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Jedidiah, a hopeless orphan was treated like scum by his colleagues, superiors and the society in his first life. Then he gets killed in a bid to save someone. However, fate grants him a second chance and he is transmigrated into the body of an average scholar. But he discovers not only has he gained a powerful vengeance system, he also has to complete hectic/nearly impossible tasks to continue living. Can he survive this time? ___ Not Your Usual Cliche System Stories. Check this out and go on fascinating missions with Jed!

A novel written about a colony on the run from their lands into a dark magical world full of war and wonders, men turned into heroes, heroes turned into beasts that rule lands, men turned evil all is possible non the wiser about the truth that lies in this pages, only by reading you will see the truth, so Clear your calendar because you won't be doing anything else but be stuck in this story. Man by the name of Harry will go through life wanting more he finds himself to be a hero to a nation, will he save them or be the reason of their demise, his close friend Billy. A man turned into a creature of mystical powers, lived so long in the shadow of his legendary friend Harry will he be a friend or foe. A novel written about a colony on the run from their lands into a dark magical world full of war and wonders, men turned into heroes, heroes turned into beasts that rule lands, men turned evil all is possible non the wiser about the truth that lies in this pages, only by reading you will see the truth, so Clear your calendar because you won't be doing anything else but be stuck in this story. Man by the name of Harry will go through life wanting more he finds himself to be a hero to a nation, will he save them or be the reason of their demise, his close friend Billy. A man turned into a creature of mystical powers, lived so long in the shadow of his legendary friend Harry will he be a friend or foe.

"You think a loser like you could ever have me?" Selena sneered, flipping her hair as she clung to Derek’s arm. Jason's heart pounded in his chest. He had done everything for Selena—her homework, her errands, even covered for her when she skipped class. And now, she was throwing it all in his face, laughing at him in front of the entire campus. "You’re pathetic, Jason. You’ll never be good enough for someone like Selena," Derek added, smirking. That night, drowning in anger and humiliation, Jason scrolled through his phone, only to see a strange app appear on his screen. "The Game of Kings"—he hadn’t downloaded it, but it was there, glowing like a beacon. Curious, he tapped it. A message popped up: "Enter your name to begin. Rise or fall—it’s your choice." Jason hesitated, then typed his name. The screen flashed. "Level 1 complete. Claim your reward: $2,000,000 or continue playing?" His breath caught. Two million grand? Was this a dream? His bank app confirmed it—his balance had skyrocketed overnight. Now, with wealth and power at his fingertips, Jason isn’t just playing to win. He’s playing to change his fate. Will he use the game to take down Derek and make Selena regret ever betraying him? Or will he realize that the true game is much bigger than revenge?

I will make sure you all perish, I will kill you all without sparing you a glance. I will make you feel like dying a million times. Every one of you who causes tears to drop my cheek each night will seek death, but it will be amnesty for me to pay back with death. You will beg for it, yet it can't be granted”. *********** Vincent Carter was only a barman when he had a one-night stand with Celeste Brooks, a daughter of a colongromate under the influence of drugs. He was forced to marry her so as to protect her family reputation and he was happy about it thinking he would finally live a life of luxury. But little did he know they had a huge plan in store for him. He was framed for attempting to rape his wife's stepmother and as a result, he was brought to justice. Tied to the huge pillar of the Brooks mansion. Flogged by a rod. Vincent wished he could perish but he was granted endless torture. Then all of a sudden he became stronger. He is no more the son-in-law they humiliate. He is now a son-in-law they feared. Vincent Carter: The Relentless Heir A dark mafia romance book about betrayal, revenge, and the fight for redemption.

For three years, Diego Herrera was mocked as nothing more than a “substitute husband.” His wife sneered, “Diego, you were never my man—you were Alejandro’s replacement.” Humiliated, treated like a parasite, Diego endured in silence. Until the night he walked away. What no one knew? The man they despised was the God of Martial Arts, a healer feared in every hospital, and a hidden CEO whose empire made generals and billionaires kneel. “Diego, you’re worthless!” Isabella spat. He looked at her once, cold and final. “Worthless men don’t make CEOs tremble.” From boardrooms to battlefields, his name will shake nations. Doctors, generals, tycoons—every one bows before him. And every woman who once laughed at him now fights to catch his eye. Heiresses, celebrities, even daughters of the most powerful families… all whisper the same thing—they want him. But Diego has no need to chase. He is the storm. The boss. The man untouchable. “You’ll crawl back to me!” Isabella mocked. He smiled faintly. “No. You’ll kneel.”

In a world where memories are currency, what would you pay to forget... or to remember who you really are? Lyra Vale is a memory-thief-an illegal "shifter" who trades in stolen pasts for clients desperate to forget pain, shame, or secrets. In the gleaming, glass-domed city of Virelia, where the privileged buy perfection and the broken are erased, Lyra has always played by her own rules-until the day she steals a memory that belongs to her. Now hunted by the system she once served and haunted by fragments of a past she doesn't remember choosing to forget, Lyra must unravel a conspiracy that runs deeper than she ever imagined. Because the truth buried in her mind could destroy the city-or set it free. But time is running out. And in Virelia, remembering the wrong thing can get you permanently erased.

"Congratulations, my Heir," a mysterious figure declared, "you have proven your worth, and you're now the Heir to the God of Healing and Medicine, Elandor!" Suddenly, I found myself in excruciating pain, hanging on the edge of a hill. The figure's words barely registered, and I felt like I was forgetting something crucial. Before I could make sense of it all, I blinked, and the pain was gone. My wounds had vanished, replaced by a newfound strength. There, around my neck, hung a gemstone amulet. I gasped as the amulet shone, flooding my mind with knowledge. "In the realm of healing, I'm the ultimate arbiter of life and death. As Elandor's heir, I command over ailments and the frailty of life. I am the embodiment of healing's power and authority." As memories flooded back, I realized why I was here. Darius Blackthorn, that treacherous scoundrel, had thrown me down this hill. "I won't let you get away with this. I'll have my revenge for all the pain you caused me. I'll show those Rossi family snobs who mocked me for being poor and treated me like a live-in servant. You'll regret ever looking down on me. I'm a god's heir, and you will pay for every bit of suffering you put me through." Fueled by rage, I stood there, determined to make them all pay.

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.

"I was meant to take your father's blame, be jailed, and killed afterward so you could be with him?" Damian asked in a low, hurt voice, staring at Ravenna. "It took you this long to realize," Ravenna eyed him. "Don't play the victim card. You were a convenient scapegoat." Ravenna walked up to him and said in a condescending tone. "You should be grateful you're out. Scram, Damian!" She said, spat on his face, turned, tucked her arm into her new man's arm, and stepped into his car without a backward glance. Damian loved his wife more than life itself and wanted nothing more than to please his father-in-law, who treated him with scorn. When the opportunity came for him to finally gain his father-in-law's approval, it cost Damian everything. What happens when Damian decides to get back at those who took him for granted in the past after a revelation about his true identity? Read in the thrilling pages of "Revenge of Domenico Santoro" to witness how a once-despised son-in-law makes his enemies pay.

Everyone in Chicago thought Keith Cross was nothing—a discarded war hero turned human blood bank for his in-laws. His wife called him a leech, her mother demanded he donate or die, and her new lover promised to "drain him dry." But what they didn’t know? That “worthless freeloader” they mocked… was the Miracle Doctor they’d been desperately begging to save their dying son. “You think you can throw me out like trash?” Keith says with a slow, deadly smirk. “You’ve been living off my charity this entire time.” When Keith flashes his black VIP card, the world shifts. Elite restaurant managers fall to their knees. Security guards bow. And his ex-wife? She drops to the floor, begging for mercy after publicly calling him a busboy in disguise. “You said I was a blood bag,” Keith says, towering over her. “Funny. You never asked whose blood ran this city's veins.” She called him weak. He became untouchable. Now he’s back—to take everything they stole, and leave them gasping in the dust of his name.