Rebirth: Divine Doctor, Sweet Wife - Chapter 54 - The Zhang Family Makes Trouble And Yao Yao Retaliates

Yesterday, she was a career woman struggling in the corporate world, but in the blink of an eye, she had become the legitimate granddaughter of Duke An's Mansion, the first wife of the Imperial Top Scholar...

“If the world stands in my way, if people threaten me or those who are dear to me, then I shall become the true darkness, the fear in their hearts that haunts them forever!”Lee Gaon was a professional gamer until one day she was framed as a cheater by a big gaming company and betrayed by those she held dear. Now she is known as Death Eater, a powerful dark entity in the game system world, slicing her enemies in half if they dare mess with her. Her path is now filled with blood and adventure as she desperately tries to find all who were dragged with her into this world—those who destroyed her life. She has only one goal now... “Revenge!”Content Warning:This work contains scenes of gore, violence, and strong language. Reader discretion is advised.

When the zombie apocalypse hits, high schooler Mira teams up with her snarky best friend Elliot and the mysterious, crowbar-wielding Alex. Armed with nothing but a broom (yes, a broom), Mira leads the ragtag crew through a zombie-infested town. Soon, their biggest battles aren’t just against the undead—they're against hunger, exhaustion, and the question of why they're even fighting in the first place.Rom-Com Zombie Apocalypse is a wild, funny, and a bit existential tale of friendship, survival, and finding meaning in a world gone mad.

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”