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Having been reborn, she takes one glance at her ridiculously handsome husband and wonders if she had suffered from brain damage back then—she had actually demanded for a divorce with him. Repeatedly! In her previous life, she had been deceived by her relatives who eventually led her to her tragic death. With this second chance at life, she vows to cozy up to her husband both literally and figuratively to destroy all her enemies and to take down the women who hid behind their scheming, innocent facades. She would be in control of her own happiness! This is a sweet, doting love story featuring an intelligent female lead and a perfect male lead who's good at turning her knobs.

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.

In her previous life, Su Nuan was set up by her lover and sister, and died tragically in prison. When she woke up, she had been reborn to a time before all the tragedies had happened. At her birthday party, her sister found some kidnappers kidnaping her, trying to destroy her innocence and get her kicked out of the house. Not only did Su Nuan mess up her sister’s plan, but she also dealt with all the kidnappers. She also rescued Mo Ting, the most powerful and handsome man in City A. To stay away from her cruel sister and hypocritical scumbag of a lover, she relentlessly clung to Mo Ting. “Uncle, for my poor sake, please help me. I’ll do anything you want.”Mo Ting: “A contract marriage for three years. I’ll give you everything you want during that time!” At first, Mo Ting thought Su Nuan was just a poor little girl who had been driven out of her home, so he helped her. He was also using her to appease his family’s elders as they had been harping on him to get married. Later, his assistant came to report, “The principal of City A’s university is here. He wants your approval for your wife to participate in the international competition.”Mo Ting: “...Wasn’t Xiao Nuan a hopeless student?”Assistant: “Sir, Madam has blown up! The entire internet is kneeling and begging her to debut in the competition!”Mo Ting: “...When did she become so versatile?” Later, the assistant reported again: “Sir, someone from the National Medical Academy is here. They say they won’t leave if they can’t invite Madam to make an appearance!” Mo Ting: “...I must be dreaming. Go out and come in again. Let’s start over!”

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.

"Bamby!.." kahit sobrang basa na ako. Nilalamig na dahil kanina pa ako sa ilalim ng malakas na ulan. Nakaya ko pa ring tumayo at harapin ang taong tumawag saking pangalan. Hindi Bamby ang tawag nya sakin eh. Babe!. Bakit biglang nagbago?. Halos hindi ko na sya maaninag. Hapon na kasi kung kaya't madilim na ang paligid. Epekto ng malakas na ulan. Kinuyom ko ang palad nang matanaw kong palapit sya sakin. "Dyan ka lang!.." nanginginig kong sambit. Nag-init muli ang gilid ng mata ko. Hindi ko na kailangan pang magpanggap na hindi umiiyak dahil hindi naman iyon halata sa lakas ng ulan. Para ngang nakikisama sakin ang panahon. Nagdadalamhati rin sa unang pagkabigo ko. Dinadamayan ako. Sinasabing, umiyak ka lang para di masakit. Pero tangina talaga! Kahit anong iyak ko. Masakit pa rin eh. Sobrang sakit ng puso kong makitang unti unting nawawala ang taong pinangarap ko. "Babe?.." basag na rin ang kanyang boses. Isang pulgada pa rin ang agwat naming dalawa. Ngunit sa layo naming iyon, ramdam ko pa rin ang hindi ko maintindihan na presensya nya. Ang gulo. O ako ngayon ang naguguluhan sa lahat. "Di mo naman sinabi sakin na, ang tindi pala ng sikat ng araw sa inyo.." Tumingin ako sa kawalan. Natatawa. Baliw na yata ako. Pinunasan ko ang luhang naglandas saking pisngi. Di pa nga ata luha iyon eh. Kundi tubig ulan. Ganun na ako kalito sa nangyayari. "Ang init nyo masyado.... nakakapaso.." Wala na akong pakialam kung hinde nya maintindihan ang sinabi ko. Ang gusto ko lang ngayon, ay sabihin lahat ng gusto ko... sa huling pagkakataon.. "Babe?.." muli. Gumawa sya ng limang hakbang pero hanggang doon nalang sya dahil ayokong lumapit pa sya. "Dyan ka lang!." mariin kong banta. Natigilan sya. Nagmamakaawa ang kanyang mga mata. Pulang pula na rin ang kanyang ilong. Tanda na umiiyak rin sya. Hell! Wala akong pakialam. "Nangako ka hindi ba?.." suminghot ako. Sa wakas, nagkaroon ng lakas ng loob na tumingin sa kanyang mata. "Nangako ka sa akin?." hindi sya tumango o umiling o kahit na ano. Pinanood nya lang akong humagulgol sa unang pagkakataon. Bumuhos ang luhang kanina ko pa ayaw pakawalan. Hindi ko na kaya. Ang hirap. "Kumapit ako doon.. pinaniwalaan ko..pero anong ginawa mo?.." nanghina ang tuhod ko dahilan para mapaupo ako. At... doon umiyak ng umiyak. "Hindi ko alam..." "Anong hindi mo alam huh?.. Jaden, naniwala ako sa'yo.. bakit mo iyon sinira?.." Hindi sya makapagsalita. Huminga ako ng malaim bago muling tumayo. "Anong pakiramdam huh, masarap ba syang humalik?.." "Bullshit!!." malutong nitong mura. "Hindi ko yun ginusto.." dagdag nya matapos ang ilan pang mura. "Hindi ginusto pero pumayag ka!?.." mahina ngunit madiin ko itong ipinahayag sa kanya. Konting konti nalang, sisigaw na ako. Konting salita pa Jaden. Isa na namang mura ang pinakawalan nya. "Kaya pala hindi mo magawang tugunan ang mga tawag at text ko dahil masyado kang abala.." "Bamby, tama na..." mahinahon nynag himig. Di ko sya pinakinggan. Nagpatuloy lamang ako. "Mas masarap nga naman sya kaysa sakin..." "Sinabi nang tama na!!!.." sa unang pagkakataon. Nakita ko kung paano sya magalit. Ramdam ko ang apoy na nag-aalab galing sa kanyang mata kahit malamig ang bawat patak ng ulan. Galit ang namutawi sa kanya. Wanna read more?. Add this story in your library and see for yourself! You'll loved it!. Please Like, Comment And Share! Thank you!. Keep safe y'all!!!

Among the gods of the heavens, there was a famous laughing stock known throughout the three realms. Legend has it that eight hundred years ago, there was an ancient country within the Central Plains called Xian Le nation. The ancient nation of Xian Le had vast territory, abundant resources and content citizens. The country had four treasures: delicate beauties aplenty, thriving arts & literature, treasures of gold and jewels and last but not least, their renown Royal Highness the Crown Prince. This person, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince....you could say.... was a strange man. The Emperor and Empress considered him to be the apple of their eyes. They doted on him immensely and would often proudly proclaim: “In the future, my son will surely become a wise monarch, leaving a reputable impression for generations to come .” Yet, in the regards of what came with royalty, of riches, power and honor, the Crown Prince had no interest. What he was interested in, quoting the very words he often said to himself, was—— “I want to save the common folks!” The young prince cultivated in earnest. During this time, two short stories became widely circulated. . The first story occurred when he was seventeen years old. That year, the nation of Xian Le held a magnificent Offering to the Gods parade. Although this tradition had already been abandoned for numerous centuries, through surviving ancient texts and verbal stories, one could imagine the grandeur of the event.. Offering to the Gods day, Martial God Main Street. Both sides of the Main Street were overflowing with a sea of people. The aristocrats were seated on top of high buildings as they exchanged friendly chatter; while the imperial guards cleared the way with their impressive armours clinking. Young girls danced gracefully as their snow-white hands scattered flower petals like rain, filling the sky as far as the eye could see. It made people question whether the dancing maidens were more beautiful or the flowers themselves. Melodious notes sounded from within golden carriages and floated throughout the whole Imperial City. Behind honorable guards, sixteen white horses with golden bridles walked side-by-side as they pulled forward a magnificent platform. Located on top of the tall, magnificent platform was the focus of everyone’s attention, there stood the martial artist to perform a show to please the Gods. During the festive heavenly parade, the martial artist would adorn a golden mask, don splendid garments and wield a sword in one hand. He would perform the role of the first military deity in a millennium to have subdued demonic beasts——Martial God Heavenly Emperor Jun Wu. Being selected as the martial artist to perform such a show could be considered equivalent as to receiving the utmost honour, and thus the selection criteria was extremely strict. This year, the one who was chosen was none other than His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. The entire nation was convinced that he would surely be able to become the most marvellous martial artist to perform such a performance since the beginning of time. However, on that day, something unexpected occurred. During that time, the martial god on the magnificent stage was just about to land a killing blow on a demon. This was the most exciting scene, and thus the people on both sides of the Main Street were fired up with passion. The people on the city walls were also becoming more rowdy as they started outdoing each other in sticking their heads out to see, both struggling and shoving. Right at this moment, a young child fell from the top of the city gate tower. DISCLAIMER: This story is not mine, I did not wrote or own this, I really just want to share it to everybody. I am not the translator either. If you have means to support the author please do so. You can find this novel at novelusb.com PS. the cover photo are also not mine. Belongs to Mr. Google

Chen Qianmo, a successful businesswoman who is also a professional psychologist for criminals dies because of heart attack and gets reborn to the day when she is a 19-year-old bride. When she realizes that she has got a new chance to live on, she decides to make up for all the stupid mistakes she has made in her previous life - she cancels the wedding with the scumbag cheater Lin Xiang, who has lied to her and marries her only because he desires for her family’s properties. She also unites with her father whom she doesn’t understand in the previous life and becomes his lovely yet mature daughter that helps him solve both economic and love issues with her devoted aunt. Most importantly, she again meets the love of her life - Yu Changmo, an all-round young man who has money, look, and strong family background and who has had crush on her for years yet dares not to approach her because of his strange mental problem, one that only happens when he is talking to her. But not everything is wonderful even though Qianmo gets another chance to re-walk the path of her life – she has a hidden enemy that wishes her dead and she has a goal from previous life to achieve…With the help of Yu Changmo as well as her own excellent professional skills she acquires from the life earlier, they are combined into an invincible force and conquer all the possible barriers standing in their way. After all, they are a couple that are meant to be together whichever life they are in.

Description In his last life, he was a superstar that dominated the entertainment circle. In this life, he is a rebellious second generation wastrel. Confronting the aunt and uncle who wants to seize the family property and getting rid of those slag friends who only know how to eat and drink… Rong Xu: To not speak out means to perish in the silence! From starting out as a third-rate celebrity, he had to rely on his own efforts to rise to the top of the entertainment circle, aspiring to once again sit on the throne! Their first meeting — Rong Xu: Hello, I’m Rong Xu. This would be our first time meeting, I would appreciate your guidance. Qin Cheng: !!! (…Aahhh, He’s so cute! I really want to sleep with him!) Tags Acting Black Belly Calm Protagonist Celebrities Charismatic Protagonist Clever Protagonist Cute Story Devoted Love Interests Doting Love Interest Handsome Male Lead Love at First Sight Love Interest Falls in Love First Modern Day Reincarnation Showbiz Singers Strong Love Interest Transmigration Unconditional Love