Gabriella Blake (25) is a desperate journalist who accidentally meets Ken Benneth (30) on the rooftop of the Mall when Gabriella is about to commit suicide. Ken, curious about the ignorant Gabriella, decides to make a bet with his two friends. However, Gabriella who is carrying heavy problems is reluctant to think about love and continues to reject Ken, until finally, Gabriella finds out that she is only being used as a bet. And the trouble starts from here.

Three years I've stayed by Cassian's side. He still refuses to accept me, even though I am his destined Luna. He rejected me publicly, demanding to know why a commoner Omega like me would be his Luna. I became the pack's disgrace. During a crisis, Cassian chose to embrace his beloved and leave, while I was once again abandoned in the pouring rain. The rain cut through my heart like shards of ice. Then a tall, imposing figure approached through the downpour. The Alpha feared by everyone in the Moon Shadow pack extended his hand to me, his voice deep and calm. "Lyra, it's time to come back to me."

I have witnessed the most masterful deception—it wears a white coat, holds a scalpel, and speaks noble words about saving lives under the surgical lights. Yet it tramples on the bones of its mentor, using them as steps to climb to the clouds. My father taught me how to diagnose diseases, and his death taught me how to dissect the human heart. Now, I have returned. With a completely new face, and the notebook he left behind. Julian Winters, this judgment, delayed by ten years, begins now.

On our third wedding anniversary, I gave myself a grand gift—catching my husband and my best friend in bed together. He frantically wrapped her in the bedsheet, demanding to know why I was there. I waved my phone, showing the recording of their recent entanglement. "Happy anniversary, Victor." This surprise was a trap I had set for him with my own hands.

When the scent of jasmine becomes the trumpet of the apocalypse, the Steel Ark stands as the last stronghold—and humanity's hope is a cold, ticking bomb. A disaster born of an unknown fungus sweeps the globe. The sweet jasmine perfume is the prelude to death; golden mycelium devours electronics and parasitizes living things, transforming the world into a hive-minded nightmare. Engineer Kay Thorne pilots his handcrafted mobile fortress—the Ark—racing across a scarred, frozen wasteland. Inside, a hydroponic farm sustains a fragile pulse of life, mutated tilapia scales glow with an eerie blue, and botanist Lila Song guards humanity's final ember: a doomsday seed bank kept warm by her own body heat. Amid betrayal and sacrifice, Kay, Lila, and Amy are forced into impossible choices. Their Ark carries more than the remnants of humankind; it carries the seed of a new era—one woven from glowing moss, altered fish scales, and tenacious crickets. Survival or annihilation? Conquest or coexistence? The answers hide in every turn of the wheel and in every heartbeat that fights the mycelium.

"I've always loved you, Olivia," Ethan whispered as I tumbled down the marble staircase, my best friend Mia clutching his arm with a satisfied smile. Then darkness. Then… awakening, five years earlier. Armed with future knowledge, I rebuild my event planning empire while carefully orchestrating my betrayers' downfall. They believe I'm the same trusting woman they'll eventually destroy. Meanwhile, hotel magnate James Blackwood sees through my façade: "You move like someone who already knows how the story ends." As I accept Ethan's proposal again, Mia's friendship again, I set my perfect trap. The Hayes Foundation gala approaches—the exact anniversary of my death in another lifetime. Some people you should never give a second chance to kill you.

For the nine hundred and ninety-ninth time, the system in my mind warned me. [Warning! The lovesick part of your brain is highly active! If you refuse to leave John Miller, you’ll die an hour later!] I looked at my husband. He was scolding me for the sake of his secretary, who was his first love. I once burned down all of my award-winning drawings just because he disliked them. I calmly gave the system in my brain an order. “Since the cause of the malfunction is the lovesick portion of my brain, I hereby grant you the highest authority to remove it. Do the surgery now!” An hour later, John stopped me at the door of the ward. His eyes were bloodshot. “Grace Stone, what are you trying to pull?” I raised my head and watched him coldly and calmly. “Mister, you blocked the light. Based on an analysis, this constitutes an illegal detention. Do you need my help calling the cops?”

"Mommy, you have to be the first person to come pick me up, okay?" These are my daughter Dorothy Grant's final words to me when she walked me out of the house this morning. But when I stand at the kindergarten's entrance with a box of Dorothy's favorite strawberry shortcake in my hands, the security guard just stares at me as though I lost my mind. "Ma'am, this place might be where Sunflower Kindergarten is located, but it has already closed its doors for three years. This place is now a retirement home." I rush into the "kindergarten" instantly. The spot where the slide used to be is now replaced by a row of flowerbeds. The room that used to be the classroom now hosts a bunch of elderly people, who bask in the sunlight. With trembling hands, I call my husband, Chester Grant, on the phone. He sounds very exasperated and exhausted over the phone. "Honey, we've been married for five years, and we choose to be childless. You've never given birth before."

3:00 a.m. Insomnia gnawed at my nerves like a rusted saw, grinding back and forth mercilessly. On a whim that I couldn't explain, I opened a radio app called "Echoes from Below." The interface was simple and bare. Black background, blue text. No ads, no host introduction. Just a single audio waveform, slowly buffering on the screen. The shape of the waveform felt wrong. It didn't look like soundwaves at all. More like rows of sharp, interlocking teeth. A pop-up window appeared in the center of the screen. [Listening Guidelines] The letters glowed blue, carrying an unsettling eeriness. [This station's signal may extend into dreams. If you hear the broadcast while dreaming, firmly believe that you are awake.]

"It's as deep as it can go already. Don't keep going…" A taking woman gets stuck under the bed. She pushes her backside up in the air, and a strong deliveryman comes to the rescue. He tears off her thong and starts going wild!