Ain T That Loving You

"Crackle, crackle, crackle!" "pah, pah, pah" "Hello, do you copy?" "Hello, do you copy, this is Major Skibrusky asking for backup, do you copy?" A blond middle-aged man with a curled mustache and full modern military garb chatted into his walky talky. Apart from five other troops who continued to shoot bullets into the horizon in front of them, all the other hundreds of bodies visible in various postures and locations were lifeless corpses. This devastating scene isn't just happening in this city alone, it is happening all round the world in every continent. How did the world come to be this way? , against whom were they fighting? … All of this devastation was caused by a very familiar occurrence known as alien invasion, a concept that we play with, write novels about, and even film about.

He didn't understand. Neither did he even get a grasp of it. All he could remember that there was a flash of lightning that came out of nowhere, and now he woke up in a mysterious room. Confused by this development, he tried to get out of that room; but before he even took a step out, the candle flickered slightly as the sliding door swung open. There was a man stood before him. The man quirked an eyebrow and asked. "Where do you think you're going, Haruka?" WARNING Contains boy x boy Mature themes Angst

In a world where your worth is measured by your talent and violence is the supreme power. Jett was talentless. He was used, humiliated, betrayed by the only people he trusted — and then discarded like trash. Then he died. But death wasn't the end for Jettai Ghalkhan. It was the beginning. [Congratulations, you are dead!]

The walls still smelled of smoke when Luca opened his eyes. Ash drifted like tired snow, settling on leather boots and broken glass. His hands trembled, stained dark, but he couldn’t say whose blood it was. Outside, sirens wailed like mourning wolves. He stepped into the street, and the city looked back — neon, rain, old hunger. A bartender recognized him and flinched. “Thought you were dead.” Maybe he was. In flashes he saw a rooftop under a red moon. A woman. Rhea. Her voice like warmth through winter: Don’t forget who you are. But he had. Now, every alley whispered his name — some in awe, some in warning. The beast inside stirred, pacing, remembering what he could not. Luca walked on, jaw set, heart heavy. He would find the truth. Even if it tore him open like the moon tears the tide.

"Yeah, listen up. I want to order a pizza, but don’t screw this up, alright? I don’t have time for incompetence from some broke ass pizza delivery guy.” That's the first thing Niko heard when he answered the phone, “who the hell orders pizza like that?” He sensed the arrogance from whoever was behind that thick voice over the phone. But he ignored the rudeness and asked him “Sure, sir. What can I get for you today?” “Dumbass I already said I want a large pizza. What else do you sell if not pizza?” Things like this always made Niko hate his job, he'd been working in that pizza shop for almost a year and he never got used to all the insults and harsh treatment. But he was willing to keep enduring all of it as long as it fetched him some money to take care of himself and his girlfriend Vikkie.

"I'm divorcing you. Sign it." For three years, Ethan Carter swallowed his pride, hid his identity as a billionaire heir, and played the role of a useless stay-at-home husband—all for the woman he deeply loved, Vivian Lockwood. But on their third anniversary, reality slapped him in the face. He found his wife in the arms of her ex-boyfriend, publicly mocking Ethan as a mere "obedient placeholder." When Vivian demanded he apologize to her ex just to keep the peace, Ethan finally woke up. He dropped his apron, signed the divorce papers, and made a single phone call he hadn't made in years. "Mom, you were right. I was just a tool to her. I'm coming back." Overnight, the world flips upside down. The untouchable Ice Queen CEO of the city's largest conglomerate bows respectfully before Ethan, calling him "Young Master." All funding and partnerships keeping Vivian's company afloat are ruthlessly severed. When Vivian finally discovers that the "worthless husband" she threw away was actually the secret mastermind behind her entire empire, she drops to her knees in tears, begging for a second chance. Ethan just looks down at her with a cold smirk. "You thought I was a nobody? Now, I'm the one you can't afford."

“You left me worried, pregnant, and frustrated for five years. I thought you were dead. I tried to move on but couldn’t, and now you want to walk back into my life like nothing happened?” Morgan vanished for five years after being paid to marry Jessica of the Creek family, only to disappear mysteriously without a trace. Now, he stands at the Creek family mansion, facing the wrath of a betrayed wife, a venomous mother-in-law, and a secret son he never knew existed. Accused of theft and betrayal, Morgan is dragged to be execution—but fate has other plans. As shocking truths unravel and power plays intensify, one bullet triggers a system that changes everything. How did Morgan survive the impossible, and what secrets still lie buried beneath the Creek family legacy?

s that not our loathsome son-in-law?" "I bet he is. That son of nobody still come back after stealing from us." "I sometimes feel pity for him... Did you hear that Johnson is not his son?" "Yep. I heard from madam Alice... Served him right, he believes he is part of us because one of us gave birth to a son for him." "One more year and we will be free of his pitiful face." "Did you think he will survive if we chased him out of the villa?" "No, he won't. He is so dependable on us and will commit suicide as soon as he left that gate." "I may have compassion on him and employ him as my driver." "You are too kind. I can't even employ him as my laundry man." "Hahaha!"

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.

In Neo-Veridia, time isn’t money. It’s life. Nineteen-year-old Evan is an anomaly. In a city addicted to the dopamine rush of The Exchange—where a roll of the dice can win you a decade or kill you instantly—Evan never gambles. He works. He saves. He survives. He is the only person in the slums with a serious face and a "clean" wrist. But the House always finds a way to break you. When his father is struck down by a rare, fatal glitch in his Life-Clock, Evan is handed a death sentence in the form of a bill: 50 Years. Due in twelve hours. With no collateral and time ticking down, Evan is forced to break his one rule. He enters the neon-soaked underworld of high-stakes gambling. But as he sits at the table, surrounded by desperation and sharks, Evan realizes something terrifying. He isn't just lucky. When he looks at the spinning wheels and shifting cards, he doesn't see chance. He sees math. He sees trajectories. He sees the future. Evan is about to play the most dangerous game in history. He isn't just playing for his father’s life anymore; he’s playing to bankrupt the system that enslaved humanity. The odds are one in a million. Evan likes those odds.