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Who is he?! He is Liam Storm! The formidable zillionaire, worthy of shaking the city with just a blink of his eyes! Possessing an unquestionable power and acquiring enormous wealth, seems to be not possible but is that really true? After suffering a mental breakage from his ex lover, who cheated on him and losing all ways to become a better person, all hopes appeared to flood down the drain. But does fate really plays games? Unexpectedly, Liam's life made a sudden turn over to the extent, it bewildered him to the core... Now, it was in question what will become of him? **** " You......what gut do you have?! You of all people! You called me a cheat and a betrayal? Well, you can say that, but I don't give a damn! Do you think I am going to wait and starve with you?! What do you take me for? I was only doing you a favour by dating you, you don't have a future, a good life, job, a family, money, inheritance, status, name, house, car, career, investment, no worth, you aren't even famous or anything! Basically, you don't have anything! So, what can you offer me?! Tell me, Liam Storm, what can you offer me?! How can you make your life and my life better?! I thought since you graduated as the best student from the top college, you will be wealthy, but guess I am totally wrong! You are as worthless as a penniless bastard and nothing but a loser after your graduation!!" She spat angrily at him, pointing to him as she yelled. Then, she moved closer to the man on the bed and smiled at him.

One hour vanished from Detective Marcus Kane's life. He remembers kicking down the warehouse door, then nothing but blood on his knuckles and a corpse at his feet. No witnesses. No weapon. No memory. Now he's the department's most wanted, hunted by the brothers in blue who once had his back and tormented by jagged fragments of that stolen hour; fragments showing hands that move like his but aren't under his control. Then the second body drops. Same execution. Exactly one hour after the first. Marcus isn't just a suspect. He's a loaded gun in someone else's hand, and they're pulling the trigger on a schedule. Each victim ties back to a military black site that promised to erase his war trauma, not weaponize him into something unrecognizable. They didn't just take his memories, they programmed a killer into the void. His ex-partner Sarah believes him. Barely. She's risking everything to keep him one step ahead of the manhunt, but her faith cracks with every crime scene photo proving Marcus was there. And the killer inside him is waking up more with each passing hour. The facility's files are sealed. The doctors are dead. And Marcus has seventy-three minutes until the programming kicks in again. To stop the murders, he'll have to willingly step into the blackout and hope he comes back with answers instead of more blood. But his handler isn't some faceless bureaucrat, they're someone who knows exactly how to break him, because they built him. Marcus Kane has one hour to catch a killer. The killer is him. And the puppet master has been watching from inside his own department all along. *****

Kaelen Ashwright was born blessed, marked by the Convergence Star and prophesied to ascend to godhood. They lied. At nineteen, he discovered the truth: the Star wasn't a blessing but a beacon, calling to the Devourers, cosmic horrors that feast on divine essence. Every hundred generations, the Celestial Elders sacrifice one "blessed" soul to buy another century of peace. His father led the ritual. His mentor bound him to the altar. His betrothed drove the blade into his heart. As the Devourers consumed him, Kaelen's last thought was hatred. He wakes as Zain, a crippled street rat with shattered meridians. But Kaelen's soul carries fragments of the Convergence Star, and if he cultivates in this body, the Devourers won't sense him. Using forbidden methods that consume his enemies' essence, Kaelen climbs through the Nine Heavens with an unlikely team: Ryn, a demon-blooded assassin; Kael, a failed cultivator turned weapon merchant; Lyssa, a scholar investigating missing "blessed" children. Together they uncover the conspiracy: The Elders aren't protecting humanity from the Devourers. They're farming it for them. As Kaelen grows stronger, he begins to uncover a lot of mysteries, a lot of hidden mysteries in the realm, like Celestia being reborn alongside him seven times, forced to kill him again and again. Now Kaelen faces an impossible choice: complete his revenge and doom his mother forever, save the Nine Heavens and let his family go unpunished, or break the cycle and face the Primordial Void, which has been manipulating everyone since the beginning. What will a cultivator reincarnated in the body of a cripple do? Find out in this awesome fantasy story titled, Redeeming the Broken Star.

"Ma, Samson promises. Samson is going to repent; I won’t be a thug anymore. I'm going to find a real, honest job. So please, Ma, don't come back to haunt me, okay?" Samson knelt, tears streaming down his face, though his expression still looked like someone ready to pick a fight with the Angel of Death. Bejo held out an umbrella. "Boss, it’s almost sunset. We need to go collect the 'protection money' from the cafe owner," he said. "Hey, Bejo! I just promised Ma that I’ve repented. You little devil! Do you want my mother to rise from her grave because of what you just said, huh?!" Samson stood up. His towering height, nearly two meters, made Bejo instinctively jump back three steps. "But Boss, our stomachs aren't exactly followers of the repentance movement," Bejo squeaked, trembling. Samson wiped his fierce face. "From this second on, call me Samson the Protector. I’m going to find honest work. Anything! As long as I'm not shaking people down anymore." A wealthy woman looked Samson up and down, scrutinizing him. "Your body is quite large. It just so happens I need a new guard dog. I just fired the old one because he was afraid of cockroaches." Samson was ready to explode. "Hey, lady! You think I—" "Fifty million a month. Meals are provided, and you get an Italian suit for a uniform. Interested?" the woman interrupted, handing him a gold-plated business card. Samson fell silent. He then whispered under his breath, "Ma, this is honest work, right? Just being a guard dog for a billionaire."

Five years ago, Caleb Thorne vanished on the battlefield and was presumed dead. His family was ruined, his assets seized, and his sister forced to become collateral for a debt held by the most powerful banking family in Switzerland. They thought Caleb was dead. They thought the Thorne family was trash they could trample upon. They were dead wrong. Caleb has returned, not as an ordinary man, but as The Soul Sovereign. Within his pitch-black shadow dwell 10,000 soldier spirits known as "The Hollows," hungering for fear. When enemy guns explode in their own hands and billionaires begin screaming hysterically at empty walls, one thing becomes clear: The King has returned. "You ask the price of my sister's life? Unfortunately, your money holds no value in hell." Don't make him angry. Don't look into his eyes. And for God's sake, never touch his family.

"So, he's just a servant? I thought he was Erica's husband that she was always proud of," Anthony said with an innocent expression. "Yes, he is Erica's husband. But he's also a loser and a servant in this house. Don't mind him. He's stupid and doesn't know anything!" mocked Nancy. "I don't think asking for evidence is a mistake. We don't know if he's lying or not. For all I know, Erica got this partnership because of her talent," Nate insisted. "So, you think I'm lying?" "No, just making sure." "Oh, come on. Why would I bother coming here just to make up this kind of lie? That's not very cool in my eyes. And why do you keep interrupting my conversations with Erica's family? You don't even know about business." "Maybe I don't know about business, butー" "Then why don't you just shut up and let us chat comfortably? Go to the kitchen as requested by your family. Aren't you good at housework?" Nate clenched his fists, besides lying, Anthony also had an annoying attitude and liked to put people down. Exactly the same as Erica's family. People like them will never be able to respect people, because it is a disease of the heart. His wife getting was sold to a fat man, just to save her family business. She has no other option but to divorce Nate. Fortunately, his exile is over and he can save his wife and show her family that he is not useless, worthless husband and son in law but Billionaire Heir of Bluebell Holdings. He will also support his wife, her family will be kneeling down to have mercy on them, once they all looked down and humiliated them. Now, they will wailed their tail like a dog infront of him.

Awakened machines steal souls from the comatose. A dying sun ticks down to oblivion. Alien seeds rain from the sky, birthing ravenous jungles that crave human flesh. In this pulse-pounding apocalypse, a crippled scientist and his sentient AI "daughter" unravel a cycle of cosmic betrayal where salvation demands merging with the enemy, love twists into horror, and one father's choice could doom or redeem a world on the brink of eternal green hell.