Solo Leveling Cha Hae Novels & Stories

Connor Lockwood abandons me at the hospital's entrance even though I'm bleeding in the middle of my pregnancy. He insists on sending his client, a divorcée, home. The blood flows down my legs, but he hurries off without another look back. He should've been at the hospital and by my side, but instead, I see him in his client's social media update. It's captioned, "Thank goodness for my wonderful lawyer. Do you know who gets to have hangover soup when they're drunk? Me!" I spend the rest of the night wide awake. The following morning, I calmly dial a number. "Dad, I've made up my mind. I'll return home in three days to take over the company."

Ariah was mate less, excited to clock 18 so she could find her mate, she eventually found her mate but he rejects her immediately, She was abused more after her rejection and she could not bear it anymore, she escapes at night but stumbles into forbidden territory and gets caught by a patrol, what would become of Ariah? would she find another mate? or would be lonely forever?

In front of the orphanage gates, Rebecca Schwartz, the impoverished student I had been sponsoring, stood glaring at me with a face full of disdain. "If you don't let Freddie come along, I'm not going to your house either," she declared, her tone sharp and unyielding. In the past, blinded by love and hopelessly infatuated, I would have caved to her demands, humbling myself just to keep the peace. But things were different now—I had been reborn. Staring at this despicable pair, who had once caused my tragic demise, a tidal wave of fury surged within me. Yet, it settled into nothing more than a faint, icy smile on my lips. "Then stay here," I said, my voice cold and steady. "Rot in this place alongside your precious Freddie. After all, trash like you belong in the garbage heap."

She thought she had it all a good husband and a beautiful home but one day this business man come home with is Secretary to demand a divorce because he will soon be a dad and wants to marry her soon to make it official. Nevaeh being the woman she is leave with her head held high and heart broken,

My family has this outdated tradition. On my twenty-second birthday, whoever gets my heirloom bracelet first becomes my wife. For the past eighteen years, my childhood sweetheart, Madison Young, teased that she’d be the one to claim them. However, when I opened the box, the beads snapped and spilled across the floor, right in front of a blind girl passing by, Grace Bellamy. She bent down and picked them up. Madison made a scene, urging me to marry her instead, just to please my father’s illegitimate son, Connor Vaughn. Watching Grace stand there, flustered and surrounded, I stepped forward, shielding her with my body. "Fine," I said. "I’ll marry her."

After my death, I found myself inside a romance strategy game, where the system assigned me three male leads. If I followed its instructions and successfully captured the heart of any one of them, I would return alive and well in the real world. Drawing on my experience, I crafted careful scripts to win their affection. Yet, every attempt ended in failure. The reason was simple: each of them had already fallen for the dazzling heroine of their world. They hurled cruel words at me, as if wishing I would just drop dead. In the end, I fulfilled their desire—when my strategies failed, the system erased me. But the moment I died, they all regretted it. One by one, they begged the heavens to return me to them.

Emma is an honest, brave, and innocent girl. She lives in the Nightwalker pack house as an omega, the lowest of the wolf rank. She is an Alpha daughter, but her parents died in the big war and she was left on her own to survive. She is a maid in the pack and they mistreat her, but she is excited because she is waiting for her 18th birthday so she can find her mate. On her 18th birthday, she finds him, the Alpha's son. But that is not all, he is in a love relationship with the worst girl in the pack, the Beta's daughter. He rejects her and she is left heartbroken. Then he appears, one of the strongest werewolves alive, and he is the one to make her his...... IF THEY CAN SURVIVE THE OBSTACLES.

I was sent back in time to the very day my sister and I had to choose our mafia husbands. This time, though, I discovered I could hear people’s thoughts. In my previous life, my sister married Caspian, a violent brute. She lived every day in fear, trapped in a nightmare she could never escape. I, on the other hand, married Arnold—the gentleman everyone admired, living a life others envied. However, my sister had also been sent back in time, and this time, she made her move first. She chose Arnold, the “perfect husband” she had always coveted. At that moment, her thoughts echoed clearly in my mind. ‘Elysia shall suffer instead. This time, I’ll make sure I choose the good husband first.’ Her malice was unmistakable. My dear sister, did you really think I was happy in my last life? Since you want that life so badly, I’ll hand it to you myself.

  "It’s just for a year. I promise to remain chaste..." Ami assured her fiancé, unaware those words would shatter her world.   Two days before her wedding, her uncle offers her a chance to transform her family’s future, an overseas trip to secure their survival after her father’s death. Torn between love and duty, and pressured by her grieving mother, Ami agrees, believing it to be a temporary sacrifice.   But what if it was all a trap? What if Ami found herself trapped in a dilemma, forced to choose between surrendering her virginity or fulfilling her family’s dream? As her world crumbles around her, can she hold onto her vow of chastity? Will her fiancé wait for her or has her promise and sacrifice already cost her everything?

The woman got drunk and slept with an acquaintance at her high school reunion. It turned out that the man was a wealthy man who behaved rather strangely and had strange rules. Unfortunately, the woman was forced to marry him with a three-month contract. However, little did the woman know that the struggle of this contract was like a struggle in hell.