Don Juan

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.

"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."

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.

"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."

From Erwin Wickison I never asked to be here. One moment I was living my life, and the next I was dragged—along with millions of others—into a place ruled by a system that treats us like pieces on a board. Every Game is built to break something, whether it’s a body, a mind, or the small parts of myself I keep pretending are “good.” I’ve watched people die. I’ve watched people change. And I know I’m changing too. I just hope there’s something human left in me by the end… if there’s even an end. WARNING. This book contains smut, psychological decay, moral collapse, human intimacy twisted into survival, and a variety of horrors that do not wait for your permission before sinking into your mind. It will not hold your hand. It will not apologize. And it will not stop once you open it. If you continue, you’re choosing to step into a sequence of events designed to peel apart the comfortable assumptions you rely on to feel “safe.” Some of you will be fascinated. Some of you will be disturbed. Most of you will not remain the same. I’m not here to reassure you. I’m only here to tell you one thing: Whatever you think this is, whatever you think you know… you don’t. And once you begin, you can’t go back. — Welcome to the Games

Catching my girlfriend of four years on all fours while some guy slammed into her from behind as she screamed 'harder' was not exactly the sight I ever expected to walk in on. My heart didn’t just break; it hollowed out. I drank myself stupid trying to numb it, but alcohol never really does the job. Then, like an idiot, I drove home drunk and ended up crashing straight into a truck. On the brink of death, a wickedly sexy demon appeared. She offered to save me and grant me power, so long as I gave her one thing in return: entertainment. Next thing I know, I’ve been blessed with a Charm skill. And as it levels up, life gets… chaotic. Suddenly I’m being chased by all kinds of women—college professors, thirsty single moms, even high-class cougars with more money than morals. As I climb the social ladder and build real influence, one goal stays burning in my chest: to serve the girl who betrayed me a cold, delicious revenge she’ll never forget. Additional Tags: Incest, BDSM, Rags to Riches, MILFS, Cougars, Harem PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THESE TAGS!!! All Characters In Any Smut Scenes In This Book Are Over The Age Of 18.

Franklin's poisoned hands touched the wall, and immediately, the snake-like venom with which his hands decorated crawled up the walls. Tightening itself over the blocks, making the little crumbles gather on the forest floor, dying along with everything around it, Franklin watched as his poison worked on the walls. “Stop, this is unlike you. You can always change yourself,” said a voice that Franklin did not acknowledge at first. “You don't know me. I was born for domination and conquering.” He said as though he was trying to convince himself. “You are a giver of life. What gives you the right to think like that?” The female's voice was angry now. She emerged from the trees to stand before him. “I am a feeder of light, nothing more. I will conquer all who thought I was weak,” Franklin said, seething with anger now looking at who it was. “You think you're so bold, follow me and let's find out,” Lily said as she started running the opposite way. She aimed to let him come jolting out of his reverie, and if she tried all, then so be it. With a growling snarl, Franklin stopped forcing the walls to come down and took off after Lily. He had the mission to eliminate her once and for all.

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!”

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.

“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.