Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste

Idris Morrow built Ironwall Security from a $200 laptop and seven years of blood. In one night, Conrad Veil took it all. The contract. The company. The woman. The life. Then a dying billionaire pulled from a wreck handed Idris the keys to three billion dollars and told him the city was his if he could hold it. He didn't know he was walking into a war that had been running for eight years. He didn't know his predecessor had been watching him for months. He didn't know the woman in his bed was a planted asset, or that the man trying to erase him owned the judges, the registrars, and the Deputy Commissioner of City Oversight. He didn't know any of it. He found out fast. Now Idris has the estate, the federal filing, and the one board seat in the city that makes every development contract Conrad Veil has ever filed completely worthless without his signature. Conrad thought he was deleting a variable, hell no. He created a weapon. The city is about to find out what a man from the Wards does when he stops surviving and starts building.

​"Martin, is there nothing you can do properly? Hurry up and serve the food!" ​For three years, they treated this man as a useless son-in-law who could do nothing but chores. Little did they know, the man they looked down upon was someone entirely different.

After coming up with this amazing role playing adventure game idea, Eric Claus had an accident while he was going to pick up his daughter, Jodie from school, and it resulted in him entering into a coma, and also finding himself in a mystical world, exactly like the one he was creating for his game. On his quest to know how he got there and how to return to the real world, he realizes that he has actually entered his game world and now he has to survive every stage and challenge of this world in order to return home. So his fate of coming out of coma was in his hands, whether he lives or dies all lies in his ability to fight and survive the dangers of this world. Would he be able to survive and return to his beloved daughter?

Stephen is invisible — a quiet housekeeper in a ruthless billionaire household where humiliation is part of his daily routine. The five privileged heirs treat him like trash… all except the youngest son, whose small acts of kindness keep Stephen from breaking completely. But across the city, a dying titan of industry is searching for the son stolen from him decades ago — the only heir to a vast multinational empire worth billions. With time running out, the old billionaire is ready to hand everything to the child he never found. When Stephen sees the story on the news, something stirs. A forgotten past. A buried secret. A truth that shouldn’t be possible. Stephen may be the lost heir. As he digs deeper, the world around him turns deadly. The family that once abused him won’t let their servant rise above them. Powerful executives will kill to protect their control. Betrayed, framed, and cast out, Stephen is forced into a battle he never asked for — one that will decide who controls a global empire.

"Those are divorce papers, sign them! I'm done with you!" Betty yelled. Lucian blinked. "Have you never loved me? Was our entire marriage fake to you…? And my sister, How about the money you promised?" "Your sister can die for all I care…!" Lucian Manchester is buried under the hateful and malicious words of his wife's family, a successful businesswoman, Betty. One text from an unknown number changed all of that. He became the richest man in the country and seeks to repay his enemies according to their deeds.

"William, how dare you be this arrogant? Today, you must agree to divorce my daughter" For five years, William Miller has been a useless Son-in-law of the Wilson family and a broke garbage collector in the City until a violent encounter awakens his true identity as heir to a multi-trillion-dollar empire. "Welcome back, Young Master, All restrictions have been removed. You are officially the sole heir of the Miller Conglomerate once again" Now, he was an All-Powerful figure no one can afford to offend…

"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?"

Madam Ottiline's words trickled down his ears as he felt super pumped about the news he had just heard. His heavy gaze lingered on her as he got hitched through myriads of thoughts within himself. If everything was true, it meant that his current grave peril would be reversible. He chuckled sably and inwardly to himself at the hardy Boyz. He couldn't help but be gleeful about their reactions when they found out who he was. He felt a tug of relief etched in his heart. "I need to check on my foster mom, grandma," He implored facing Ottiline who nodded her head and not in repugnance. Her lips curved into a broad smile as she spoke with her lips twitching upwards in an amicable manner. "Of course dear. You can confirm it for yourself, then she would be able to confirm how she and your foster Dad found you to keep you safe and bring you up to this point," Ottiline voice boomed in an aced manner. Axel's life had a massive breakthrough when his true identity as the son of the richest Entrepreneur in the world was unravelled. From being japed and bullied in High school, he ends up at the top and investigates a dark secret about his true wealthy parent's death.

"Lord! Our Godly Supreme! You are still alive!" --- They sent him to the battlefield to perish. He lived. They called him deranged, locked him away, and forgot him. They should’ve killed him when they had the chance because now, the Godly Supreme has returned, and it is time to pay what they owe!

For three years, Cassian Vane lived as a mocked househusband, silently enduring humiliation while his wife climbed to the top of the business world. Everyone believed he was a useless man surviving on her success, a burden she tolerated out of pity. Then one afternoon, she threw divorce papers at him and paid him to disappear. What she didn’t know was that Cassian had only been hiding. The moment he walked away, sealed power awakened, old subordinates resurfaced, and a name the city once feared began to spread again in low, terrified whispers. Now the elites who laughed will learn the price of arrogance. The woman who betrayed him will watch everything she built collapse piece by piece. And the past he tried to bury will rise with him, bringing storms the city is not ready for. Because when a hidden monarch returns, he does not argue… he conquers. The useless househusband they mocked was the king they should have feared. “Enjoy your moment,” Cassian says calmly. “The higher you stand… the harder I will make you fall.”