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Elyzara Thorne was just an ordinary woman until she died in the dumbest way possible. One moment she was walking down the street, the next, she was choking on a piece of candy and face-planting into the afterlife. Before she could even process her own stupidity, a snarky system appeared and dumped her into the body of a newborn baby. Sounds bad? Oh, it gets worse. Her new moms are the most terrifying tyrants the world has ever seen two ridiculously powerful empresses who rule with an iron fist, burn cities for fun, and make their enemies weep in fear. The entire kingdom is one bad day away from rebellion, and Elyzara’s new mission (whether she likes it or not) is to stop these two overpowered warlords from getting themselves overthrown. The problem? • She’s a literal infant. • Her moms worship the ground she drools on and think she’s the best thing since world domination. • Everyone around her is scared shitless of her “divine presence,” making diplomacy nearly impossible. Can Elyzara stop her bloodthirsty parents from committing war crimes before she’s old enough to walk? Or is she doomed to be the adorable mascot of tyranny?

Avendial is the man who lived all life with struggle, and misfortune surrounding him, yet he withstands until everything falls apart hands of twelve Supreme beings. He was alone, and broken, only support that he got was from the Abyss, something that is called evil, yet it embraced him, giving him a way to revenge. Now, Avendialis is on his way to destroy those Beings, but in his way, his first mission is to make the Son of Heaven's Moms and Heroines fall for him. destroy them mentality and take everything heaven have, It's Women and all...

What could romance mixed with gravels and bitter waters taste like? When love comes at the wrong time, tears of joy could turn tears of blood and agony. 'Single moms' brings to humanity the story of what it feels like to exit in a lone world - different from every other, the challenges of existing as a father and a mother and at the same time the stabbings of ex lovers who bring torture, the possibility of finding love and being loved again. What will it feel like, what will be the battle of new lovers trying to love moms who have become scared of being loved again? Here, the battle of character and emotional balance is what to look forward to. Written for and dedicated to Single moms the world over - Single moms solution tablet by favourite author, Anee A David

One day, I fell into the river and drowned. The God of River looked at me, and said: “You’re very brave, young one, so let me give you a mother as a reward. Would you like a golden-haired big-breasted elf mother with an extreme yandere personality, or a black-haired big-breasted sadistic human mother with a tsundere personality?” Me: “I choose… your mom, dammit! What I really want is to quickly reincarnate!!” The God of River smiled at me: “You are a honest lad indeed, so let me gift you both mothers. From now on, you will have two mothers!” Me: “Did you even listen to what I said?!”

In the heart of a costal town, where the ocean's gentle embrace met the shoreline, a story of love began. The town held secrets of romance etched into its very essence, tales of love that transcended time, whispered by the wind and echoed by the waves. Among those tales, there was one that would soon unfold, a story destined to be woven into the town's tapestry of affection.

One day, I fell into the river and drowned. The God of River looked at me and said: “You’re very brave, young one, so let me give you a mother as a reward. Would you like a golden-haired big-breasted elf mother with an extreme yandere personality or a black-haired big-breasted sadistic human mother with a tsundere personality?” Me: “I choose… your mom, dammit! What I want is to quickly reincarnate!!” The God of River smiled at me: “You are an honest lad indeed, so let me gift you both mothers. From now on, you will have two mothers!” Me: “Did you even listen to what I said?!”

Three S-Class Huntresses raised Cain Vernier like their own son. They bathed him, fed him, kissed his bruises goodnight. But Cain was never truly theirs. Not by blood. Not by fate. Not by the dark truth buried twelve years ago. At age 17, Cain learns what he really is: The last surviving member of a cursed demon bloodline. A walking apocalypse—dormant, for now. There’s only one thing keeping his monstrous instincts at bay: A sacred ritual called The Marking, where his 'mothers' inject part of themselves into him… Through a kiss. Of blood. And something more. Now, what once felt like maternal affection begins to twist. Loyalties blur. Desires awaken. And Cain must confront the most forbidden truth of all: "What happens when a boy no longer wants to be their son ... but something 'more'?"

a simple story of my life to give you guys motivation. You must be fed up with your parents right? wanna try to understand them, maybe they'll understand you too.

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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!