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"—No creo que te des cuenta, pero no soy ese tipo de chica. Se creía mi dueño, pero de ninguna manera iba a dejar que me viera quebrarme. —Te compré... ¿recuerdas? —respondió, con una mueca en la comisura de los labios. —No, tú compraste mi virginidad. La risa estalló cuando su siniestra mirada recorrió mi cuerpo. —¿No es lo mismo? *** Lyla, una estudiante universitaria, cae en apuros económicos al volver a estudiar. En un arrebato de desesperación -y borrachera- se inscribe en un sitio de Sugar babies con la esperanza de vender su virginidad al mejor postor. El único problema es que cuando Lyla vuelve en sí, se da cuenta de que no sólo se vendió a un hombre cualquiera, sino al Príncipe de Dubai. Un príncipe con secretos y sed de cosas oscuras y peligrosas. ¿Será capaz de resistirse a sus oscuras insinuaciones? ""Vendida al príncipe de Dubai"" es una obra de Scarlett Rossi, autora de eGlobal Creative Publishing."

“I don’t think you realize it, but I’m not that kind of girl.” He thought he owned me, but there was no way I would let him see me break. “I bought you… remember?” He replied, the corners of his lips turning up into a smirk. “No, you bought my virginity.” Laughter erupted as his sinister gaze swept over my body. “Isn’t that the same thing?” *** Lyla, a university student, falls into financial troubles when returning back to school. In a rush of desperation–and a drunken haze– she signs up to a Sugar babies site in hopes to sell her virginity to the highest bidder. The only problem is when Lyla returns to her senses, she realizes not only was she sold to just any man, she was sold to the Prince of Dubai. A prince with secrets and a hunger for all things dark and dangerous. Will she be able to resist his dark advances? Sold to the Prince of Dubai is created by Scarlett Rossi, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

"Acho que você não percebe, mas não sou esse tipo de garota." Ele pensava que me possuía, mas eu não deixaria que ele me visse fraquejar. "Eu comprei você... lembra?" Ele respondeu, os cantos de seus lábios se curvando em um sorriso irônico. "Não, você comprou minha virgindade." Risadas eclodiram enquanto seu olhar sinistro percorria meu corpo. "Não é a mesma coisa?" *** Lyla, uma estudante universitária, enfrenta dificuldades financeiras ao retornar à escola. Em um momento de desespero – e em meio a uma névoa de embriaguez – ela se inscreve em um site de Sugar babies na esperança de vender sua virgindade ao maior licitante. O único problema é que quando Lyla recupera a consciência, ela percebe que não foi vendida apenas para qualquer homem, ela foi vendida para o Príncipe de Dubai. Um príncipe com segredos e um apetite por coisas obscuras e perigosas. Será que ela conseguirá resistir aos seus avanços sombrios?

"Ich glaube nicht, dass du es verstehst, aber ich bin nicht diese Art von Mädchen." Er dachte, er würde mich besitzen, aber ich würde ihn niemals meine Schwäche sehen lassen. "Ich habe dich gekauft... erinnerst du dich?" Antwortete er, während sich seine Mundwinkel zu einem Grinsen verzogen. "Nein, du hast meine Jungfräulichkeit gekauft." Gelächter brach aus, als sein finsterer Blick über meinen Körper wanderte. "Ist das nicht dasselbe?" *** Lyla, eine Studentin, gerät in finanzielle Schwierigkeiten, als sie an die Universität zurückkehrt. In einem Anfall von Verzweiflung – und in einem betrunkenen Zustand – meldet sie sich bei einer Sugar-Babies-Webseite an, in der Hoffnung, ihre Jungfräulichkeit an den Höchstbietenden zu verkaufen. Das einzige Problem ist, dass Lyla, als sie wieder zu Sinnen kommt, erkennt, dass sie nicht an irgendeinen Mann verkauft wurde, sondern an den Prinzen von Dubai. Ein Prinz mit Geheimnissen und einem Hunger nach allem Dunklen und Gefährlichen. Wird sie seinen dunklen Avancen widerstehen können?

He ruled the mango world. Then he died. Now he’s stuck in a desert with no mangoes and a system that won’t shut up. Hari Varma was once the proud (and exhausted) heir to India’s largest mango plantation empire. But after spending his entire life managing exports, balancing budgets, and never once enjoying the fruit of his labor, fate decided to hit the brakes—literally. After a tragic (and oddly mango-themed) car accident, Hari wakes up in a strange new world that looks like Dubai… but with one outrageous twist: There are no mangoes. Not even one. Not in markets. Not in smoothies. They're banned. But things get even juicier when Hari discovers he’s been gifted a mysterious Mango System, a voice in his head that offers him mango-themed powers in exchange for completing certain ridiculous tasks. [System Alert]: Teach someone the joy of mangoes – Reward: Mango Sense Lv. 1 [System Alert]: Bribe a government official with a mango pie – Reward: Pit of Power (Throwable Weapon) [System Alert]: Say “I love mangoes” 100 times – Reward: Mango Armor (Smells like summer) Now, armed with nothing but sarcastic wit, fruity skills, and a deep-seated passion for forbidden fruit, Hari must create his own mango empire yet again. A comedically dramatic isekai about mangoes, missed chances, and making life a little sweeter—one juicy task at a time. Perfect for fans of absurd systems, heartfelt humor, and fruit-fueled rebellion.

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I wrote a book once. It was an unhinged fantasy born from my high-school brain, driven by loneliness and too many hormones. It was a world of beastmen, wild freedom, and the kind of romantic attention I could never get in real life. I poured every impossible desire into it: adventure, danger, and yes… a 'lot' of handsome partners. Before I knew it, I had a thousand chapters of pure escapism and pure thrill. Then on a college camping trip, I fell off a cliff. I expected to wake up in a hospital room but nope. I woke up on a soft field of grass, with air too fresh to belong anywhere on Earth. And then something moved behind me. Sticking out of my tailbone was... A tail. My tail? Yellow and black stripes and very, very real. I touched it. Completely real. My ears? Also gone—well, moved. They were now perched on top of my head like a confused jungle cat. And the outfit? Quite revealing, made of animal hide which matched my tail. What was going on? At first, I thought it was a prank. Or a dream. Or maybe karma is finally cashing in. But the more foreign memories evaded my mind, the clearer my situation became. This wasn't cosplay and it wasn't Earth, either. And—surprise—it wasn't even the world from my own book. Welp. I had been transported into a completely different Beastman world as a beast girl called Arinya. Sounds fun, right? Well… it would be, if I weren't apparently the ugliest duckling in the entire freaking savannah! Rejected by every potential mate I stumbled across and sneered at like a freaking eyesore. This was not how I planned my fantasy to come to reality. Trust me—if this is my fantasy come true, then someone needs to fire the author. But then again, after entering this world, I'm suddenly... Attractive. I mean, there's no change to my face and the freckles are still there, but for some reason, handsome beastmen begin to flock around me, because I smell... Pleasant. What's that all about?

Fu Shinian, an extra character in the original book, awakens to find that her whole family are the vicious villains in the story. Her father, unable to establish relations with the Marquis Changping's residence, is demoted and exiled by the male lead. Her mother is beaten to death on the road to exile, and Aunt Cheng is humiliated to death protecting her chastity. Her elder brother opposes the male lead to win over the female lead and dies saving her. Her elder sister makes life difficult for the female lead, and after their father is exiled, she is divorced by the male lead and sent to a pleasure house. To protect her family and change their tragic fate, isn’t it fair for her to absorb all the male and female leads' fortunes? * [Ding! Male and female leads' fortune -1000, Fu Mansion's fortune +1000] Mr. Fu: "I attended the morning court session, why did His Majesty promote me again!" Madam Fu: "I went to the temple to offer incense, and the master said I was surrounded by a powerful purple aura!" Aunt Cheng: "How did the Cheng Family suddenly become the imperial merchants!" Elder Brother: "It seems like I suddenly have gained intelligence, I know all the exam questions!" Elder Sister: "How come right after I broke off the engagement, Little General Gu came to propose?" * The Marquis Changping can only live to 25, in two years the title will belong to the male lead? She frantically absorbs the fortunes of the male and female leads to boost the Marquis Changping's fortune! During the plague lockdown, Fu Shinian brings medicine and travels long distances into the city to safeguard his health. He understands the girl's intentions, but he only has two years left to live, how can he drag her down. However, why does his heart ache so much watching her with someone else? Finally, the Marquis Changping forces Fu Shinian into the corner of the study, lowering his head to seek her lips: "Niannian, I was wrong."

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!