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Lin Chuan, a struggling writer, finally got his golden finger—the Career Life Experience System. Randomly experiencing a profession, after the experience is over, novels will be generated based on Lin Chuan's experiences. But Lin Chuan found that the professions he experienced were all too sketchy! Swindler, Assassin, Hacker, Touch Gold Captain... Corresponding novels were born: “Swindler,” “Hacker Kingdom,” “Touch Gold Notes,” and others came into existence. Before he knew it, his works became popular. Selected reader comments: “This book describes things too realistically, this is definitely an autobiography!” “With you confessing and me confessing, Mr. Lin will end up in prison sooner or later.” “Author Lin Chuan (×), Suspect Mr. Lin (√)” Unexpectedly, the reader's prophecy has come true! The police showed up, “We suspect you're involved in serious illegal and criminal activities!” Lin Chuan, “Huh?” The police, “The crimes in your novels, they're your actual deeds, right?” Lin Chuan's vision went dark. Done for, I've written myself into the station, but I'm really not a criminal suspect!!!!!!

[Currently under heavy editing] Death. What is death actually? Athan, a twenty-one year old genius, died in an accident. He got hit by a truck and was thrown few meters on the ground. "I couldn't even finish reading the novel..." He regrettably thought, holding onto his phone tightly not wanting to let go. In the screen, there were letters written in a sentence waiting to be read. However, he couldn't. In his last moment, he could only think of one thing. It was his wish to finish the remaining three chapters of the novel. "I guess I'll never find out the ending..." He closed his eyes and let his mind get drowned in darkness. [ Timer left : 00Y : 00H : 00M : 03S ] [ Timer left : 00Y : 00H : 00M : 02S ] [ Timer left : 00Y : 00H : 00M : 01S ] [ Timer left : 00Y : 00H : 00M : 00S ] As the loud ticking sound rang in his ear, his mind finally gave out as he fell unconscious. He was dead. He was sure of it, but... "Eh...?" The moment he opened his eyes, he found himself in someone else's body. He stared at his hands in surprise and noticed that he was in a body of a newborn child that came out just a few moments ago. And worse, "So... Am I gonna die again?" He was reincarnated as a villain. ~~~ Hello guys, Author here, I just wanted to say that this is the first novel I've ever write, also my language is not full english. So, expect that some of my grammar are bad. Feel free to criticized me if my writing is bad, so I can change and learn more about writing. I will be re-editing the first volume in the future.

Nari the girl, whose punches every other guy of her age in her school had tasted. Park Ye Jun, the guy who excessively seemed interested in this tomboy who had entered his life first when she beat the pulp out of his friend. Nari hated Ye Jun but Park Ye Jun never missed a chance of showing his feelings to her. But then why suddenly he left the city and cut ties with everyone, even Nari. Why did he leave Nari alone when she wanted him finally? And what will happen when he finally comes back and Nari hates him again? Join them on the wistful, humourous, and sometimes unpredictable journey of them, The Page Where We Left... The total number of chapters (targeted): 150. Updates: Two chapters daily. The Privileged readers can get access to a sneak peek of further two to four chapters. It's a slow burn so buckle yourself up for A long journey!!!! Catch me on insta: _aislinn_jasper_ or talk to me on discord: Aislinn_Jasper #2125

N'adorez-vous pas quand les femmes passent d'hommes qui ne les ont jamais appréciées à des hommes qui vénèrent le sol sur lequel elles marchent ? Pendant quatre ans, le mari d'Amelia Brown l'a traitée comme si elle était la personne la plus inutile sur terre. Mais quand elle a finalement signé les papiers et qu'il a découvert la véritable beauté, force et puissance de son ex-femme, il a voulu la récupérer par tous les moyens. Il est peut-être trop tard car maintenant, il devra affronter le puissant milliardaire Lucas Sullivan pour elle. Et malheureusement pour lui, Amelia est devenue la chose la plus précieuse pour Lucas Sullivan.

Tom Foster has his life planned out, and he's systematically pursuing his goals. At twenty-two, he's been organist and choirmaster at The Episcopal Church of the Good Shepherd for three years, he's working on his doctoral thesis, and he's beginning a secondary career performing in concert. There is no room in his schedule for romance ... until Noah Webster, a gorgeous green-eyed blond, walks into the church one evening to audition for the choir.<br><br>What starts as an arrangement of convenience -- Tom's usual page turner is unavailable, and Noah agrees to do the job-soon turns into a fast friendship. Then Noah, who is saddled with an obnoxious roommate, rents the spare bedroom in Tom's house, and ultimately the two men become lovers and partners in life.<br><br>But before they can ride off into the sunset together, they must face one major obstacle: Noah's violent, homophobic Southern Baptist father.

Like most candidates, Zlatan's dream was a simple one. To pass the hunter's test, join a guild, hunt monsters and reach the A-class. Eventually, as he dreamed of, he achieved it hundreds of years later. Having sacrificed more than he could take in, using the most unthinkable and brutal measures, he became an S-class Hunter instead. Obtaining the Copper Flame back then after the Aura Awakening Ritual, that was his greatest flaw. Taking a span of 80 years to reach a D-class. Still, Zlatan Elmore became the most powerful hunter to exist. Falling on the battlefield against a Two-horned Dragon, he suddenly awoke as his 30 year old self. Given another chance at life, he didn't only have his memories but he's also given a Blank Scroll. This mysterious scroll doesn't only speak, its omniscient!

The Golden world. A fated land of destiny we loved yet... hated. The place we thought we missed. Little did we know it was deeper than the simple us. A Lie? A life we had to live when we were missing the point of living. ACF, a forgotten timed legend of the Golden World, is granted a wish; to pull this land to a longed-for chapter. “A new chapter?” But is this Golden World the land of peace? We slowly unraveled the answers to our wonders. This was the place where it all… began... It's a pure fantasy and mystery story. It is written to fit all ages preferences. No R-rated ideas will be included.

As she walked back to her room, her mind raced. "Oh no. I'm inside a novel. This novel," she thought, panic bubbling beneath her composed exterior. She was living in the world of the book she had been so engrossed in, reincarnated as the character everyone loved to hate. Determined to survive and rewrite her fate, Amelia resolved to navigate this treacherous new world with care. She would use her knowledge of the novel to her advantage, starting with maintaining her new persona as the overly friendly, reformed stepmother. And perhaps, just perhaps, she might even find a way to win the cold duke's heart.

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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!