Outrunning My Stolen Destiny
By @john1208
"Sign the transfer." The magistrate's voice barely carried over the roar of the atmospheric turbines outside as he slammed the papers down. Just like that, my sister Bexali struck a deal to trade me the sickly, arrogant scholar Varek Lusk, claiming Caldor, my seemingly humble fiancé, for herself. Bexali thinks she’s saving our district by controlling Caldor - the secret heir to the ruthless Jin fortune who destroyed our home in her past life. But her desperate, toxic greed is about to push him into illegal, explosive ignis-vapor smuggling that will ruin them both. I’m just trying to survive. Varek and I have hated each other since our days at the aero-academy, and everyone expects his failing lungs to give out in a month. But beneath my quiet, socially anxious exterior, I'm simply too stubborn to let my rival die. When a syndicate hit-squad kicks down our door, I realize Varek is on the verge of a kinetic breakthrough. If I can physically tackle him before he makes the fatal mistake of testing his volatile prototype on himself, we might just survive. Can two hyper-competitive nerds outrun a city of assassins and become billionaires before Bexali’s stolen empire detonates?
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Dear Me: Please Marry the Doomed Scholar!
By @john1208
I've always been told I'm too nice for my own good. So when a brass courier bird drops a glitter-bomb letter onto my breakfast pastry - written in my own handwriting - I probably should have panicked. Instead, I read the instructions: 'Let Dilmura steal Ozirun. He's a cheating flake. Marry the coughing guy in the corner instead. He just needs soup and a hug.' When my sister Dilmura dramatically bursts in hours later, claiming her 'future knowledge' demands she marry the secret heir Ozirun, I happily wrap a warm blanket around Nazmir Talan, the sickly scholar everyone expects to drop dead by winter. What Dilmura doesn't know is that her 'rebirth' was entirely orchestrated by my past self just to get rid of my terrible fiancé without causing a family scandal! Now, armed with relentless optimism, hot tea, and absurdly specific instructions from my past life, I'm accidentally curing Nazmir's depression and helping him build an engineering empire. Meanwhile, Ozirun is repeating his old mistakes and ruining Dilmura's stolen happily-ever-after. But what happens when Nazmir realizes our entire meet-cute was rigged by a time-traveling version of me?
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