Don Juan

In the year 2147, Dr. Kael Riven has built the impossible — ChronoVail, a neural network designed to send consciousness through time. For years, he believed his research could save humanity from extinction. But on the night of the final test, everything collapses. Time freezes at 03:17 a.m. The lab shatters into fragments of looping seconds. Kael’s partner, Lira Mendez, lies dying beside the machine that was supposed to make them immortal. And in the security feed, Kael sees something no theory could explain — himself, standing behind the glass, watching. Trapped in a facility where the laws of physics no longer apply, Kael races to fix his experiment before reality collapses completely. But as he searches for answers, he uncovers a hidden file signed by his own name — from the future. The message is simple: “Don’t trust her.” When Lira begins to change — her pulse splitting in two, her voice flickering with something mechanical — Kael must face a terrifying truth: someone, or something, is rewriting time from the inside. Torn between saving the woman he loves and preventing the destruction of time itself, Kael is forced to confront the most dangerous enemy imaginable — himself. In a collapsing timeline where love and reality blur, every second becomes a choice… and every choice could end the world.

"A mutt like you really thought he could marry into our family?" Isabelle Carter sneered, tossing a box at Karvel Cross’s feet. His old belongings spilled out—along with the engagement ring he had spent months preparing for Mariya. Laughter rippled through the room. "Pick it up, stray," Vincent Langford mocked, swirling his whiskey. "That’s all you’ll ever be. A discarded pet hoping for scraps." "Congratulations, Mariya," he said, voice eerily calm. "I hope your new fiancé doesn’t end up treating you the way you’re treating me.” But the humiliation wasn’t over. Her mother called him a mutt, Vincent Langford, a smug rival, mocked his existence, and soon, Karvel became nothing more than a joke among the elite. A discarded man with no value. What they didn’t know? The stray they cast aside… was a trillionaire heir. Karvel Cross is no longer the broken man they once laughed at. With secrets deeper than the ocean and a past that refuses to stay buried, he’s about to show them all—Mariya, Vincent, and the entire world—that the man they underestimated is the one they should have feared all along. "Dear ex, I don't need you anymore."

For three years, Ethan Cole endured endless humiliation as the live-in son-in-law of the prestigious Harrison family. His wife, Sophia Harrison, treated him like a servant. Her parents mocked him daily as a worthless garbage collector. Her relatives used him as their personal driver and errand boy. Everyone believed he was a poor, pathetic loser who married above his station. But they were all blind fools. The Divorce Everything changes when Sophia's first love, Marcus Wellington—heir to the Wellington Corporation—returns from overseas with mysterious intentions. Dazzled by his wealth and status, Sophia doesn't hesitate. She throws divorce papers at Ethan's face in front of the entire family. "Sign it. A trash like you was never worthy of me. Marcus is my true match." The Harrisons celebrate, certain they've rid themselves of dead weight. Sophia's mother sneers: "Good riddance! Now crawl back to whatever gutter you came from!" They expect him to beg. To grovel. To break down. Instead, Ethan simply smiles and signs. Then he walks away without a backward glance. The Hidden Truth What the Harrisons don't know would make them kneel and beg for mercy: Ethan Cole is the Supreme Dragon Commander, the most feared military leader in the nation.

"Name's Andrew Lapis, bud. Just your run-of-the-mill guy coasting through a mundane existence. My family? As average as they come, all huddled under the drab roof of a cookie-cutter house. University? Yep, I'm there too, pulling down grades that'd make any 'ordinary' student proud. Except for Logic Reasoning. Turns out, I've got a knack for that—extraordinarily good, if you ask me. My nightly routine? Well, it's a real nail-biter. Me and my buddy, we hit up the same old coffee shop, play the same old card games. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm no slouch when it comes to those cards. You could say I've got some pretty extraordinary skills up my sleeve. But here's the kicker—life was as dull as dishwater, or at least it used to be. That was until I stumbled upon certain people that turned my world from yawn-inducing ordinary to a whirlwind of the extraordinary. My reality? It flipped like a pancake on a hot griddle. Gone were the days of ordinary, replaced by a high-stakes world of dirty dealings and opulent casinos. So yeah, you could say my life went from poker nights to playing dirty, but in the swankiest casinos you ever did see."

Bruce is seen as trash in Mr Chase's family. His wife was involved in a hit and run and he asked his Father for help but he refused and his in-laws tried to blackmail to sign over any inheritance he got so they could help him ,but before he could get the money it was too late because his wife died. He was offered money and a Mansion to bury the investigation of his wife but he refused to take the money and wanted justice for his wife,his wicked in-laws kicked him out of the house because of his refusal to accept the money and his Father abandoned him. In his state of despair he promised to find whoever killed his wife no matter the cost and make them pay. ***Excerpt from the book*** "Why would you want to ruin my life?You have become a monster like your grandfather." Mr Chase yelled and I burst out laughing causing Mr Chase to back away. I stared him dead in the eyes,no trace of a smile on my face. "Father,I will become your nightmare if you don't tell me who killed my wife." I said my voice low and calm, void of any emotion.

He was running through the thick, dark forest surrounded by nothing, but danger and right now he was being hunted. Rushing along the path while holding on to a delicate armament, ain’t a joke but, when it’s something you risked it all for, it’s worth it. "Don’t let him get out of sight!” A shout echoed through, that nearly shuddered him. He was fast, but he had to take the lead, being caught by the soldiers meant nothing but trouble. After entering a denser region of the forest, he used one of his exclusive skills. ‘Stealth’, and he vanished. “What the hell? Where did he go! Find him!” He could see those soldiers conversing from a few branches above. Climbing that fast certainly helped him well. Now he had to wait for them to scatter away, which they did in just a while allowing him to escape. Entering a castle certainly proved to be a difficult task, but to him, it was just a daily routine. He walked right through the castle halls and entered a seemingly familiar room. “Alas! finally, there’s no one on my back!” He thought, letting out a sigh of relief he entered the room but was caught off-guard as he was pinned by a girl, young and beautiful but rather stronger than him. “Got you, Prince!”

“I’m not here to stay her bestie, Aiden. I came back to New York to marry her.” Wesley slips a card from his pocket, holding it out like it’s radioactive. “This is me being generous. There’s a hundred thousand dollars loaded on it. Take it. Go home, pack your things, and disappear. I’ll tell everyone you left because life got too hard.” Aiden stares. Not at the money—he could buy a hundred of those cards without blinking—but at the audacity. Because if Wesley knew who he really was… He’d be the one begging to disappear. **** By day, Aiden is the fool. The humble househusband with a dish towel slung over his shoulder, humming as he mops floors, checks the stew, and gets barked at by his in-laws like he’s less than nothing. Everyone thinks he’s soft. Gullible. Replaceable. But by night? He becomes the man the city's richest fear. In a dark room filled with shadows and smoke, he gives orders—orders that no billionaire, no politician, no enemy dares question. They call him sir. But to his wife’s family? He’s still just the broke son-in-law. They don’t know the game they’re playing. Yet.

"I can't believe you are so shameless! You don't feel any guilt at all." "I've been with you for a while now and all I have seen is poverty. How long do you think I can hold out like that?" Lisa defended herself "A poor guy like you does not deserve Lisa. You should be in the streets like the dog you are!" Mark spat at him. **** "You'll both regret doing this. I promise you." ••••••• Nicola is someone looked down on by so many people. He has no good job and he only has his good looks. He had only his girlfriend who he thought loved him until he found out she was cheating on him. She also looked down on him just like everyone else. Done with the betrayal, he had different thoughts running through his head until his breakthrough came. He found out he was the rich heir of the richest family in the world. All he had to do was come back to his family. His life changed overnight but many still did not know his identity. Will he be get back at all those who looked down on him or will he forgive them?

The dying star pulsed, it’s heart on the verge of collapse. Twelve figures, cloaked in unimaginable power, stood amidst its final throes. On one side, six beings (the angels) blazed with light so intense, it dwarfed the star's dying brilliance. Across from them, five figures (the demons)exuded a chilling darkness, a black hole's silent hunger, their very presence accelerating the star's demise. And in the center of this cosmic ballet of light and shadow, stood Reaper. He seemed to absorb the dying star's essence, his form cloaked in a darkness deeper than any of the others, a living embodiment of the star's final, terrible scream. But then, the things discussed were by no means simple, the fate of the world was resting on their soundless star toppling discussion. The intensity of the conversation loomed above the star like an omen of death, accelerating it's death even further. Suddenly, the figure in the middle broke the sacred rule, yelling in a language that speaks for all, his voice was like the rushing of a mighty wind. I Reaper, will dethrone and destroy that God, make him pay for neglecting us all and if you don't join me, you will all suffer the same fate. The faces of the angels and demons -a vortex of light and darkness- went grim as they moved to strike down the tyrannical being. But before they could, Reaper, the demon of death and chaos was gone. Our story...begins here.

"Welcome to CosmoMart. We are technically closed, but for you, we’ll make a painful exception." Elian just wanted a quiet shift, a meager paycheck, and some sleep. But the universe had other plans: dropping a Zombie Apocalypse right when he clocked in four minutes late. Trapped inside a Jakarta convenience store with a micromanaging boss and a wise-cracking parking attendant, Elian accidentally triggers a mysterious System after a freak lightning accident. Now, he is a living generator, and his store is the only lit beacon in a city of darkness. But surviving the end of the world is complicated when your teammates fear a Stock Audit more than the flesh-eating monsters outside. Mr. Hendra (The Manager): "Don't kill the zombie in Aisle 3! You’ll get blood on the premium diapers! Think of the inventory value!" Rico (The Parking Guy): "Boss, do I charge these zombies an hourly rate or a flat fee for parking their carcasses on the asphalt?" *The System: [WARNING: Instant Noodle Stock Critical. Riot Probability: 99%.] This isn't a story about a hero saving the world. This is the story of a night-shift clerk forced into "mandatory overtime" to slaughter monsters, manage logistics, and climb the corporate ladder from Intern Cashier to the CEO of the Apocalypse. Read now before the stock runs out!