Cruel

Hundreds of years after the wars, the natural calamities, and epidemics, The earth have finally recovered from all the destruction, humanity learned at last to respect the planet, Taking their wars elsewhere. During this era of peace and prosperity on earth, a kid called Adam is forced to fight for his freedom. Freedom from the system, from the laws, from all shackles. Literally stumbling on a weapon unlike any thing man kind ever knew, he embarks on a journey of self development and discovery, trying to figure out the reasons behind his father's disappearance, only to find tons of enemies in every path leading to his father. Enemies who want to get their hands on him to find a way to replicate what he can do. enemies who knows who his father is and want nothing but to destroy any thing related to him. Enemies that knows his father and tries to kidnap him and use him against his father. Adam is just a 9 year old kid when he starts his journey, he is unlike any child, he doesn't give up. He doesn't hesitate to use any means possible to achieve his goals.

In the desolate town of Ravenswood, journalist Lucas arrives to debunk its supernatural myths but stumbles upon a cursed history hidden in the shadows. As he digs deeper, he discovers a cycle of disappearances and dark rituals plaguing the town every decade. Guided by an unseen force, Lucas ventures into the ancient forest, revealing eerie symbols and a malevolent presence. The forgotten souls of Ravenswood, trapped between the living and the dead, implore him to unearth the truth. Haunted by memories of a forgotten past, Lucas faces a spectral figure revealing a pact made by desperate townsfolk centuries ago. To break the curse, he must confront an ancient entity lurking in the heart of the forest—a force that hungers for the suffering of Ravenswood. As Lucas navigates the ethereal landscape and confronts the colossal entity, the town's forgotten souls bear witness to a final reckoning. The malevolence that bound Ravenswood for centuries must be confronted, and Lucas holds the key to severing the town's ties to the cursed realm. In a surreal confrontation with the entity, Lucas must grapple with his own past and make a choice that will either free Ravenswood from its haunted history or condemn it to an eternity of darkness. The shadows of the forgotten demand justice, and Lucas is the reluctant harbinger of their long-awaited reckoning.

Being blamed for the death of a mother while giving birth is the deepest wound for a child. Then, the arrival of Mother and a new sibling who was numbered by the father, really disappointed him and made him choose live alone with a bandage of disappointment mixed with wounds from his father. Can Satria wake up from a nightmare that made him regret ever being in this world? Meanwhile, wherever he went, the world seemed to not support him far from the source of the wound that made him gape even more when they met face to face.

There is one thing I have always been sure of. "If you make the wrong choice, then your life will be filled with dark clouds." Slandered, bullied, betrayed, threatened, is the hell that I always feel because I made the wrong choice. Words are "killing machines," and many people don't know that. "One word can destroy someone's life and one word can change someone." I even thought that sleeping is torture and waking up is the worst. In the past, I lost my temper and planned to kill myself. I like walking in an endless tunnel with emptiness and emptiness filling my heart. This is my broken story.

Working for the Federal Bureau of Investigation for nearly 20 years, it always goes ride or die with Ben John. Even after the death of his wife and his son cutting him off his well-being, Ben never stopped working even when he was faced with a big task. This time, another day begins for Ben as a group of terrorists are attempting to release bioweapons into the city. Ben with the help of the FBI must do all in its power to stop the attack and also make sure the peace treaty between the government of Nigeria and ghana goes smoothly, however, Ben is faced with good and bad decisions to make...

Maximus Bloodthorn, once a powerful Demon Ovarlord, was betrayed and killed by his own subordinates, vowing revenge with his dying breath. Reincarnated as Isaac Ackerman, a human baby, he must adapt to his new mortal life without demonic powers. With his past memories intact he embarks on a journey to master the art of mana and attain power in the mortal realm.

I narrowed my eyes at him and caught glimpse of a guy, standing in a corner and what’s weird is that he wasn’t dancing. He seemed different and odd for all this. He’s looking in my direction, very still and I can see him intermittently. The hat makes it harder to discern. Except for the creepy, fiendish smile, raising the edges of his mouth real slowly. I squinted my eyes at him. He tugged his hat from the right, an expression of a muted Hi! I nodded reflexively and opened my mouth to call Frank, who was busy with stuffing ice cubes in two glasses of beer. “Hey!” I called with my hurting head. “What?” he asked the glasses. “Who’s that? Someone new?” I pointed at him. Frank gave up the stuffing and looked in his direction. “Haven’t seen him before” he said with confusion. . . . Elijah Heath, an eighteen year old teenager was stalked by someone. Read to know who was he? And what made him behave this strangely. Does someone REALLY follows her? Or she's hallucinating like others say? . . . "Is someone there?", I moped around the dim-litted living room. "Guess it's just me. I'm making excuses to cease. No, Elijah! You have to finish this up!". As I ascended three steps, I realized a change in the air pressure around me, an odd creak and a clear presence of heat_ behind me. My breath abated. Just as I plucked the nerve to turn, my ankle was grasped and I slided down as some hand pulled me. My knees rubbed along the hard steps. **Caution**: Contains extremely disturbing content. Read only if you can stand murder and blood descriptions else you might feel nauseous.

Antonio De Isquierda, a definition of poor and hardworking gentlemen who work as a waiter at a restaurant named Guisseppe. Also, he attended a fashion technology class during the morning. To make ends meet, he usually juggles his schedules, a student and a waiter. He tried to work hard not only for himself but also for his girlfriend. One day, Antonio got fired from his waiter job in the restaurant, he only had a few dollars left in his pocket, and had a promise to buy her girlfriend a birthday gift. Sad, alone and rags, he went to the store, bought the said gift and worst, he went to his girlfriend’s condo and perceived that his dear girlfriend cheated on him. Devastated, he didn’t lash out. He didn’t feel the rage but the emptiness succumbed to him; as if the universe wanted to make him like a loser and unlucky. The universe always has its ways to make him unlucky. Or does the universe try to test him if he can make it? Or maybe the universe is trying to make it hard for him because he is bound to do something greater? Or maybe, he is something greater and richer? But, a phone call changed his life and this would be the life he always wanted.

Edgar faced his early death with full of questions, since he just passed beside the clouds. He still longed to meet his dreams for the family. His spirit never accepted the status to his life, when he loudly heard the horse above his head. He apparently exhilarated that somebody may guide him to go back the earth. However, the horse converted his image into a satanic face. Why did Satan epiphany to approach him? A little far from him, a shimmering image which identical the white angel," Edgar, don't approached him because he's the reason of your early death," such time, Edgar got befuddled if he may accommodate Satan or not.

My peaceful short life had been quickly cut off by a band of bandits that had raided my village, killing my father and capturing my mother. The bandit leader took a fancy to me and decided to make me one of them because of my face, for reasons unknown to me, but this was only the start of my journey. The more I grew up the more I realized that I had no talent, I was as ordinary as I could be, with no inherited memories, no old masters to help me improve my talent, no legacies left behind, no locked bloodlines that would burst into activity when I was in danger. But I still had something that most people didn't have. A stubbornness that many wouldn't possess, the stubbornness and sense of danger that I got for life after I saw my father die in front of me. And with that, I shall predate upon those that are more talented than me. I shall walk forward and reach the apex of the world, not because I want to protect anyone, but because that's simply what I want to do! Regardless of the methods that I have to use or the people that I have to push out of my way!