoulder and shook her up, “Wake up! There’s a glowing mark on your wrist!” But no matter how hard he wakes her up, she’s not opening her eyes. “You are mine, Elsa. And I am yours.” Chris moved his face closer to hers and planted a soft gentle kiss on her lips. “Whoever you are, Elsa, I will protect you. Even if it’s from the man that you call Dad.” Chris whispered as if someone would hear him. Completed Book: CEO's Contract Obsession ********

They say she’s a monster. A myth. A demon wrapped in human skin. They call her the Witch in the Woods. They should have called her a warning. Hazel-Anne Davis was raised in the Devil's Playground for the end of the world—part human, part demon, full survivalist, and absolutely done with it all. When she wakes up in the dying body of a child in a foreign world, she doesn’t cry or panic. She builds. She kills. She survives. The mountains become her home, and she becomes the nightmare whispered about in drunken taverns and frightened war councils. No army ever returns. No trespasser lives. Until she met them. Dragged from her mountain, drugged and bound in a trunk like some barbaric trophy, Hazel-Anne is forced into the glittering prison of the royal court—a place where daggers hide behind fans, poison is poured in porcelain cups, and obedience is expected from women who should know their place. Hazel does not know her place. And if she does, she refuses to stay in it. Five powerful men—each dangerous in their own right—are about to learn that the “witch” they stole is no savage. She’s smarter than they are. Deadlier than their worst enemies. And she’s done playing by anyone else’s rules. Now all of them—the scarred warrior prince, the genius Crown Prince, the demon-eyed general, the assassin in the shadows, and the merchant wrapped in silk and lies—will have to decide: Will they try to control her? Or will they kneel before the storm they’ve unleashed? Either way, at the end of the day, the Witch will have her revenge. Other Novels: Rebirth In the Apocalypse: Third Time's A Charm (Completed) Fight, Flight, or Freeze: The Healer's Story (Completed) Star's Ships (Completed) Part Of Your World (Completed) Dancing with Monsters (Completed) As Silent As A Mouse (Completed) Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse Novel (Completed) The Witch In The Woods: The Transmigration of Hazel-Anne Davis (Ongoing) Seraphina's Revenge (Ongoing)

Sie sagen, sie ist ein Monster. Ein Mythos. Ein Dämon in menschlicher Haut. Sie nennen sie die Hexe im Wald. Sie hätten sie eine Warnung nennen sollen. Hazel-Anne Davis wurde im Spielplatz des Teufels für das Ende der Welt aufgezogen—teils Mensch, teils Dämon, vollständige Überlebenskünstlerin und absolut fertig mit allem. Als sie im sterbenden Körper eines Kindes in einer fremden Welt aufwacht, weint oder panikt sie nicht. Sie baut. Sie tötet. Sie überlebt. Die Berge werden ihr Zuhause, und sie wird zum Albtraum, über den in betrunkenen Tavernen und verängstigten Kriegsräten geflüstert wird. Keine Armee kehrt jemals zurück. Kein Eindringling überlebt. Bis sie ihnen begegnete. Von ihrem Berg verschleppt, betäubt und in einem Koffer wie eine barbarische Trophäe gefesselt, wird Hazel-Anne in das glitzernde Gefängnis des königlichen Hofes gezwungen—ein Ort, an dem sich Dolche hinter Fächern verbergen, Gift in Porzellanschalen gegossen wird und von Frauen Gehorsam erwartet wird, die ihren Platz kennen sollten. Hazel kennt ihren Platz nicht. Und wenn doch, weigert sie sich, dort zu bleiben. Fünf mächtige Männer—jeder auf seine Art gefährlich—sind dabei zu lernen, dass die "Hexe", die sie gestohlen haben, keine Wilde ist. Sie ist klüger als sie. Tödlicher als ihre schlimmsten Feinde. Und sie hat keine Lust mehr, nach den Regeln anderer zu spielen. Jetzt müssen sie alle—der vernarbte Kriegerprinz, der geniale Kronprinz, der dämonenäugige General, der Assassine im Schatten und der in Seide und Lügen gehüllte Händler—entscheiden: Werden sie versuchen, sie zu kontrollieren? Oder werden sie vor dem Sturm knien, den sie entfesselt haben? So oder so, am Ende des Tages wird die Hexe ihre Rache bekommen.

Dicen que es un monstruo. Un mito. Un demonio envuelto en piel humana. La llaman la Bruja del Bosque. Deberían haberla llamado una advertencia. Hazel-Anne Davis fue criada en El Patio del Diablo para el fin del mundo—parte humana, parte demonio, completa superviviente, y absolutamente harta de todo. Cuando despierta en el cuerpo moribundo de una niña en un mundo extraño, no llora ni entra en pánico. Construye. Mata. Sobrevive. Las montañas se convierten en su hogar, y ella se convierte en la pesadilla susurrada en tabernas ebrias y consejos de guerra atemorizados. Ningún ejército jamás regresa. Ningún intruso vive. Hasta que los conoció a ellos. Arrastrada de su montaña, drogada y atada en un baúl como algún trofeo bárbaro, Hazel-Anne es forzada a entrar en la resplandeciente prisión de la corte real—un lugar donde las dagas se esconden detrás de abanicos, el veneno se vierte en tazas de porcelana, y se espera obediencia de mujeres que deberían conocer su lugar. Hazel no conoce su lugar. Y si lo conoce, se niega a quedarse en él. Cinco hombres poderosos—cada uno peligroso a su manera—están a punto de aprender que la "bruja" que robaron no es ninguna salvaje. Es más inteligente que ellos. Más letal que sus peores enemigos. Y ha terminado de jugar según las reglas de cualquiera. Ahora todos ellos—el príncipe guerrero con cicatrices, el genio Príncipe Heredero, el general de ojos demoníacos, el asesino en las sombras, y el mercader envuelto en seda y mentiras—tendrán que decidir: ¿Intentarán controlarla? ¿O se arrodillarán ante la tormenta que han desatado? De cualquier manera, al final del día, la Bruja tendrá su venganza.

“Trashy ex wants to talk. He has sent a message inviting me to dinner. Should I go?” His reply in hm irking her. "Ouch…. That hurts!” She licked his bleeding lips, "Can’t help. I’m a lip biter--WOW!” Turning over he pinned her hands to the bed, “And I swear I won’t stop until your legs are shaking and the neighbors know my name forever....... Is this better?” ****** Sitting at the position of Secretary-General at the ministry of women and child affairs, Zhao Suyin was not someone to be messed with. Her razor-sharp tongue laced with sarcasm became her deadliest weapon against the evils. Dr. Wang Shi, a single father, and a renowned surgeon was anything but cold and aloof. His amiable personality combined with his killer looks and enormous wealth made him a dream man. A story of two imperfect people..... one a divorced woman and the other a single father. What will happen when their paths collide? What will happen when Suyin would know the heart beating inside Wang Shi's son belongs to her own son? Will the sparks of affection happen and continue even after knowing the truth? The story where the two falls for each other but the bitter truth separates them..... A journey of fighting against the organ traffickers to bring justice for the dead. A journey of making tough decisions. A journey to make choice between love and revenge. ****** Join me on discord https://discord.gg/RudqR3q The cover is edited by me, but the photo belongs to their respective owners. I have no right over this photo. All credits belong to the owner.

Ils disent qu'elle est un monstre. Un mythe. Un démon enveloppé dans une peau humaine. Ils l'appellent la Sorcière des Bois. Ils auraient dû l'appeler un avertissement. Hazel-Anne Davis a été élevée dans le Terrain de Jeu du Diable pour la fin du monde—mi-humaine, mi-démon, survivante accomplie, et absolument lasse de tout. Quand elle se réveille dans le corps mourant d'un enfant dans un monde étranger, elle ne pleure pas et ne panique pas. Elle construit. Elle tue. Elle survit. Les montagnes deviennent sa maison, et elle devient le cauchemar dont on chuchote dans les tavernes ivres et les conseils de guerre effrayés. Aucune armée ne revient jamais. Aucun intrus ne survit. Jusqu'à ce qu'elle les rencontre. Arrachée de sa montagne, droguée et ligotée dans un coffre comme un trophée barbare, Hazel-Anne est forcée d'entrer dans la prison étincelante de la cour royale—un lieu où les poignards se cachent derrière les éventails, où le poison est versé dans des tasses en porcelaine, et où l'obéissance est attendue des femmes qui devraient connaître leur place. Hazel ne connaît pas sa place. Et si elle la connaît, elle refuse d'y rester. Cinq hommes puissants—chacun dangereux à sa manière—sont sur le point d'apprendre que la "sorcière" qu'ils ont volée n'est pas une sauvage. Elle est plus intelligente qu'eux. Plus mortelle que leurs pires ennemis. Et elle en a fini de jouer selon les règles de quiconque. Maintenant, ils devront tous—le prince guerrier balafré, le Prince Héritier génie, le général aux yeux de démon, l'assassin dans l'ombre, et le marchand enveloppé de soie et de mensonges—décider : Vont-ils essayer de la contrôler ? Ou s'agenouilleront-ils devant la tempête qu'ils ont déchaînée ? Quoi qu'il en soit, à la fin de la journée, la Sorcière aura sa vengeance.