POV 3

When Alex signed the divorce papers, he thought he’d lost everything, his love, his dignity, his home. What his wife never knew was that her success came from his silent power. But when the fleet of black cars pulled up and the men in suits bowed, the truth surfaced. The man she cast aside wasn’t a failure. He was the hidden heir of an empire. Now, Alex returns, not to beg for love, but to reclaim the world that betrayed him, and this time… mercy won’t be part of his fortune.

Jason never sought power, legacy, or immortality. Yet when an ancient sword awakens—one that predates names, fate, and even history—it chooses him. Severed from the world by forces that fear what they cannot control, Jason becomes something unprecedented: a bearer without identity, unclaimed by karma, unseen by destiny. Cultivation sects hunt him. Ancient watchers observe him. And the blade within him stirs with a hunger that once erased its previous wielder from existence itself.

Once, he was the God of War of the Ninth Heaven—the ruler of the gods’ battlefield. Now, he awakens in the modern world as a man without power, without status. He married a distinguished woman, Rachel Corriere. For three years of marriage, Ares indeed had no job. Considered useless, he was ultimately discarded like trash. When his wife chose another man, his divine seal began to crumble. Memories of war returned. And the God of War awakened. What will happen next? Will Areskael retaliate against the mistreatment he received from his ex-wife?

In his past life, Tharos was the strongest God of War. The kind who killed dragons with his bare hands and crushed entire armies alone but his own pantheon feared his strength, so they murdered him. Now he is reborn as a mortal… with no memory of his past, until the day his village is destroyed, and the rage inside him wakes up. Tharos begins to remember pieces of the truth, the gods who stabbed him in the back, the wars he once led, and the power sleeping inside him. His rise is brutal. His path is bloody. Every realm he steps into trembles. Every woman who meets him wants him or wants to kill him. Every god who hears his name starts to panic. Because Tharos isn’t coming for forgiveness. He’s coming for revenge. The God of War has been reborn and this time, he’s not fighting for the gods. He’s fighting to end them.

All he wanted was to be shown love. Victor Potter was maltreated and abused in his own family. The Potter family was favouring his half brother over him, claiming why didn't have the potential to become something tangible in the future. For some reasons, he was forced and visibly threatened to accept the blame for his brother's crime. He was sent to jail. But on the first day in prison, something unexpected happened. He won't longer be the scapegoat for the Potter family. A new power, a newfound propose and a new name, Victor vowed to make the Potter family beg for mercy.

"Look at yourself, Caleb. You smell like grease and poverty. You are an absolute disgrace. We are over." "You were the perfect stepping stone. You paid her bills, fed her, and polished her up just enough so she could catch a billionaire's eye. Good job, peasant." For four long years, Caleb starved himself and worked three exhausting factory jobs to pay for his girlfriend's college tuition. But on her graduation day, she ruthlessly dumped him for a billionaire heir, leaving Caleb beaten and bleeding in a rainy alleyway. But as he lay in the dirt, a cold, robotic voice echoed inside his mind, bringing an absurd, terrifying power: [Negative Emotion Spending System Activated. Initial Funds: $100,000,000.] The rules are simple: He gets a hundred million dollars every single day—but he can only spend it to drive his enemies into absolute ruin. High society thought they could step on anybody... but they are about to find out what happens when a slum rat gets limitless wealth and a desire for revenge.

🏆 ["Sliver Medal" in System Category of "Meganovel Annual Writing Contest 2022"] 🏆 ‘Perhaps being stuck in a game isn’t so bad!’, Kyle thought moments before he was mistaken for a hidden boss by a rather dim, but quite powerful knight. That was the moment he learned what immediate regret meant. Kyle was an ordinary student at an insignificant university. Being the pinnacle of ‘average’, his life was as mundane as it could get, that is, until he found himself unable to log out of the full dive game that had recently released. Life in a game wasn’t too bad, that is if one’s not hunted day and night by the players, who mistook him for a special hidden boss with near human level A.I. And no amount of trying to convince them that he was, in fact, human helped. He survived a while until a knight kicked him though a boss door in a dungeon. Usually, facing a lich at such a low level would be a death sentence. By all means, it should have been. But lady luck smiled on him for once in his absolutely mundane life, and he found himself in the possession of said lich. About as confused as he can get, Kyle’s new life took a rather awkward and bizarre turn. And as such, his life of adventure fille with colourful and quirky characters, ferocious monsters and downright terrifying encounters began!

He trusted his brother. He believed in love. He swore an oath. But what happens when all three turn into lies? Kabri was once a silent force in the shadows—an elite operative loyal to a cause, to his blood, and to the woman who said she carried his child. But loyalty means nothing when betrayal runs deeper than bullets. When Jamil—his own brother—fakes his death and pulls the strings from behind the curtain, Kabri’s world fractures. Then comes Evelyn. The woman who wasn’t who she claimed to be. The pregnancy? A lie—twice over. The love? A weapon. The truth? Buried under years of deception. Now hunted across continents, with a child’s life on the line and hallucinations of Evelyn whispering from the grave, Kabri is trapped in a brutal mind game. The lines blur between justice and revenge, love and obsession, reality and delusion. Why did Jamil destroy everything? Was Evelyn ever real? And in the end… who is Kabri, really? The Blood Oath is an urban psychological thriller packed with fire-fights, betrayals, shifting identities, and one impossible question: If your past was a lie, can you ever escape it? Or are some oaths written in blood… meant to end in blood?

For four years, Pervis Howard was the perfect victim. A human blood bank for his wife's "best friend's brother." A walking ATM for Anna's designer lifestyle. A doormat who apologized for breathing too loudly. When Anna needed Noah's monthly transfusion, Pervis rolled up his sleeve. When Noah needed a place to "recover," Pervis gave up his bed. When Anna wanted to humiliate him in public, Pervis smiled and took it. But every dog has its day. After catching his wife in bed with her precious Noah, after being locked in a basement like an animal, after watching his dying grandmother thrown into the street—Pervis Howard died. In his place rose something far more dangerous: the lost heir to the Coleman octomillionaire empire. Three adopted sisters spent fifteen years searching for him. Three brilliant women raised with one mission: find the Coleman family's missing son. When Aria finally tracked down the broken man in that hospital bed, she didn't just save his life—she awakened a sleeping giant. Now the blood bank has become a war chest worth $800 million. Now the doormat commands armies of lawyers, doctors, and enforcers. Now the pathetic husband owns the very hospital where his wife plays Florence Nightingale. Now three lethal sisters stand ready to help him burn down everyone who ever wronged him. Anna wanted a divorce? She'll get papers served by federal agents. Noah needed medical care? He'll get it—on the battlefield as a combat medic. They wanted Pervis gone? They should have killed him when they had the chance. Because when an Zillionaire heir and God of War decides to collect his debts—with three vengeful sisters at his side—bankruptcy is just the beginning.

Menphis Jackman was a meager wage worker, humbly enduring and compromising for mere money, renowned for his uselessness. He was both penniless and heavily indebted, only to be oppressed and looked down upon by others. But then one day, a large skull appeared in the town, with zombies everywhere, danger and death ominously surrounding him, and suddenly the harsh sound of machinery echoed in Menphis’s mind. It was no different from the RPG system he had once known. It gave him strength, abilities, and resources, a lot of resources, very, very many resources. To the point where he had to think: ‘How to destroy my resources?’