Brave

“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 E-Class warrior Xayn walks in on his girlfriend with the guild master, his world shatters. Moments later, he’s thrown into a death trap; bleeding, broken, and forgotten. But just before the end, a mysterious system awakens within him. Now, with power unlike anything the world has seen, Xayn rises from the shadows. Stronger. Smarter. Unstoppable. As he uncovers the dark truth behind his father’s murder, topples corrupt guilds, and exposes monsters wearing human faces, one thing becomes clear, the weakest warrior is about to change everything, and this time, he’s not holding back.

He died 49 times to earn one free life. Now the man who cannot be killed is coming for the gods who played with his soul. Six hidden labs. Six immortal brothers still in chains. One war that will leave continents scarred and kings in ashes. There are no more respawns. Only revenge.

Twelve years ago, Devon Hayes lost everything because of three things: A hit-and-run. A lie. And a father who handed him over to the police to protect his own son. Now, after more than a decade behind bars, Devon walks free; older, harder, and carrying the kind of silence only prison can carve into a man. All he wants is to disappear into the quiet rhythm of a mechanic’s shop on the edge of Ridgefield, the town that destroyed his life. But fate has other plans. When his friend from prison suddenly got him a better paying job at a vineyard, he met a man who picked an interest in him because he looked like his late son. And to butter him up for the wrong hand he was dealt in the past, he found out they were related. His late mother was the estranged daughter of the man. Now, he had a new name, and a new fate, and now, he could get his revenge.

"That's a check for one million dollars. Take it and leave. Perhaps reunite with your mistress and live a lavish life." With red-rimmed eyes, Caroline slammed the check against August's chest. For over three years, she had been married to a cripple, yet all he did was bring her pain. He refused to tell her where he disappeared every month or explain the missing money. Perhaps the rumors were true. August looked at his devastated wife but couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth, not yet. For her safety, she had to remain in the dark. Three years ago, after fighting a brutal war, he was ambushed in a weakened state, leaving him crippled and deemed useless. But August refused to accept a fate bound to a wheelchair. As Caroline stormed away, his Qi surged and for the first time in years, he stood on his own. Now, not only would he make his enemies kneel, but he would also protect his wife from the very family that sought to strip her of everything she owned.

"STAND UP YOU MORON!". yelled the space trooper. Rogers groaned with pain. He stood up and with all his weight dived on the space trooper, he didn't know what he was even thinking but somehow the trooper had already lost balance and his gun fallen from his hands. Rogers kicked him in the groins and then with a penknife stabbed him in the temples. The trooper was silent. Rogers thought for a moment maybe he was dead. He wanted to check for his breathing but common with space troopers they always had their helmet on. Rogers proceeded to dislodge the helmet, he was familiar with the technicalities. The battle was still ongoing, he was hearing gunfires afar off, he had checked his attacker pulse, the man was as good as dead. Rogers retrieve his penknife and put it back into his pockets. He was tired and weak to the bones, pains that ran through his stomach made him nauseated. He wanted to vomit. He stared at the sky that has turned with haze and ash, he thought when will all this wars be over, it has been a decade and the galaxies had been at war. He was from Megma, but the people from Metoris and Xival had been their enemies. Aquaris was their ally, and Infact the aquaria have been their supporters from time immemorial. The bone of contention was Resmore, the planets all wanted Resmore for its minerals and diamonds. News had it that the main villain Lord Firemetal and his counterpart Aruma each of them from Metoris and Xival had always wanted to dominate the planet Resmore, then comes the DROIDs from Entexx a place found in Aquaris, who always help them in fighting each battle they went. Their opponents have space droids too.

Nick Cross awake in a stranger's house, wounded and bruised, and finds himself in a blank state his memory destroyed. However, there is a strange chip placed on his skin, and masked men are pursuing him, Nick must avoid an evil conspiracy that seeks to control both his body and mind with the aid of Leah, a determined woman tormented by her brother's mysterious murder. Nick sets out on an anxious quest to learn the truth about the chip and the secret project that made him a weapon, tormented by broken pieces of a life he cannot recall. Along the way, he faces ghosts from his past, including a dangerous enemy in clear view, friends who may have deserted him, and a lady who once loved him but betrayed him.

Betrayed by his own family and left for dead, Desmond Ashford lost everything—his inheritance, his identity, his past, and even his memory. Forced to endure years of humiliation as a lowly live-in son-in-law, he later gets divorced by his wife and finally regains his memory and discovers the shocking truth: he is the rightful heir to an empire. With unlimited power and wealth at his fingertips, Desmond embarks on a path of vengeance, destroying those who wronged him. But just as victory seems near, a shocking revelation changes everything—his supposed brother was never family, and the mother he thought was long dead might still be alive.

The last strand of patience I had snapped into shreds when she chose her ex-lover’s son over our dying daughter. Now she paraded around smiling, flaunting him like a trophy, while I was left with nothing but the cold, lifeless body of my child. This wasn’t about hurt anymore. It wasn’t even about pain. She’d stolen a soul from me — and she would feel every atom of what I felt, and more. “I want a divorce.” “That’s not happening. You and I are in this together,” she screeched, eyes boring into mine, searching for the man who always bent to her will. “You will sign the papers,” I said, every word a quiet stone. “Make me!” I stepped closer. My hand closed at her throat — delicate, trembling under my grip — and forced her to meet me. “Sign the papers,” I whispered, voice low and cold. “Or I’ll make you suffer so that even our daughter hears your screams from six feet under.”

Alex Carter charged into burning buildings for a living, but nothing scorched deeper than watching his wife walk out of the smoke with another man—leaving him behind to die. One hospital room later, he learned the truth: the woman he had loved, protected, and nearly died for was holding another man’s hand, spending millions on his comfort while Alex bled alone. Divorce was quiet. His disappearance was silent. The world thought the firefighter vanished… But he was only rising. Nobody knew Alex was heir to a global financial dynasty worth more than nations—money measured not in millions, not in billions, but quintillions. When he came back, he came back wearing a crown no one saw coming. “Is that really you, Alex?” Lisa whispers when she sees him again—suited, powerful, surrounded by security and black cars. “No,” he answers, eyes cold as steel. “That man died in the fire. I’m just the king that climbed out of the ashes.” Now the woman who abandoned him kneels at the gates of his empire, the man she chose crumbling under the weight of Alex’s return. She left a firefighter. She will crawl before a Quintillionaire King.