Ain T That Loving You

Max Carter has always been seen as weak, married into a wealthy family, endures mistreatment and his rich wife Emma’s coldness. While she resents their marriage, he has fallen deeply for her, enduring the family’s disdain, She never loved him, and her family made sure he knew he was an outsider. Yet Max couldn’t help falling deeply for her, doting on her despite her coldness and enduring the scorn of those around him. But everything changes when he uncovers his true identity. “I’m not the man you think I am, Emma. One day, you’ll regret underestimating me, ”

He was born into power. But even kings fall. At Ivory Crest University, legacy is everything and no name carries more weight than Kingston.Eli is rich, ruthless, and untouchable. Or so he thinks. When a classmate’s mysterious death rocks the campus, Eli finds himself pulled into a web of secrets buried beneath Ivy-covered walls. Whispers of betrayal. Notes that vanish. Files that never existed. And somewhere, someone wants Eli to suffer, not for what he’s done, but for who he is. As enemies close in and truths unravel, Eli must face the one thing he fears more than exposure: himself. Because inside the Crest, you don’t uncover the truth, you become it.

"Step away. She's mine." Eric’s voice was calm but firm, his smirk barely concealed. The man in front of him scoffed. "And what about her?" He pointed at another woman. Eric chuckled, unfazed. "Also mine." The man’s face twisted in disbelief. "And… her too?" Eric nodded casually. "What can I say? A king doesn’t turn away his queens." Frustrated, the other man threw his hands in the air. "How many women do you even need?!" Eric grinned, tilting his head slightly. "As long as beauty exists, they will always belong to me." --- Life had always been cruel. Fired from his job over a ridiculous reason. Dumped by his girlfriend for being broke. Just when he thought things couldn’t get worse, a drunk driver sent him flying. Most would call it the end. For Eric Carter, it was just the beginning. [Ding! Activation requirements met. System initializing…] [Welcome to the Royal Harem System—Dedicated to building the greatest harem in history.] A slow, confident smirk stretched across Eric’s lips as he cracked his knuckles. "From today onward, I, Eric Carter, will be the undisputed Harem King." He straightened his posture, radiating newfound confidence. "Excuse me, miss. You're breathtaking. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

I want to create a kingdom where life is as convenient as I wish it to be. A comfortable world where everyone can laugh and enjoy their lives as much as possible. That's what I truly and honestly want. Ideals without strength are nonsense, and strength without ideals is empty, right? I'm a greedy guy, but I don't have an interest in seeking strength just for the sake of power, without the ambition to do something with it. But... "What are you saying? I'm the mastermind of the war between Dragons and Humans?" "Yes, Your Majesty. At that time..." "What are you saying? I am the mastermind of the Demon Race invading the central continent?" "Yes, Your Majesty. At that time..."

Nicole Stanton, the richest young woman in the world, showed up low profile at the airport but she was immediately swarmed by reporters.Reporter: “Ms. Stanton, why did your three-year marriage with Mr. Ferguson come to an end?”She smiled and said, “Because I have to inherit my billion-dollar family fortune…”Reporter: “Are the rumors that you’ve been dating a dozen other young men within a month true?”Before the billionaire heiress could speak, an icy voice came from not far away. “No, that’s fake news.”Eric Ferguson stood out in the crowd. “I also have a billion-dollar net worth. Ms. Stanton, why don’t you inherit my family fortune?”

Hi, I’m Mark and while I’m not the strongest and neither do I have any unique ability, most of my opportunities being either wasted or given away one way or another, I’m the one that survived the most. Now that I think about it, this life is pretty miserable. I got my ups and downs, but because I rushed at the beginning, I ruined my entire future and the only thing keeping me alive is my ability to adapt and survive. That’s it. No magical abilities. No genius talent. The most unique ability I had was an ability the “survivor” title gave me called “The survivor”. And now I'm about to be killed aaaaand I'm dead. ... . . Die, they said, you will receive eternal rest they said, but where is the eternal rest?! “Hello and welcome to the Regression and Reincarnation agency. Due to your peculiar achievements, you have been fo- ahem, given the chance to go back in time, as well as three wishes.” –––––––––––––––––– Follow Mark on his journey to change his ending, see his rises and falls and journey with him together in this story through your imagination. ______________________ This is my first book and my native language isn't English, so expect grammar mistakes and so on. Enjoy my book and if you don't like it, just stop reading. It is far more energy efficient that writing a bad review. _________________

My fantasy that evening was not a tranquil one. It was completely dark inside my head aside from the many air pockets drifting upwards with no sparkle or reflection, just dead circles. I was befuddled right away yet then, at that point, bigger air pockets gradually rose among the other, more modest ones and inside were pack mates. "You might turn into an omicron, or a pi, or far and away more terrible, an omega," I shuddered when I saw Draugluin's irate face as he counted down the positions as though my life's worth would as it were decline. «You want to be so presumptuous since you climbed in rank?" An air pocket of Draco's scowling face materialized with disdain filled eyes before he suddely vanished, passing on me without an opportunity to counter. "A powerless Xi like you," Another air pocket rose with Draugluin's pompous smile as he peered down on me. Stop I heard my powerless voice shout out among the vacant air pockets. "You are pointless as well," the rebel wolf chortled. "She would not fall back when she was told to," Lyall's enraged face frightened me. Lyall had never been so cross with me forthright where he'd place me down before Alpha however, that snapshot of selling out was agonizing yet not undeserving. It makes perfect sense to me, I yelled, however there was no reaction. "For what reason didn't you simply pass on it to the people," Auntie Mona had her arms crossed, a look of dismay all over.

Izzie Brown held a young boy's hand and dragged him excitedly, calling out for her father, "Dad..., I want you to meet someone," A middle-aged man with a dark blue stunning suit turned to them, "Who is this, Izz?" She was so excited and came near to him, "Dad, that's Steven Tyler, I told you, he is my love" That man with the suit looked at Steven, rolling his eyes from the bottom to the top of his hair. "Izz... I thought you were just kidding, never did I expect that you would come with a trash like him", Izzie interrupted him, " Dad, that's harsh....how could you...?" "Then what else do you expect me to call him?" "But..!!" "Shut up and get him out Izzie, don't dare date him again," "Dad, listen to me, he is a military man, Dad please, I love him..." Izzy's father glared at the young man while his jaw clenched. He called his men and asked them to throw Steven out, and held Izzie back. Steven was humiliated by her father, just because he was a poor soldier, but the fact was something more..... He promised himself that he will make them pay for their deed and for sure he will, a soldier never stops.... not in a battle, not in life... He became the one at the top.. then counted their days to make them pay. Read Steven's life from leap to top....in this book. Thank you for reading. Happy reading. Please leave a review to let me know about my work.

What happens when an ordinary teen beats the god of games without knowing it? Corey Feldman is an eighteen year old gamer. His final year of high school started with a huge bang when he's challenged by a masked player for his title as best gamer, in one of his favorite game. Corey wins the game easily, and notices that the player logged off without a word. Feeling unbothered Corey had no idea he had just beaten a sentient deity at a game, and the god did not like that. When a new game comes out, stealing the eyes and hearts of all the children in his small town, Corey feels compelled to play it. The game is called the lock keeper, and the moment he plugged it in, he died. Now reborn inside the game, at level zero with a god given ability, Corey is challenged once again by the deity. “Level up, and make your way to the final round, there we will fight for the ultimate title. If you win, I will relinquish my abilities and status to you, if you don't. You better hope you win, Corey." The eerie voice bite out. Corey isn't one to back down from a challenge, but he's never actually played a game in full person. Taking actual damages and all. Can Corey outsmart the lock keeper and become the new god of games? Or will he suffer the same fate as the others who tried? Read to find out. This is a video game harem. Each chapter is a new level. I just have one question, can you survive the lock keeper?

They called him broke, useless, a nobody. Even the girl he loved sold him out for a flashy lifestyle he couldn’t afford. But on the night Vincent Morgan hits rock bottom, the truth about his bloodline shatters his old life—he’s the sole heir to a trillion-dollar empire. Overnight, Vincent becomes one of the wealthiest men on the planet. But money isn’t just power—it’s revenge served cold. With every dollar, he rises. With every name, he remembers. And now? He’s rewriting the rules of respect. You underestimated Vincent Morgan. That was your first mistake.