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Caused Beauty – She was born a princess, but cursed to destroy everything she touches. Princess Vivi’s beauty is both her blessing and her curse—so powerful it brings kingdoms to their knees and draws enemies from every corner of the realm. Hidden behind silken veils and royal walls, she longs for freedom... but the prophecy tied to her very existence threatens to plunge the world into chaos. Enter Haken, a cursed werewolf with a violent past and a soul bound to protect the very woman who could end him. As war brews and shadows rise, their fates intertwine in a love that defies destiny. But Viper, a man from the royal family's buried sins, has returned—and he’ll stop at nothing to claim Vivi’s curse and rewrite fate. In a world of beasts, betrayal, and forbidden magic, can love truly save what beauty was meant to destroy? Caused Beauty — A tale of cursed love, loyalty, and the fight between light and darkness.

beautiful but dangerous a life full of danger, love, lust, and more growing up is not easy when you're a werewolf seeking protection in the cruel human world.

Having an ordinary life with ordinary story, Julia cannot belive that she will experience an extraordinary of everybit of her ordinary life. starting with the Prince full of Passion to the underground boss cold as ice. Let's all see if she can keep it or loose it in the world of fantasy where her inner most desire happens and create a world that can molds her or broken hers forever.

Hidup tak akan berhenti meski kita ingin berhenti. Hidup tak akan berbaik hati kepada kita yang tak mau terluka. Hidup yang sebenarnya membuat kita merasakan apa itu kesedihan dan apa itu kebahagiaan. Barulah dikatakan hidup jika kita merasakan semua perasaan-perasaan itu. Jangan hanya tersakiti sekali membuatmu menyerah, jangan sampai menyesal pada akhirnya. Dengan merasakan berbagai perasaan itu membuatmu merasakan keindahan hidup yang sebenarnya. Sungguh tak ada keindahan yang lebih baik lagi daripada hidup ini. Seperti kisah Narendra Bagas Permana. Seseorang yang tampan, kaya raya, terlebih dia adalah seorang dokter spesialis. Siapa wanita yang bisa menolak pria seperti itu. Bisa dikatakan deskripsi laki-laki itu sangat sempurna tanpa celah. Parasnya yang rupawan membuat para wanita tergila-gila padanya. Tetapi, semenjak Narendra merasakan apa itu terluka, dia tak pernah merasakan lagi yang nama jatuh cinta. Dia menutup hatinya rapat-rapat karena dia tak ingin terluka untuk kedua kalinya. Mungkin sebagian orang mengatakan dia terlalu pengecut namun jangan hanya mencela jika tak pernah merasakan sendiri apa itu terluka. Dia berubah menjadi sosok yang dingin kepada semua orang tapi siapa yang tahu dibalik sikap dinginnya dia menyimpan luka yang cukup dalam. Tetapi setelah dia bertemu dengan sosok cantik itu perlahan sikap dinginnya mulai mencair. Dia kembali merasakan perasaan-perasaan aneh yang membuatnya bingung. Perasaan-perasaan yang sudah lama tak ia rasakan. Apakah dia kembali merasakan indahnya hidup. Semoga saja, dia bisa merasakan keindahan dalam hidup ini.

wooyeon accepted her, and mirui was grateful.

In the vertical megacity of Nadir, life is ruled by water. Twice a day, at noon and eighteen hundred, rain thunders from the pipes and people lift bowls like worshippers. High above, the wealthy live behind dry glass near the reactor “sun.” Far below, the undercity rusts under pipes and legends of an Angel who “saved the world” by dividing it. Breuk is a scarred courier who rides the city’s arteries on his motorcycle. With his crew – strategist Lig, mechanic-medic Tara, tech Limar and driver Tev – he works in the grey zone between politics and crime, sabotaging projects that threaten the lower districts while still serving the system that exploits them. A quiet fixer named Kane offers them a final, life-changing job: infiltrate the upper-tier Valeris villa and steal the “Necklace of Ascent,” a relic said to belong to the man who became the Angel and to respond only to the “fallen.” During the heist, a dying servant presses a different pendant into Breuk’s hand and begs, “Not her. Don’t let her wear it.” Realizing the display piece is a fake, Breuk keeps the true necklace and leaves the decoy behind. Soon after, the crew is ambushed. Breuk falls into the Schlund, a colossal shaft that swallows whatever the city wants to forget. The real necklace slows his fall. He wakes maimed but alive in the Grund, a hidden settlement at the bottom of the world, where people have survived for generations on fungus, runoff and scrap, feeding the Schlund with offerings so it will “forget” them. As Breuk heals and works beside villagers like pragmatic Jakk, he finds an old book: the Angel was an engineer who built an invisible barrier, the Circle of Peace, powered by the Schlund. It ended a devastating war by locking upper and lower worlds apart. “The world was saved,” the book claims. Breuk keeps asking: whose world? Lig eventually discovers a way through the Circle and descends. In the Grund, he and Breuk clash: Lig wants to use the villagers’ anger and the necklace to break the order; Breuk fears any grand gesture will destroy the people he’s come to protect. After a protest over the offering ritual ends in death and the village refuses to keep feeding the Schlund, they choose a third path: a dangerous migration. They weaken the Circle just enough for the villagers to climb through forgotten shafts into Nadir’s underlevels. The ascent costs lives but not all. They don’t topple the Heights; the rich still drink clean water. Yet the Grund is no longer a sealed grave. With forged papers, its people become “maintenance workers,” folded into the city instead of sacrificed to it. In the end, Breuk stands with Lig above the undercity. The rope from their climb hangs slack between them, unbroken. The necklace warms on Breuk’s chest; he refuses to see it as a command. He will not be a new Angel drawing lines between saved and buried. Instead, he returns to the machinery with his people, choosing slow, imperfect bridges over righteous walls.

Five centuries have passed, and the world around me has changed. Everyone I've ever known has left. Yet, I remain, frozen in youth. No gray hair, no wrinkles, no sign of aging. Is this a blessing or a curse? I couldn’t tell,I couldn’t figure it out.I couldn’t find answers. That is, until Maren, a mysterious young woman with secrets of her own, enters my life and unravels the mystery that has haunted me for so long.

"Ngetawain apa? Dia yang Lo sebut jelek? Kalo dia jelek Lo apa? Merasa cantik Lo, makanya ngehina fisik orang lain? Sebelum Lo ngehina fisik orang lain, seharusnya Lo itu ngaca! Punya kaca di rumah? Sekolah gak menyediakan kaca besar di toilet ya, makanya Lo gak bisa lihat diri Lo sendiri lewat kaca?" Ini tentang Artha, Jordan, Dan Angkasa. Dan semua mengenai pembullyan, hujatan dan bunuh diri.

“Jirae is my purpose.” Jeon Minjun, a 21st-century archeologist fell in love with Jirae, Kim Jirae, the most beautiful prostitute of the 5th century. They loved each other, yes, but life isn't all rainbows and butterflies now, is it?

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!