I Reincarnated as a Shinai

Nicole Stanton, the richest young woman in the world, showed up low profile at the airport but she was immediately swarmed by reporters.Reporter: “Ms. Stanton, why did your three-year marriage with Mr. Ferguson come to an end?”She smiled and said, “Because I have to inherit my billion-dollar family fortune…”Reporter: “Are the rumors that you’ve been dating a dozen other young men within a month true?”Before the billionaire heiress could speak, an icy voice came from not far away. “No, that’s fake news.”Eric Ferguson stood out in the crowd. “I also have a billion-dollar net worth. Ms. Stanton, why don’t you inherit my family fortune?”

On their engagement day, her fiancé cheated with her sister, and pushed her down the stairs even though she was pregnant!Five years later, Charmine Jiang made an impactful return, rooted with a deep hatred for scumbags. She was cold-hearted, ready to fight for the family money, eyed to become a supermodel. She was ready to stun the world.Although she was determined to make her own money for revenge, hordes of men still insisted on helping her, spoiling her.“Who offended my lady? Get the gears ready!”“AK999 ready, I’ve got the scumbags! Dad, Mom, please bring me a little sister!”

Shantelle Scott has been in love with Evan Thompson since she was young. When Evan's father arranged for her to be his wife, she willingly agreed, despite knowing it was against Evan's will. She devoted her life to him in their two-year marriage, forgetting her aspirations. She hoped her husband would love her back. Sadly, one day, Evan coldly said, "I want a divorce! I want you out of my life, Shantelle!" Years passed, Shantelle became a famous surgeon. When her ex-husband came to see her, he asked, "Doctor Shant, I need your expertise." "What is wrong with you, Mister Thompson?" She asked. Yearning reflected in the man's eyes as he suggested, "My heart is broken, and only you can mend it." Shantelle laughed and replied, "Mister Thompson, I am a doctor. I'm not God." *** There are two versions of the book. Old readers can access the old version in your library. Please scroll down. If you don't find it, kindly contact goodnovel (contact@goodnovel.com).

"I want my body back! Sir Riccardo, I made a mistake and I'm ready to right the wrongs. It's too late, no one's going to listen to you or believe more so, it's all your doing;Enjoy my money Martinez! While I keep your body. ********************* Midlife crises is no ‘news’ a 54 year old billionaire Riccardo Ferdinand Deville was diagnosed of a rare cancerous disease and given one year to live by his doctor, accepting fate ; he decided to leave town and explore the world before his demise, he comes across a young man during his journey unexpectedly and the unexpected happens. Transmigration occurs between the two. How will both men survive in their new world?. Will both parties get their utmost desire? How will the soul swap affect their lives and family?. Whose idea was it and who benefitted the most from it? “Things are never as they seemed to be, sometimes you can accurately judge a book by its cover and sometimes you can’t”.

Wednesday, March 10, 2021, put the entire city of Indianapolis in an alteration. Loss of lives and properties were involved because it was believed aliens invaded earth, although the government strongly rebuked this. However, Fifty percent of kids around the age of sixteen gained infection-induced powers through the freak ambush. Parts of the government outside the law, known as the 'Shadow Government, did their best to confiscate and put most of these teens under control. Some were ambushed by politicians and crazed scientists, as they were contained and imprisoned. Experiments were carried out to figure out what ticks them  to be used for selfish purposes. November Calhoun finds himself in the categorized teens with infection-induced powers. While these teens have one quirk to themselves, he has numerous of them which he seems to be discovering when challenges are set up for him. He does his best to not fall into the traps set by these scientists after discovering he can use his quirks to help people and fight crime. And his friends customize him a super-suit with the nametag 'N' to hide his identity. However, the flip-side gets shoved in his face when trained supervillains start attacking him.

The Arrival of a late hero has arrived... He shall wield the once heroic sword once again in his journey to remember what he was before.. Will he rise or will he fall? Will the deep swallow him whole? Or will he prevail and see what this treacherous journey has awaited for him. Hero from the deep, what shall await for him. Will he prevail and uncover the secrets of this world? Or will he be striked with one blow.

In the mountains sat a small village, populated by normal people. Cows mooed, pigs ate, and humans did their fieldwork. On usual days like these, a normal person in the village would enjoy some fried chicken under the shade of a tree. "Mmm, delicious chicken..." Not everyone had access to the chicken. Only a certain family did. But as time passed, someone arrived in the village and took away the items that helped the villagers live their lives. Some young people left with the man, thinking that they would strike it big. And one of those people was the owner of the chickens. Bai Feng, a connoisseur of food, a monster that's heavier than iron, a fool that's half smart and half dumb. Cultivation isn't for everyone, but with luck, everything is possible. Could Bai Feng cultivate and reach the apex? Or would he have to stumble along the way due to the passions of life, increasing the difficulty of his path? But one thing was for certain. Bai Feng would surely enjoy life along the way. Cultivation or not.

“Honey, our daughter can’t marry a loser. She is our only child, we can not hand her over to a nobody, especially at such a cruiser time.” Catherine’s mother cried out to her husband. “So, an underdog for a husband. How ironic! As the saying goes, 'like mother, like daughter.”Chloe teased in a low voice, making sure that only Catherine could hear those words. Although Rome said nothing, his blood was boiling with rage and thirst for revenge. “I'll be back,” Rome said.

Aria was the Luna of the Winter Mist pack, renowned for her achievements in war strategy. Her contribution was crucial in her pack becoming the most powerful in the entire country. Everything in her life should be perfect. ...Except it wasn't. In actuality, Aria's life was anything but successful. She was helpless to the whims of her abusive Alpha mate and his mistress. A mate who never loved her. As she watches their relationship grow, her options are to run away or die trying to keep her Luna position. But this is not the story of how Aria sways his closed-off heart until he finally loves her. No, this is the story of how Aria died. So when she is faced with the opportunity to go back in time and try again... will she take it? ...Or is she fated to relive her mistakes all over again? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...And if I refuse?" I asked hesitantly. "Then you will remain in the Abyss, forever reliving your earthly memories." My mind recalled the images that had just tormented me, showing me my death over and over again. I knew now she must have shown me that strategically so I had a taste of what my refusal would look like. "Then I don't want to be Luna again... and I don't want to be Aleric's mate," I said, surprising even myself that I was bargaining with a Goddess. But I couldn't shake the feeling something seemed off. "That is the fate I have chosen for you." "Then I don't accept," I argued. "I think there is something you're not telling me. A reason why you need me to go back so badly." She was silent, her silver eyes regarding me warily. "...So I am correct," I said, taking her silence as confirmation.

"These are pretty minuscule spies, my lord," The leader said into his comms. They chattered among themselves. We had our hands up when they surrounded us. My throat clogged and I was running out of oxygen. I could barely think or breath. Mister Wigglesworth was talking briskly with bulging eyes to the colossal men and a rifle was lodged in his throat, he seemed frail and agitated. "Mort!" He threw the parcel into his hands. Mort winced when he failed to catch it. The box malfunctioned and I screamed at the blast and fell back into the shelter of more craters. I gasped. "What do I do with this?" His hand fidgeted on the and he dived behind a crate beside me while lasers flew. He panted and glanced at me holding on to the parcel. There was a skirmish going on. "I think I got hit." .... Remember when homicidal aliens were attacking us? This was now, yeah, it was kind of my fault. We were crouching like a couple of cowardly war veterans on a battlefield and Mister Wigglesworth! Of all people was out there holding them off. Mort held on to the prism parcel. My eyes were pale. I got hit by the parcel. I held on to my stomach. "Are you okay? Can you sit up straight?" He said. "No, it hurts," I did not feel like myself at all. I was not even in the mood to make snappy comebacks, I kept seeing double and all these color spectrums like I stared at the sun for too long. I was phasing in and out of consciousness. I thought I saw planets dying. I ducked over the end and focused on breath. [ System Activated ]