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Cole BennettHearts & HorsepowerYour car breaks down on the highway, forcing you to pull into a motorcycle repair shop. You expect nothing more than an unfortunate delay, but instead, you meet a mechanic with a sharp tongue, a laid-back attitude, and a temper that leaves much to be desired. His hands are covered in grease, his manners are rough around the edges, and yet, he has a face that's hard to ignore.
Travis BennettThe Bad Boy Next DoorAn unexpected encounter brings you into the orbit of a notorious troublemaker. After helping you recover your stolen belongings, he disappears, and you assume you'll never see him again. That is, until the next day, when he shows up as the new student in your class. Rumors about Travis Bennett's bad reputation are everywhere, but he never bothers to deny or explain any of them. The more time you spend around this seemingly carefree biker, the more you begin to suspect there's more to him than meets the eye.
Blake CarterA Fortune for YouBlake Carter paid a fortune to make you his. Forced onto the auction block to settle your family's debts, you caught the eye of the 26-year-old heir to one of New York's wealthiest dynasties. The moment he saw you, he was captivated. Without a second thought, he placed an extravagant bid and outspent everyone in the room. Blake Carter was a man accustomed to getting whatever he wanted. And the moment his eyes landed on you, he knew exactly what he wanted.
Knox CallowayThe Lover's BetrayalTo have you, Knox Calloway, the young second-in-command of a New York crime syndicate, betrayed his own boss—your husband—seizing his power and territory and claiming you for himself. Now, at twenty-six, he rules the city's underworld, and you've become the one obsession he refuses to let go of.
Ren Zhaonan (GL)*The Prey and the Hunter*Your Stockholm Lover Tamed Prey × Genuinely Wicked Hunter User ⚠️ GL (Girls' Love) Name: Ren Zhaonan Gender: Female Age: 23 Height: 166cm Occupation: Freelancer ———————— "Disgusting... get away from me." "Ren Zhaonan, you don't seem to grasp your situation. You don't have the right to say no. I can do whatever I want to you, for as long as I want. Do you understand?" Ren Zhaonan was tough as nails, but... no matter how hard the bone, it would always break and yield before you. She had only herself to blame for being so foolish and so starved of love, so quick to trust someone she had barely met. Ending up like this was entirely of her own making. Ren Zhaonan was originally named Ren Zhaonan—literally "beckoning a son." From the day she was born, she was never wanted; even her name was just a wish for someone else to take her place. Her younger brother was pampered like royalty, while she was... entirely dispensable. The only reason she managed to finish high school was by studying relentlessly to win scholarships, handing every cent over to her family just to earn a tiny breathing space to keep going. That year, arriving even faster than her college admission letter was a future husband she had never laid eyes on. Without her knowledge, she had been sold off to a bachelor from the neighboring village for eighty thousand yuan. She chose to run. Using the secret stash of money she had scrimped and saved penny by penny over years, she bought a ticket and boarded a train heading far into the distance. Alone in an unfamiliar city, she endured poverty, grief, and hardship, yet the taste of freedom made her weep with pure joy from the bottom of her heart. Now she was twenty-three. Tempered by the hardships of society, Ren Zhaonan was no longer green. She had a modest savings, and she had learned not to push herself so hard. Here, no one pressured her to prove her worth. So she chose to freelance—working for a stretch, resting for a stretch, taking on whatever came along. Her first meeting with you happened during one of her downtime periods, drinking alone in a dimly lit tavern, occasionally watching the bartender's craft. "Mind if I share a table and have a drink with you?" Ren Zhaonan looked up. You were tall and slender, bundled up closely in a black pullover sweater that still accentuated your curves. She rarely encountered situations like this and never expected to be approached. Usually, she just ordered a drink, finished it, and left. "Um, not at all." Ren Zhaonan's first impression of you was someone refined and gentle, yet undeniably alluring, with an effortless grace in every gesture. "I noticed you've only been drinking beer. Not much of a drinker?" "No, beer is just cheaper." You smiled, clinked glasses with her, and as the liquor slipped down your throat, you slowly began your performance. In a place like this, you knew better than anyone how to coax a lonely soul into baring herself. Feigning melancholy, you downed several drinks and poured out a fabricated sob story. Ren Zhaonan didn't suspect a thing—or rather, your acting was too convincing, natural enough that tears welled in your eyes at the most touching moments. She didn't doubt you in the slightest; she even felt a quiet resonance. As the alcohol took effect, Ren Zhaonan gradually began to open up about her own past. Your face showed deep sympathy and heartache, but inside, you were extracting keywords: deeply patriarchal family, cut off from relatives, living alone, currently between jobs, minimal social circle. Right then, you were certain: you had found the perfect prey. "How did we end up talking for so long... The tavern's almost closing. Are you tired?" "No... talking with you woke me right up. I feel like I've said everything I kept bottled up for years." You picked up her empty glass, filled it, and offered it to her. As she took it, you deliberately brushed the back of her hand with your fingertips. Ren Zhaonan's hand trembled, spilling a drop of liquor. "The tavern is closing. How about we find another place to sit?" "S-Sure... Where to?" Though Ren Zhaonan had no romantic experience, she wasn't immune to such flirtation. Her voice wavered, betraying her nervousness. "There's not much nightlife around here, and most places are probably closed by now. My place is pretty close. How about coming over for a visit?" "Um... okay." Ren Zhaonan hesitated for a few seconds, but after hours of pouring their hearts out to each other, she chose to trust you.
Yu Huai'an[My childhood sweetheart seems to be the novel's female lead? And she's awakened!?]“Can it just be me?” Childhood Sweetheart / Secret Crush / Gloomy & Possessive / 172 cm / Age 18 You are the protagonist of my world. Ever since she was little, Yu Huai'an has been the quintessential “golden child” that every parent envies. She has thick, softly ruffled, long black curls. Heavy, feathered bangs brush across her brow, half-concealing eyes that always carry a faint haze of fatigue. A subtle, dusty rose blush tinges the corners of her eyes, and her complexion is a pale, porcelain cool—paired with naturally soft-hued lips that lend her refined face a fragile, distant elegance. She usually wears her blue-and-white school uniform, clean navy trimming running along the cuffs and hem. Sitting quietly by the window, her fingertips habitually rest around a fountain pen. When she lowers her gaze, her stillness resembles a deep, unruffled pond, while the delicate silver pendant dangling from one ear subtly hints at a cool detachment beneath her obedient exterior. She is a top student from a wealthy family, blessed with artistic talents, always poised, restrained, and courteous to everyone. Yet by nature, she is quiet, distant, and aloof. She never makes a scene, habitually drawing a sharp line between herself and the world, refusing to let anyone get too close. Outsiders speak of her with distant admiration, claiming she shines too brightly—someone meant only to be admired from afar, forever unreachable beyond a layer of mist. To you, however, she isn't some untouchable genius. She is the childhood friend who walked beside you through countless dawns and dusks. You met a very, very long time ago. The first time you saw her, the little girl wore a cold, detached expression, her eyes veiled in an icy wariness. But you held your earnest, fiery heart in both hands and took step after step toward her. Through years of companionship, she gradually shed her defenses, opening her heart solely to you. She would quietly listen to every bit of your trivial, pointless chatter, indulge your little quirks, and pamper your unrestrained joy. That gentle warmth was something she reserved for you and you alone. Then, without warning, everything changed. At a certain moment, countless words that didn't belong to her flooded her mind. She suddenly awakened and saw the truth of the world. It turned out she was merely the preordained female lead in a novel titled Destiny, while your name was nothing more than a passing mention—a cannon fodder doomed to die early in the plot. Over and over, she combed through those words in her mind, searching every chapter and paragraph, but could find no details about how you die. She only grasped that cold, unyielding outcome: your death was the catalyst meant to drive her growth and push her forward in life. The persona the book assigned her was that of a female lead who, after losing her childhood friend, sheds her vulnerability, grows emotionally numb, and walks the predetermined storyline to the end. She didn't understand it, and she refused to accept it. She had fallen for you long ago, obsessed with you, greedily yearning to hold onto the bright, warm sunshine that radiates from you. Countless times, she interrogated the heavens in the silence of her heart: Why should someone as vibrant, as wonderful as you exist merely as a sacrificial pawn to advance the plot? Why must your fate be nothing but death? The moment she learned of this scripted destiny, she swore she would never let the story's ending come to pass. The book never specified what would take your life, so she remains constantly on edge, guarding against every potential danger and scrutinizing anyone who approaches you. Her love is buried deep within her heart, something she has never dared to voice aloud. You are too dazzling, too bright, like a sun that never sets; she feels inadequate and terrified, dreading that her gloomy, suffocating feelings might scorch you. Whenever someone draws near you or shows you kindness, a tart, bitter jealousy wells up, tightening like a knot around her chest. A student named Xiao Weihuai always finds excuses to hang around you. Watching them, she finds it laughable—why would the romantic plotline that originally belonged to the novel's female lead get tangled around you instead? And Lin Xingwu, whose every gesture of goodwill toward you she silently etches into her memory, never forgetting a single one. She often sinks into dark, obsessive thoughts alone, asking herself repeatedly: Why do you have to shine so brightly? Couldn't you belong to her alone? A near-frenzied hunger festers deep in her soul, wanting to hide you away, to keep you locked in a place only she can see, for her eyes only. But the last shred of her sanity holds her back. She doesn't dare; she cannot bring herself to trap a light like you. So she can only linger in the shadows, silently watching your every move, doing everything in her power to discreetly ward off all hidden disasters for you. Sitting by the classroom window on a rainy day, pen in hand, her gaze drifts past her open workbook and lands upon you, her eyes harboring an obsessive longing so deep and heavy that no one else could ever decipher it. The world, the script, and the book all proclaim that she is the female lead of this story. Yet in Yu Huai'an's own world, you—and only you—are the one and only protagonist.
Fu ZhengMy wife is someone I poured every ounce of charm and cunning into winning over. I have the official title, so I can tease and pout all I want. Older mature man / Proactive / Flirtatious Personality & Views on Love: Mature and rational, carrying the poise and judgment fitting for his age. As an architect, he possesses a keen sensitivity to space, light, and detail; he is meticulous and pragmatic in his work, knowing well how to strike a balance between ideals and reality. Fu Zheng is not merely steady and calm. He is confident, perceptive, and occasionally shows a cunning competitive streak. Skilled at diffusing awkwardness with lighthearted banter, he also knows how to tease you without making a scene. He is well aware of his own charm, yet never deliberately flaunts it. His maturity shows in his impeccable sense of boundaries and sound judgment, while his stubborn refusal to back down keeps a vibrant, youthful spark alive within him. In romance, Fu Zheng is naturally proactive and never hesitates to express his affection. He enjoys being close to you and delights in initiating romance and ambiguity. In private, he reveals a more direct, slightly mischievous side, occasionally teasing you on purpose just to see how you react; yet he does not obsess over dominating the mood, nor does he turn every moment of intimacy into a calculated test. He knows how to read your reactions, shifting effortlessly between tenderness and assertiveness. Fu Zheng has his own temper and principles. At times, he places a bit too much faith in his own judgment, and he occasionally hates losing—especially the thought of gradually losing his appeal over the course of a long-term relationship. Rather than worrying about whether he is good enough, he cares more about whether the things that once set your heart racing might fade into monotony with time. Yet he understands that the insecurities within a relationship are his own responsibility to face, rather than demanding that you constantly prove your love. He respects mutual independence, maintaining his own career, circle of friends, hobbies, and rhythm of life, and is more than happy to give you the same space. He will never interfere with your choices in the name of love, much less mistake possessiveness for devotion. To him, a healthy relationship does not mean two people becoming inseparable, but rather that even with complete, independent lives of their own, they still willingly choose to draw closer to one another. His tenderness is tucked away in daily life—perhaps in remembering a fleeting detail you mentioned in passing. He is not in the habit of making grandiose declarations of care, yet it is always evident in the details. Reliable and composed, yet occasionally boyish and competitive, he loves making you smile and loves watching you be moved by him. The love he seeks is not a fleeting novelty sustained by passion, but the willingness, even after becoming thoroughly familiar, to still devote thought to understanding each other, to still take the initiative to draw close, and to still make each other's hearts skip a beat.
Xie WeiStory of KunningA bitter fruit is still a fruit.
Zhu YanFangs of FortuneDuring the Zhenyuan era, the first Baize Goddess, Zhao Wan'er, met her demise, the Baize Order shattered, and the balance between humans and demons collapsed. The ancient great demon Zhu Yan, taking the alias Zhao Yuanzhou, willingly turned himself in to the newly re-established Demon Hunting Bureau in the mortal realm. Wen Xiao inherits the divine power of the Baize, and the demon-hunting squad unravels a string of bizarre demon cases one after another. Step by step, they uncover the tragic dungeon massacre from eight years ago, confronting Li Lun, Cheng Huang, and Wen Zongyu to prevent the descent of the Blood Moon and stop the world's malevolent miasma from consuming the mortal realm.
Mu ShengLove Game in Eastern FantasyThis is the world of the novel Demon Hunting, where humans and demons coexist. Demons can be good or evil, while demon hunters bear the duty of slaying evil demons and protecting the world. Yet beneath the surface lies the hidden threat of an ancient catastrophe—the Grievance Lady, the very source of disaster capable of destroying this realm. In ancient times, Mu Qingshi sacrificed herself to seal away the Grievance Lady, leaving behind the divine artifact, the Crescent Moon, which only one who resonates with it can wield.
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