The Celluloid Winter
By @john1208
I died in the snow, locked out of our estate in the bitter cold while my husband Tullio kept his mistress warm by our hearth. Now I am back, and I have learned exactly how to smile. High society thinks I am just the dizzy, cheerful Roscuro heiress, but beneath my endless giggles lies a meticulously crafted blueprint for ruin. I sit in a smoky tavern, sliding a contract across the table to Ignazio Morante - the ruthless king of the Ondanza slums, who owes me his life. We form an unstoppable duo, though our bond is forged in shared vengeance rather than love; I have sworn off romance for good. First, we will expose his mistress’s fake pregnancy at the lavish Winter Banquet. Then, when Tullio attempts to salvage his reputation with a grand, hurried wedding, my flamboyant projectionist will cast a film reel of Tullio's darkest sins across the cathedral's vaulted ceiling. Tullio only let me freeze because he falsely believed I carried a plague that would kill his sickly sister, but betrayal is still betrayal. Will the truth of his tragic choice extinguish my fiery revenge, or will I let him freeze in the bed he made?
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Rewriting the Frost: Spoiling My Ruthless CEO
By @john1208
I was always too kind for my own good. That fatal flaw cost me everything when I let Jorvan Dax manipulate me into forcing a divorce on Varonis Teth - the terrifyingly cold CEO of Tetharion Foundry. My reward for trying to do the 'right thing'? Being shoved into the freezing depths of Lake Myr by the very man I trusted. Now, waking up impossibly trapped inside our floating city's sealed mechanical sun, I've been given a second chance. I refuse to shrink away in fear anymore. I tear up the divorce papers and channel my boundless kindness into aggressively supporting my silent, stoic husband. Using my future knowledge of magitek patents and hidden ore deposits, I start building his corporate empire. Varonis is utterly flustered, secretly convinced my radiant smiles are a fleeting dream he'll soon wake from. But as I dismantle my former betrayers with a sweet smile, I uncover a chilling truth: the hunt for a legendary lost energy source and the mystery behind my icy murder are the exact same conspiracy. Will Varonis realize my love is finally real before the frozen depths claim me again?
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Venom in the Viewfinder
By @john1208
The flashbulbs of her high-society engagement announcement trigger Nivara Lenth's sudden awakening. One second she was bleeding out on the cold floor of Kastellon Ward - framed for her fiancé’s illegal wiretaps and murdered in prison to tie up loose ends - and the next, she is smiling for the cameras next to the man who orchestrated her demise. Masking her shock behind a quietly ruthless demeanor, Nivara immediately shifts gears. She seeks out Bramen Krell, a cold-hearted litigation attorney known for ruining lives, who has long been her fiercest boardroom nemesis. Together, they orchestrate a flawless, step-by-step destruction of her abusers. Their trap is perfect: funneling the mistress’s stolen millions into a rigged underground casino, while legally acquiring a majority stake in her fiancé's media empire to fire him on a live global broadcast. But told in alternating third-person perspectives between the two former rivals, a terrifying truth emerges. The temporal shift was not a miracle, but an experimental anomaly causing rapid cellular degradation. Nivara is dying, burdened with a fatal time limit nobody mentioned. Can she and Bramen finalize the ultimate ruin of her enemies before her borrowed time runs out?
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The Forty-Day Ruin
By @john1208
I died screaming in a sterile delivery ward, my last sight a news broadcast of my husband, Farjad, draped over his mistress on a sun-drenched yacht. When I wake up on a completely ordinary Tuesday, frothing his morning espresso, I realize I’ve been sent back exactly forty days before my death. But there’s a catch no one warned me about: a jagged, black vein creeping up my wrist, ticking down the hours until the synthetic poison he secretly fed me stops my heart for good. I don’t have time for a slow, subtle game. I have forty days to dismantle his illegal energy syndicate. Suppressing my explosive temper, I play the clueless, doting pregnant wife to steal his encrypted ledgers right from under his nose. To survive, I’m forced to ally with Kiyan - the brilliant, infuriatingly observant detective who has secretly loved me for years. We dodge assassins and orchestrate high-stakes data heists, culminating in trapping Farjad's mistress in a rigged underground casino where she loses millions in syndicate cash. But as the black vein reaches my shoulder and my feelings for Kiyan deepen, will my vengeance cost me the very future I'm fighting to rewrite?
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Empire of the Iron Wolf
By @john1208
Saran was the ice-cold pawn who drove the Qara clan into bankruptcy, only to be rewarded with a one-way trip out of a penthouse window by her fiancé, Naranbaatar. Reborn on the day of her lavish engagement, she publicly detonates the ceremony, grabs her innocent younger brother Batu, and defects to the very man she once destroyed: Timur Qara, the fierce but stoic leader of the Iron Wolf tribe. Her new mission? Use her future knowledge to systematically crush his enemies and hand Timur an untouchable empire. Told in alternating third-person perspectives between Saran and Timur, the story takes a satirical jab at high society as Saran treats devastating sabotage like picking up the dry cleaning. But the real jolt is her aggressive, action-based affection toward Timur. She buys him territories and ruins his rivals, yet her immense guilt forms a bittersweet, unspoken love that prevents her from actually confessing her feelings. Timur, a hardened warrior out of place in the modern metropolis, is left constantly flustered by this terrifyingly devoted woman. With Naranbaatar’s sympathetic but twisted motives to save his own dying nomadic clan coming to light, can Saran protect her brother and make amends before the city burns?
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