Psychological
Murdering Cinderella
The Prince was searching the entire city for the girl who had lost a Crystal Slipper.
My Stepsister stole my shoe, falsely claiming that she was the one who had danced with the Prince the night before.
Little did she know, the Prince had committed a murder that night.
And I was the only eyewitness.
I Entered a Death Game Where Love Is Forbidden
When I was pulled into the Death Game, the System gave only one rule: No Romance. As luck would have it, the boy I was paired with for survival in the first Dungeon was gentle, brilliant, and always took the hits for me.
It wasn’t until the Life Gate opened that he admitted with a smile that he was an Administrator.
But what he didn’t know was that I was one, too.
After My Husband Mistook Me for a Brother-Obsessed Leech
My husband thinks I’m one of those women who bleed their husbands dry for their brothers and sisters. What he doesn’t know is that my “eldest brother” is actually the son I gave birth to at nineteen, my “second brother” is the son I gave birth to at twenty-five, and my “little sister” is the daughter I gave birth to at twenty-eight.
That Awesome Girl!
The villain was rich, but depressed.
I was poor, and worse, I was the heroine of an angst novel.
My parents were destined to die, leaving me and my grandmother to depend on each other.
Then, when Grandma fell seriously ill, I would have no choice but to grovel at the male lead’s feet.
He would torment me physically and emotionally, lock me up, make me miscarry, and in the end, I would die in despair.
Only then would he be filled with regret.
I figured all of it came down to being broke, so I decided to throw my lot in with the villain.
I found the villain quietly slitting his wrists and, fighting off the dizziness from low blood sugar, tried to talk him down.
“I’m not here to stop you. I just wanted to discuss whether you could maybe die a little later.”
“You don’t want your assets to go to your dad’s illegitimate son, do you? Are you really okay with them inheriting your money, buying yachts and private jets, and traveling the world?”
“All you have to do is hold on for a few more years. Then you’ll found your own company, become the new darling of the tech industry, and multiply your wealth more than tenfold.”
“I’ll help you take a shortcut. When the time comes, give me a cut, and I’ll help you get rid of Xie Xun.”
The villain’s eyes lit up, but he still looked disdainful.
“You?”
“Be grateful. Besides me, who else is on your side? Your dad? Your mom?”
That stabbed the villain right where it hurt.
Because he was an orphan with both parents still alive.
The Non-Existent Thief
I am a Thief.
While I was stealing, the homeowner came back.
With no other choice, I had to hide Under the Bed.
But in the next second, the Man pulled out a Knife and slit the woman’s throat, then took out his Phone to make a call.
Just as he dialed, from the pocket of my clothes,
came the sound of vibration.
Eighteen Layers Above the Human World
At my boyfriend’s house, I finally found my aunt, who had been missing for over a decade after being abducted.
She was no longer the gentle, soft-spoken goddess from the dance department I remembered.
As for the family that had tormented her: the father, dressed in a sharp suit, expected me to call him ‘Uncle’; my boyfriend was in the middle of a soulful marriage proposal; and the youngest sister, wearing a bright, radiant smile, referred to her as ‘the family-less madwoman.’
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I swear, I didn’t mean to break into that room.
It was just that the sound of something slamming against the door was so violent, it made me feel as if a wild beast were trapped inside.
Above the Crimson Steps
His Majesty handpicked three women to enter the palace and help secure the phoenix throne for the woman he loved.
The first was the Grand Tutor’s daughter, steeped in the classics and celebrated throughout the capital for her brilliance.
The second was the general’s legitimate younger sister, peerless with bow and horse and proud to the bone.
The third was me, a woman without powerful kin or scholarly fame, armed only with hands that could manage a household and turn simple ingredients into exquisite food.
On the night before I entered the palace, Grandfather reminded me again and again to keep my head down and stay safe.
I smiled and agreed, yet as soon as I turned away, I wondered why I should.
The learned woman had no respect for her sovereign.
The horsewoman let her mount trample the palace steps.
As for the woman raised to the phoenix throne, she could not recognize a written character if it were as large as a grain measure.
Now that I had entered this game, I did not want safety.
I wanted to win.
Now that I had caught the emperor’s eye, I would not settle for a share of his favor; I would take it all.
Wife Sacrifice
I’m a washed-up, eighteenth-tier starlet who spent three years playing the submissive role just to marry into the Jiang Family, the wealthiest clan in the Beijing circle.
My three-hundred-million-yuan ‘wedding of the century’ to Jiang Yuan, the family’s only son, instantly shot to the top of the trending searches.
However, a big shot from the metaphysics circle claimed I had the face of a concubine.
The livestream chat exploded immediately:
“That’s hilarious. It’s the year 3202-who still becomes a concubine?”
“Is it possible they don’t mean a concubine, but a mistress?”
My expression darkened. I joined the livestream and pulled out my marriage certificate for everyone to see.
To my surprise, the master simply said:
“Among the living, you are indeed the primary wife.
“But if we’re counting the dead… well, that’s a different story.”
The Princess’s Journey: A Thousand Dreams of Zheng
After my Imperial Mother Consort died, I was given three foster mothers in succession.
Of those three foster mothers, some were deposed, and the others were ordered to die.
In the end, I landed in Beauty Lin’s care.
For three years, she and I lived together in peace, without incident.
Until she offended the wrong person and was thrown into the Office of Punishment.
My heart gave a jolt. Oh no. It looked like I was going to have to change foster mothers again.
Worse still, this time, she was the only one I wanted.
Bloody Revenge
When I was five years old, my mother and I died in a car accident.
The people who orchestrated the accident were my father and my mother’s best friend.
After receiving two insurance payouts, they got married and lived happily together as a family.
Occasionally, That Woman would get scared: “The mother and daughter who died-won’t they turn into Vengeful Ghosts and come back to take revenge on me?”
My father would laugh at her for being superstitious.
But they didn’t know-I wasn’t dead.
And the me who returned alive for revenge would be far more terrifying than any Vengeful Ghost.