Red Storm - Book 1-1.7

After retiring from the special forces, Ye Tian is hired by a beautiful boss as her personal bodyguard, leading to a colorful and adventurous life for him...

Aeliana Faelith is a Elven princess, battle-harden mage that is in a losing duel with hands of Lucian Valtheris—the Demon Lord and the man she once loved. But just before death claims her, He confesses her love—and takes his own life for her. In regret and pain, Aeliana screams for a second chance to save her beloved and restart their destined fate.The screen turns white, The Do-Over System grants her plea, She is then thrown back to the past, armed with her recent memories—of betrayal and heartbreak. Her mission is crystal clear: Stop Lucian before he becomes the monster she once faced.With multiple attempts on different timelines, The Do-Over System makes her choose one and that will be her final attempt and the Do-Over System will self-destruct permanently leaving her in the current timeline. She chooses a timeline out of 10 in which, she discovers she and Lucian had a child but Lucian is in a deep coma with amnesia and doesn’t know who she is—Will Aeliana be able to choose the ‘right’ timeline or doomed to save everyone? Is the child really theirs or a miracle honed to build peace between two opposing worlds then again—What is the price for falling for the Villain?Please support it with collections, This is an Cupid's Quill entry piece!!!

After the final high school exams, Zheng Qing didn't go to the long-desired Imperial University. Instead, he packed his bags, hugged his fox, followed an enigmatic notice, and ventured into an unknown university.Here, there was no advanced math, English, or political philosophy; they were replaced with divination, astronomy, and the philosophy of magic.Extracurriculars here involved demon hunting,And the hobbies were curious and diverse.He would sail the sea of learning and climb the mountain of books.This bewildered young man started his tumultuous journey as a wizard.(Group created: Six Two Three Eight Five Eight Nine Three One, you're welcome to join.)

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.