Beau-père / Belle-mère

Junior Smith was regarded as the useless and poor son-in-law in the eyes of all, but then, everything changed, starting with his name "So, I can call you mother?" Junior asked Emily "Of course. You're my son" Emily said "And one more thing" she continued "Your name is actually Mansion Miller Junior" His father, Mansion Miller, was CEO of D'Miller brand, the country's top company

‎“All I ever wanted was to give you everything," Ryan's voice cracked with pain. ‎ ‎“And you did,” Zoula replied. “You gave my son a kidney. You should be happy you're doing the Zhou family a favor." ‎ ‎Ryan Wright gave his kidney to save his son only to discover the child wasn’t his, and the woman he loved had betrayed him with another. Now, Ryan must face a world of lies, heartbreak.

James struggled to sit up, his body throbbing with pain. How much more of this can I take? Everywhere I turn, it’s nothing but mockery and betrayal. For years, I’ve been nothing but a pawn in someone else’s game. His mind drifted to his sister in the hospital, clinging to life because he couldn’t afford better care. Maybe they’re right. Maybe I am worthless.

"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.

“Sign the papers, Yemin. You’re nothing but a lapdog living in my house,” Katherine sneered, flipping her perfect hair. “You should be thanking me for keeping you around this long. Even my maid is more useful than you.” Her new lover, James Franx, smirked. “Man, I almost feel bad for you. Almost. Must suck knowing your only talent is folding laundry and giving foot massages.” The whole room burst into laughter. Yemin just stood there, silent. They called him a loser. A househusband. A pathetic joke. But what they didn’t know? The man they mocked owned the very restaurant they were dining in. The billion-dollar contracts they bragged about? His name was on every single one. And when the truth dropped, their smiles vanished. "Throw them out," the CEO of Ravol Company ordered, his voice cold. Katherine's jaw dropped. "W-What? No, this has to be a mistake!" James turned pale. "Wait! You don't understand! He’s just a nobody!" Yemin chuckled, finally looking them in the eyes. "You’re right, James. I was a nobody. But tell me… what does that make the fool who was just begging at my feet?"

When the game becomes reality, can a champion survive? Marco Rossi was the War God—undefeated champion of Sky Game. Then the screen went black, and he woke up bleeding in a forest, trapped in the body of Derek, a despised half-orc left for dead. "You're trash, half-breed! Your kind shouldn't exist!" In a world where warriors are mocked as worthless cannon fodder, Marco makes an impossible choice: embrace the weakest class. When divine light marks him as the first warrior in a millennium to receive the War God's true blessing, everything changes. "Impossible," the knight captain whispers, watching his unbreakable armor shatter. "Nothing at Level 1 can—" But Marco knows something they don't. He remembers the real warrior techniques—the devastating combos, the forgotten skills that once made warriors supreme. "Warriors aren't weak," Marco says quietly, his training sword at the knight's throat. "They never were. You've just been fighting broken shadows of what we're supposed to be." Now he must prove the impossible: that the most mocked profession can become the most feared. The War God has returned. And he's only Level 1.

Book 2 of the Dragon Lord Series. (Can be read as standalones, but better yet read the first book so you can have a better understanding of the book’s storyline) Everything was taken away from me, my wife, my son, the few people I care about were all stripped away from my grip. I lost them all. I lost everything, my world was turned upside down. Yet my enemies lived, they doubled and craved nothing more than my downfall, my permanent demise. However, I promise to rise once again and regain my strength, assert my dominion and make them all pay. I will take and have back everything that I have lost. My name is Avon Barksdale. They’re going to come back for me, to usurp my dominance, and to cease the existence of my loved ones. I don’t plan on just giving them a hard time, I intend to give them their hardest time. Because, I’m going to protect what is mine, and mop the ground with those that seek to harm them.

"You're irrelevant to me, Anthony. I don't want you in my life again." Charlotte said, her voice cold and distant as she shoved the divorce papers in Anthony's face. She had forgotten all the help Anthony had rendered to her and the family. Anthony didn't argue, he signed the divorce papers, but with a broken heart and left. But on his way, his life changed ---An encounter. Now, he's back for REVENGE.

"You're a dirty poor orphan, who doesn't belong here in this University!" Mason Williams is a 21-year-old college student who is constantly reminded that he is irreverent and wretched by society, but everything changes when death slaps him into the life of a celestial billionaire heir. "My name is Mason William the Second, son of Grace William the First, heir to the Williams empire, host of the celestial system, and the master of the celestial assassins. With this, I pray heaven will help those who trespass me!"

I've never wanted this life for myself—this life filled with perils and evil. It's like a dream I can never escape from—a dream which I'm forever stuck in. Heh, no one ever wanted this life or ever wished for it. You'd be either insane or extremely evil to wish for this kind of life—the life where you don't have a choice over anything—the life where you're bound by your deepest desires. I never wanted to enter into the supernatural world. I never wanted to come across the Crimsones[1], Lycanthropes[2], demons and the rest. I never wanted to be involved in anything pertaining to the dark and supernatural world. I had always yearned for freedom and not servitude. But of course I was wrong all along. I had been delusional, thinking I'd be able to escape it all—to escape from fate. I never knew I would be pulled into this mess, becoming one of those dark creatures which roam about in the ungodly night. I never wanted to be a merciless predator who was also a prey to another predator (what a food chain!). But all is good. No matter what I shall not alli myself to degenerate into a heartless monster who only knew how to tear flesh, spill blood and break bones. I cannot allow my desires to pull me down. I cannot be corrupted by the abyss! My name is Daniel Stark and what I'm about to tell you is a real life horror. I don't know what you call horror or romance or fa Intasy but this story I'm about to tell you, you need to listen attentively and not miss a bit of information. This is my story—one beginning with pain.