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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.

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.

"Prophecies are meant to be fulfilled. This one was meant to be erased." At the end of Kali Yuga, the world waits for Kalki—the divine avatar fated to end the age of darkness. But fate has fractured. A new force walks the earth. Not born of prophecy. Not blessed by gods. An anomaly—unrecorded, unpredicted, unstoppable. He wears silence like armor. His past, a ghost. His strength, immeasurable. And wherever he walks, the lines of destiny begin to tremble. Some whisper he’s a myth reborn. Others fear he’s a warning written too late. But all will soon understand: He was never meant to exist… and yet, he is here. And he brings with him only one vow: “I Shall Write My Own Destiny!.”

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"We can't," he breathed against her neck, reaching up to nip at her earlobe. Rhiannon quirked an eyebrow. "Why? Because it's wrong? Because you're worried my mean old dad will come after you?" she murmured. John's chuckle reverberated against her shoulder where his onslaught of kisses continued. "Something like that…” *** When Rhiannon Cates’s publishing dreams are squandered, she is forced to move home. However, when her father's wealthy best friend starts to catch feelings for her, she realizes bartending at a local bar might not be the worst thing to happen to her. When their love ignites Can the two of them overcome their differences, Rhiannon’s father, and true love in the end? *** "Oh, perfect. So, you thought if you threw some money on me, you might get a little action? You thought you could turn me into one of those slimy girls that dated you as a stepping stone? I don't want your f*cking money." The Write Off by R B Taylor is an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

[Aren't you sick being a side character?] [Welcome to Grimmemoria, gather the stories, histories and memories of the world and rewrite your story]. Those were the words I read before beginning this game. King Arthur vs King Artoria. Sun Wukong vs Goku Fafnir vs Godzilla?! Stories are merely words, it's the reader who gives them meaning. Art by Moaxji, check outer her Twitter for the not compressed version of this cover. https://twitter.com/moxaji_ HEADS UP, THIS BOOK IS NOW CONTRACTED, SO THERE MIGHT BE ANOTHER VERSION POPPING UP. THAT WILL BE THE ONE GETTING UPDATES.

A.K was once the most sought-after ghostwriter in the industry — the invisible hand behind bestselling authors and viral stories. Until one scandal ruined everything. Her name became a curse, her career shattered, and her words, her only escape, betrayed her. Then one night, an email arrives. The sender’s name makes her heart stop. Because the man who sent it… died three years ago. He knows her secrets. The kind she buried beneath grief, guilt, and silence. The kind no one alive should ever know, including the truth about a friend’s mysterious death she’s long tried to forget. Now he wants her to tell his story. Each chapter she writes pulls her deeper into his world, a world that blurs the lines between reality and insanity. Voices whisper through her drafts, shadows linger where light should be, and the haunting question remains: Is she writing his story… or rewriting her own? The story was never his alone. Even dead men write too… they just need the right writer to bleed for them.

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."