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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.

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.

Transmigrated unknowingly, I found myself to be blessed by the goddess of luck, But Too bad. The luck didn’t last long... Shackled to the duties of a hero that is destined to be die in battle and.. Who gets his everything stolen by the ‘protagonist’ of the story… Is this my punishment, for asking the author to.. “ Please pity the Heroes!” As my blood boiled in anger, I decided. No matter the plot, no matter the reason If I live to see the next day, I will give the author such a gruesome death, even The Lord of Hell will shrivel up in fright. But first, I have to kill the Protagonist…

Crown Of The Forbidden Heir I was never meant to lead a kingdom,only to survive it. Born with forbidden magic and raised as a weapon, I spent my life hidden from the very world I was destined to rule. But when the Crown Prince dies and the throne falls into chaos, my name becomes the prophecy everyone fears. Hunted by kings, claimed by monsters, and bound to a power I struggle to control, I must rise not as a chosen savior… but as the new King they never saw coming. Because destiny didn’t make me a hero. It made me unstoppable.

As he considered the attack on Atlantis City, Drake's face darkened for a moment, but he shook his head to clear his mind and looked the king in the eye.I can only say that I was going about my business in the city from which I came when it was suddenly bombed.I was, as far as I could tell, the only one who made it through that.After that, I fell down a shaft, struck my head as I fell, and eventually fell asleep.Next thing I knew, I was here in chains.I'd rather keep things that way;I really do not want to discuss my past right now.Everything just went missing. The observers debated what they had heard as more murmurs and hisses filled the grotto. "I'm expecting that by 'bombarded' you imply that your city was gone after, right?"The crowd's murmuring was stopped when the king asked. Shortly after, Drake replied, "Completely leveled."Bastian tapped the high position arm with a claw a couple of times as he suspected peacefully.After that, he stood up straight and spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear. Bastian stated, "I would easily be able to say you’re not guilty of anything" if this decision were simpler to make.While the crowd erupted into a hystearical commotion, Andromon and Prismo shared a brief glance, displaying a hint of surprise.However, "I'm afraid I can't just let you off the hook, after your involvement with the actual thief's escape," he continued, immediately silencing the grotto.

I looked Human. There was no difference between me and some random person passing by at a glance. But I would never dare to go into a city or even close for that matter. I don't want the blood detectors to ring and bring my life to a tragic end after all. I had believed that life to continue, of hiding from the masses in fear of my blood being detected as one of the filthy, but my life lived in fear changed as I looked up at the screen that suddenly popped up in front of me. I realized why the filthy are hunted. And became the filthiest for my wifey and little sister.

My name is Tobe, and I am just a poor boy from the Mainland slums. In our city, a massive concrete wall separates the poor people from the rich elites who live on the Island. The rich have everything: wealth, high-tech weapons, and powerful magic guilds. We have nothing but dirt and rifts, dangerous tears in reality that let monsters crawl into our streets. To keep my fourteen-year-old sister, Amarachi, safe, I worked myself to the bone. But the Island elites do not care about people like us. They tricked me. They used my family, took our blood, and left us to die so they could unlock a dark, legendary power called the Calamity Core. But I did not die. Instead, I woke up with a blue digital screen floating in front of my eyes. The system gave me a unique power that no other hunter has: Sovereign Necromancy. With every monster I kill, and with every corrupt elite I strike down, I can command their souls to stand up and fight for me. Every shadow I touch becomes my loyal soldier. Now, the rich elites are hunting us down to steal the core inside my sister's chest. But Amarachi is not a helpless child anymore, and I am no longer a weak boy from the slums. With an army of shadows at my back, I am breaking through their walls. I will protect my sister, destroy their corrupt guilds, and make every single billionaire pay for what they did to us.

I learned early that if you’re born at the bottom, the world doesn’t hate you. It just doesn’t see you. I wasn’t mistreated. I was useful. A donor. A background presence. The kind of person wealthy families keep around until they don’t need him anymore. I got good at being invisible. Then someone pointed a gun at my chest. And Seraphina Knowles, the most powerful woman in the city said, “Apologize to him.” Men who wouldn’t have remembered my name minutes earlier dropped to their knees. It should’ve felt like victory. It didn’t. Because power doesn’t erase what you were. It tests what you’ll become. Behind closed doors, I’m the Chairman of Prism Dragon Group. I could end careers with a signature. Crush bloodlines with paperwork. But I don’t move in anger. I watch. And when I start watching, I find something rotting inside my own empire money disappearing too carefully to be a mistake. Betrayal hiding behind polished smiles. This stops being about humiliation. It becomes war. Bennett Sterling inherited power but never discipline. He mistakes noise for strength. I let him believe that. Men who panic expose themselves. Now arrests are being made. Empires are trembling. And the boardroom is about to learn who truly holds authority. I won’t smile. This was never about proving them wrong. It was about making sure no one will ever decide my worth again.

He saw the end of mankind and suffered a miserable death. But when he opened his eyes, he was back thirty years before his death. Since he had a possible second chance, he decided to become the strongest and survive that miserable end. To become the ultimate wizard. ‘This time I will start with the very beginning.’ He wanted to start before the end of the earth, which was bound to happen in five years. The VR game The Endless. The passage to the planet Yuriel before the end of the earth. If he could become the strongest while he was an immortal player, he would have a chance to escape that tragedy. To people who didn’t know the truth, it was just a game. To people who knew the truth, it was their future. To Jason, who knew the future, it was his ticket to survival. … ‘Let me use thirty years of my experience. Ah… I never played The Endless in my previous life. Great!’ ‘I know all about planet Yuriel. But, in five more years….’ ‘I have no time to join a Guild. I can’t babysit anyone.’ … “Join our guild if you want the money to buy a VR cabin. ” … ‘I have to focus all my time on getting stronger.’ “There is no food in the village.” .. “Hey, where are you going? You brought a child here and trying to leave? She is your child now, so take care of her.” “Eh… I will come back soon.” ‘Damn it. Didn’t I say, ‘I don’t want to be a babysitter’?’ … “That child is cursed.” “Did you say she is cursed? Say that again, I will kill you.” … ‘Right. Why did I start playing this game, again?’

Elliot scanned his eyes round Lexa's curvy body, making her nervous. “Wow. Such beauty,” he said, with the most glorious smile. “A-are you him?” Alexa had never felt so weak. “What was I thinking? I forgot I can’t kill royals so easily. I definitely won’t want to kill you.” He bowed before her. “I’m sorry your majesty. I forgot you were royalty.” Alexa gulped. He moved like flash, appearing here and there within the twinkle of an eye. He sped to her back and held her waist. She whimpered. “I know everything about you and I know what you want,” he whispered in her ear. “I know you want me.” She pulled away from him. He smiled… a deadly smile. Alexa wanted to be strong, she was a Queen after all. “If you know what I want then you must tell me what you want in return.” "Everyone knows that the devil wants," Elliot said, smiling with great lust. *** Will the love between the devil and a prized angel ever succeed? Will a prophecy overrule a witch's curse? Will Elliot be given an second chance into holiness? Will their love prevail and will their forbidden love be accepted by the realms?