Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste

“How dare you think you’ll walk in here and win?” Alex told him, his eyes where blood red and Smokey. “I will not let this slide you definitely look like someone that would be an issue with time.” “Urghh!!!” Leonard could barely speak, as he groaned in pain and crawled on the ground. Leonard slid his phone slowly out of his pocket and dialed the first number there… it happened to be Emily. “Hello…” his voice was low and weak. “Hey Leo, what’s up?” “help me!” “What’s wrong?” She asked him. “Arghhhh,” Leonard groaned in so much pain, before the call went silent. Alex had stabbed him through his heart.

> In the Holy Domains, your worth is measured by what you kill and what you eat. Zack Tennyson was worth nothing—until he killed the wrong bug and hacked the system. Now the boy mocked as “Stab-Ass Fatso” is evolving faster than anyone expected. But power brings attention. And in a world where the strong eat the weak, Zack’s about to find out what it really means to survive. --- 📖 Synopsis The story opens with a sky-splitting aerial battle—Zack, older and blazing with crimson wings, going head-to-head against a Dragon-Type Guardian. As they clash, he breaks the fourth wall, taunting the reader with, “Let me tell you how it all began…” Flashback to the desert wasteland of the Holy Domains, where Zack is just another hungry nobody. Spirit Points rule all, and Zack has none. His days are spent scavenging trash and devouring mutant bugs like Carbee for even the tiniest point—only to be met with failure after failure. Until one day, he kills a glowing blue Carbee, something far beyond his level. It changes everything. His system begins a hidden “mod installation,” and Zack finally feels power stir inside him. But power doesn't erase pain. At school, he's hated for a past accident involving his crush, Samantha McPherson—a betrayal that still haunts him. Home isn’t any better. Rent is overdue. Food is gone. His sister is out hunting deep in the Domains. And the system starts demanding brutal daily quests that threaten to break him if he refuses. And yet... something is changing. The mod is installing. The boy they laughed at is becoming something else. Not a hero. Not a monster. Something in between.

"Mr. Verus,” she said, “the surgery has already been paid for.” Cassius blinked, stunned. “What? By who?” Before the nurse could respond, a tall, imposing figure appeared. The man was impeccably dressed, his presence commanding attention. “I paid for it,” the man said, his deep voice resonating in the sterile corridor. Cassius stood, his body tense. “Who are you?” The man smiled faintly, extending a hand. “Augustus Verus,” he said. “Your father.” Shock coursed through Cassius. “My father?” he echoed, incredulous. “That’s impossible.” “It’s the truth,” Augustus said, pulling out a neatly folded envelope. Inside were photographs, documents—proof of their connection. “I’ve been watching from a distance, waiting for the right moment to step in. And now, it’s time.” Cassius stared at the evidence, his emotions a whirlwind of disbelief, anger, and curiosity. “Why now? Why not before?” Augustus met his gaze steadily. “Because you had to face life’s hardships to grow. But now, you’ve earned the right to know the truth—and the power to change your fate.” He handed Cassius a sleek black card. “This is yours. It grants you access to my wealth. Use it wisely.” Cassius hesitated before taking the card, his fingers trembling. The weight of everything that had happened—his humiliation, his sister’s injury, and now this revelation—threatened to overwhelm him. But as he looked at Augustus, determination flickered in his eyes. “I’ll use this,” he said quietly, “to protect Vinna—and to repay everyone who looked down on me.” Augustus nodded, a faint smile on his lips. “Then I trust you won’t disappoint me, son.” Cassius watched as Augustus walked away, leaving him standing in the sterile hallway, a man reborn."

As they entered the grand foyer, Sonia felt overwhelmed by the opulence surrounding her. Crystal chandeliers hung from high ceilings, and priceless artwork adorned the walls. It was a far cry from the life she had known. Once they were alone in one of the spacious rooms, Tyler turned to Sonia. With gentle hands, he reached for her veil. "May I?" he asked softly. Sonia hesitated, her heart racing. After a moment, she nodded, closing her eyes as the veil fell away. "You're beautiful, Sonia," Tyler said, his voice filled with sincerity. Sonia's eyes flew open in surprise. "How can you say that? My face... it's..." "a part of who you are?," Tyler finished the sentence for her. "And you are beautiful." He paused, his expression growing serious. "Now, we need to take care of those injuries from earlier." "What do you mean?" Sonia asked....

The Reyath Continent was blessed with a diverse range of flora and fauna. There were a total of 24 kingdoms on this continent, all of which were often at conflict over nefarious purposes. The continent's attention was generally drawn to the conflict between the Trothia Empire and the Brolia Empire. These were two of the world's four most powerful empires. One in the west, while the other is in the east. Around this period, a mysterious middle-aged man moved from the Trothia Empire to a little town in the Brolia Empire. He was accompanied by his 4-year-old son and his newborn daughter. What the rest of the world didn't know was that this middle-aged guy was the Trothia Empire's Royal Prince! [ This is a prequel story of my story Rising Warriors. You can read the Rising Warriors story on kindle using this link --> https://www.amazon.in/Rising-Warriors-Anshul-Gupta-ebook/dp/B089KRRZS5) Also, the map of the Reyath Continent is available of this link --> https://drive.google.com/file/d/18Tqi9XLX6g-fuE8izXEM2TNGaDzxcF1K/view?usp=sharing ]

Three teenagers, Aires, Elena and Jason out of curiosity end up opening the gate to the spirit world, allowing demons who have vowed to destroy the earth and recreate it in their own image, get a chance to walk in freely and set their plans in motion. How are these friends going to put an end to an apocalypse they have started when they cant even control their powers properly? Consider this quote from The Chosen One, main character of Theron Of Evil "We do not care where you're hiding, we're on our way and we will find you. Earth is our home, not a playground for forces darkness, if you're not invited, then start packing, because when we find you, call it Judgement Day." Moving huh? Let's find out what happens

Run, run, little girl. You will be a dead girl if they find you She has broken. Without one to turn to. Desperately running from her hell, the girl does not prepare for the monsters she will find hiding in the forest. Could a bloodthirsty monster save her from her demons? Should she believe that someone like him can save someone? There seems to be no choice but to grab the possibility of tooth and claw. That is what she will do if she wants to escape her bonds. One by one, they will find that love pays. It's a story of how two wounded hearts can heal together. Warn: This story contains heavy and controversial subjects. If you do not like a possessive and slightly dangerous bad boy, this story is not for you.

“Shut up, you moronic criminal!” His mother-in-law screamed. “How could you disgrace my family by stealing a common wallet? I want you to understand that this is the last time you will ever step your thieving foot in my house. Your marriage to my daughter is over! Onwards, you no longer belong to this family…” Abandoned by his birth parents at the age of five, forced to take care of his sick brother all alone and later kicked out by his in-laws for a crime he did not commit, Alexander Easton has gotten his fair share of abuse, insults and humiliation. His life takes a dramatic turn when members of “The Conglomerate of Billionaires” approach him with news that he’s their long lost Chief Master. Months later, Alex returns to exact a fiery revenge on all who ever dared to ridicule him. Starting with his in-laws and former boss, no one will escape his wrath…

"Oh shut up, please!" Olivia said dismissively without any hesitation, standing up and folding her arms to her chest. Jason looked shocked, his eyes moved to her, then to the others, who still hadn’t said a word in his defense. "Why have you chosen to be this useless?" she continued in a low growl. "You haven’t worked a single day since we got married. Maybe you just like sitting in that chair, being pitiful, and using it as your excuse for why you're a broke man." Jason’s teeth clenched. He wanted to defend himself, to explain again, but the moment he opened his mouth, Olivia raised a hand. "Don’t say a word, I’m not done. You think you can play the victim forever? My family paid for your therapy, flew you around the world, gave you access to the best doctors, and yet here you are, back with the same damaged spine and still sitting in that chair." She rubbed her forehead. Jason lowered his gaze, disappointed at her reaction but he didn’t talk.

I narrowed my eyes at him and caught glimpse of a guy, standing in a corner and what’s weird is that he wasn’t dancing. He seemed different and odd for all this. He’s looking in my direction, very still and I can see him intermittently. The hat makes it harder to discern. Except for the creepy, fiendish smile, raising the edges of his mouth real slowly. I squinted my eyes at him. He tugged his hat from the right, an expression of a muted Hi! I nodded reflexively and opened my mouth to call Frank, who was busy with stuffing ice cubes in two glasses of beer. “Hey!” I called with my hurting head. “What?” he asked the glasses. “Who’s that? Someone new?” I pointed at him. Frank gave up the stuffing and looked in his direction. “Haven’t seen him before” he said with confusion. . . . Elijah Heath, an eighteen year old teenager was stalked by someone. Read to know who was he? And what made him behave this strangely. Does someone REALLY follows her? Or she's hallucinating like others say? . . . "Is someone there?", I moped around the dim-litted living room. "Guess it's just me. I'm making excuses to cease. No, Elijah! You have to finish this up!". As I ascended three steps, I realized a change in the air pressure around me, an odd creak and a clear presence of heat_ behind me. My breath abated. Just as I plucked the nerve to turn, my ankle was grasped and I slided down as some hand pulled me. My knees rubbed along the hard steps. **Caution**: Contains extremely disturbing content. Read only if you can stand murder and blood descriptions else you might feel nauseous.