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Right after finishing a meeting, I opened a forum and saw a warning post. The location tag was our company. The title read: “Red flag! What a cheap company. Anyone who joins is a total sucker. They can’t even afford a decent coffee break.” The photo attached showed the expensive coffee and five-star desserts I had just asked my assistant to distribute to everyone. I frowned and tagged the entire group chat, asking if anyone had suggestions about the afternoon tea. A Gen-Z intern who had just joined, Julian Hayes, instantly replied with a voice message: “Boss, no offense, but these assembly-line desserts are full of trans fats. Nobody would eat them.” “A truly humane company hires a Michelin chef to cook and slice everything fresh on site. That’s what real respect for employees looks like.” I laughed in disbelief. Our company’s daily coffee break budget was thirty dollars per person—already considered top-tier in the industry. So I replied, “Since it’s impossible to satisfy everyone’s taste, we’ll cancel afternoon tea from now on and convert the budget into cash for everyone instead.” Less than five minutes later, that post was updated: “Guys, can you believe this? I made a perfectly reasonable suggestion and the lame boss immediately canceled the whole coffee break perk! This is the true face of corporate greed—can’t handle even a little bit of honesty!”

Right after I am done with a meeting, I scroll through social media and come across a warning post with my company's location tagged. The title reads, "Avoid this place! Anyone who comes here is a sucker. The company is so stingy that it can't even provide decent snacks." The photos show the Starbucks drinks and five-star desserts I just asked my assistant to distribute to everyone. I frown and tag everyone in the group chat, asking for suggestions about the teatime snacks. A Gen Z intern, Alice Grimes, immediately sends a voice message, "No offense, Ms. Knox, but these mass-produced desserts are full of trans fats. Even dogs wouldn't eat them. A good company would hire Kitchelin chefs to cook on-site. Now that's called having true respect for employees." I laugh in disbelief. My company spends 50 dollars per person on daily tea time, which is considered top-tier in the industry. So, I reply, "Since it's hard to please everyone, we'll cancel teatime from now on and convert it into a cash allowance for everyone." Less than five minutes later, there is a new update in the social media post. "Guys, you won't believe this. I made a reasonable suggestion, and the petty boss just cut our teatime perk! This is how a typical capitalist behaves. They can't handle any honest feedback."

Right after I reunite with my rich biological family, Ruth Stark, the adopted daughter, eagerly helps me fit into her social circle. But those rich scions constantly mock me and force me to drink. They also make crude jokes at my expense. I am furious, while Ruth walks over gracefully and says with a face full of concern, "Don't tease my sister. She just came back from the countryside and is clueless about the way things are here. I will drink for her." Everyone praises her for being kind and magnanimous while further cementing my reputation as a country bumpkin. One day, Ruth plans to take me to another gathering with her friends. Just as I am about to snap, the butler of Mason Frost, suddenly arrives at our door. He says it is a generous gift personally sent by Mason's mother. My parents instantly beam with joy and grab Ruth's hand excitedly. They praise, "You have made us proud, Ruth. It seems the Frost family is very satisfied with you. This marriage alliance is practically settled." Ruth lowers her head shyly, casting a taunting glance at me. But when I see the tag on the gift box, I can't help but laugh. Every employee who joins Frost Group receives this exact welcome gift. If Mrs. Frost finds out someone has mistaken this for a wedding gift for marrying her son, she will probably be very annoyed.

I’d been dead a month before my family even noticed. It wasn’t concern that brought them to that realization. It was my silence after the so-called “dinner” with Adam Rossi, the infamous mafia boss. My father scoffed like always,“She probably shacked up with that bastard. Too busy spreading her legs to pick up the damn phone.” My sister texted me a photo of them smiling under the Christmas tree, ornaments twinkling like nothing was wrong. Bitch, she wrote. You better talk Mr. Rossi into working with Dad, or you might as well be dead already. And my mother—once the softer one—was now colder than the frost on their windows. “I told you, we should’ve sent Gia to charm Mr. Rossi. Serena always screws things up.” They didn’t think I would die. Not until they found my body—broken, rotten, and forgotten—in Adam Rossi’s basement.

Stacey Greenwood thought her life was perfect, even though her boyfriend Grant was nearly blind. She still thought life was good. Then she got a call from her mother saying her father was rushed to hospital and to come back quickly. Her life was never the same again. Grant chose that time to show his insecurities and delayed her so her father died. He had her travel back as she was concerned for him only for them to have a huge argument. She had a terrible accident and when she woke-up she thought she was her dead twin sister Amber. Can she build a good life for herself as her dead sister? When Grant finds out what happened to her, can he help her remember who she really is? And why is Grant's mother so against him getting back together with her? When in the past she loved Stacey.

Ley Baler died. However, he later discovered that he has nowhere to go because a war of goddesses erupted in the world of the deceased and destroyed the kingdom of the dead! Poor him and his fellow souls! Thankfully, there was another kind and beautiful goddess who saved him, and even turned him into a Skyworld dweller. However, since he is not a natural-born deity, he would have to create followers and believers on earth, otherwise, his weak spirit will slowly wane till it reduces to not even a speck of dust in the great wide universe. The challenge though is that his powers have nothing to do with healing or anything useful. So how would he gather followers? What should he do when his abilities are more suited for construction sites?! Follow Ley's journey as he established his own church, discover why the kingdom of the dead was attacked, and attain real godhood through his weird, no, amazing abilities.

When I lay dreaming of what my life could have been if I was human and not a hybrid, it always ends the same way, stop wishing for something impossible Laya. I am a hybrid, my yellow eyes a dead giveaway, and in the eyes of humans we are the virus that nearly destroyed the world.

Teresa has been blaming herself for the events that occurred the night her parents died. From being a beloved pack member to the most hated she-wolf. However one conversation after dinner with the alpha may shake up the whole pack. Will Teresa be back on top or end up dead?

Hunter, Vampire, Witch, Werewolf. Mateo took a step back when he heard a beat. A loud beat coming from his heart. He gasped and lifted his right hand to his chest. He felt it! He felt his dead heart beating back alive! How long has it been? 500 decades? No. 1000 decades? No. It has been 2000 decades since he was born with a dead heart. A chuckle came out from his mouth and then he erupted into a burst of laughter with tears running down his face. Oh! How he waited for this day! It took him a few minutes to calm down before he looks up from the floor. He took a slow step towards the cold-eyed enchantress in front of him. The seductive figure was the one who had been busy slaughtering a few of his clans. He stopped in front of her and bent down to her ears. “Mates, you’re mine!”

I was not supposed to be at that wedding. But I was there. Standing in the back of a registry hall watching the man I had loved for six years kiss his new bride like I had never existed. No warning. No goodbye. Just a wedding invitation I found out about from the internet. That was the day my life split in two. Before Adrian. After Adrian. The after part came with a sick father, a hospital threatening to discharge him and a bill I could not pay in three lifetimes. I had nothing. Then Jaden Parker found me. He was everything Adrian was not. Harder. Colder. A man who had built walls so high around himself that warmth had simply stopped trying. He did not come with comfort or kindness. He came with a contract. Two years. One condition. His ring on my finger. I signed it because my father’s life was worth more than my pride. I was supposed to count the days. I was not supposed to start losing track of them. I was not supposed to notice the way he looked at me when he thought I could not see. Or feel safe in a house that was not mine. Or forget that everything between us had a price tag and an end date. But here I am. One year in. Heart wide open. Completely unprepared. Falling for a man who wrote no love into the terms and conditions. And the worst part? I think he is falling too. But neither of us is brave enough to say it first…