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Lydia, who grew up with her grandmother in a remote village, was finally taken back to the wealthy mansion. Only then did she realize that this was the result of her sickly grandmother kneeling down and begging her mother, who had long become a wealthy lady. However, her mother warned her sternly in private, "You can never call me mom! You can only call me auntie! Remember that?" The moment she entered the house, her mother's son and daughter, who were born in a wealthy family, took turns picking on her and humiliating her. What greeted her was always her mother's mocking words, "They are my babies, and you are just my niece. We eat and drink well, so what if you give in to them?" She knew that her mother might do something crazy to hide her secret. Good! Nobody can be relied on! I'll rely on myself! After surviving university, the female protagonist packed her luggage and exclaimed, "What rich family? I don't care anymore!" The female protagonist ran away from home and entered the entertainment industry! With her superb acting skills, an experienced director offered her an olive branch. Thousands of fans went crazy for her. She was invited to a charity dinner by the wealthiest man on the Fortune List. Someone even bought a big screen at Times Square to celebrate her birthday. While everyone was crazy about her, a mysterious man bought all the headlines and announced, "Thank you for liking my fiancée! But, I'm the one who loves her the most!"

The dust of a small Texas town settled around Tessica Raleigh, a world away from the familiar outskirts of Dodge City, Kansas. She didn't expect much from this "Podunk" place, certainly not excitement. Her life revolved around the rhythm of the seasons, the annual harvest of wheat and corn that her family meticulously managed. Her true sanctuary wasn't a quiet room or a bustling city street; it was the cab of a combine or a tractor, the steady hum of the engine a comforting presence as she plowed and harvested the crops. Romance was a distant, practically nonexistent, concept in her demanding schedule. Her parents, meanwhile, basked in their perceived wealth from the successful harvests, seemingly oblivious to anything beyond their financial comfort. On the Triple R Ranch, Logan Ray was living a different, yet equally focused, life. His days were steeped in the traditions of the ranch, a legacy passed down by his dad and uncles. His sophomore year had been smooth sailing, and he felt no anxieties about stepping into junior year. The only real pressure came from his friends, who relentlessly teased him about getting a girlfriend. Logan, however, had his priorities set on his studies and the demanding work of the ranch. He found far more interest in the intricacies of cattle and crops than in high school dating. This focus, however, sometimes made him a target for Kale Edwards, Sawyer Edwards' oldest son, whose animosity often manifested in physical blows.

The story follows the tale of Tareq Mirza, an assistant general of the Bangladesh Rapid Action Battalion (RAB), who has been tasked to find a sinister serial killer named Blue Anarchy. The killer shows little remorse for his victims, murdering them in the cruelest and most gruesome way possible. But as Tareq gets closer to the killer, he finds that the killer is more than he shows he is.

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Would you be willing to fight against a final boss whom you could never defeat in your previous life Follow the story of RYE who soul got transmigrated into such world

She works retail. She’s sleep-deprived. She has a very complicated relationship with peanut butter. Oh, and she might be in love with a barista who calls her love too often for her sanity. Between customer meltdowns, late-night Choco milk therapy sessions, and way too much overthinking, Aurora is holding it together with caffeine and sarcasm. Barely. This isn’t your cute little fluff. This is chaos. This is coping. This is the kind of story you read when you want to laugh, spiral, and feel mildly attacked. “Thanks, Love” is what happens when you put too much hope in eye contact and not enough in therapy.

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In this world there are Monsters, Cryptids, Demons whatever you seek to call them... But there are those who hunt these monsters and protect humanity; they are Reapers! Using their Scythes to cut through these beast like a wheat field! And Samuel Reyes is the newest one! Join Sam and his friends on this... adventure Karitori. NOTHING IS EVER AS IT SEEMS... Honestly you- ya just... skip Part 0 if you want to, it's not the best... and I mean... I am going to someday rewrite and fix this. Ya know what... just skip all of this. (I will also be posting this story/a remake of this story on RoyalRoad.com. https://www.royalroad.com/profile/831184/fictions)

When a soul has twice been played, it has no other option than to play also

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!