Brave

Five years ago, Max went to the military in his brother in-law's place and was declared dead. They took his wife, beat his child and they sold his family like livestock. Now he’s back. In uniform still stained by war, Max walks into a city that thought it buried him and says one thing, “Touch what’s mine again, and I’ll erase your bloodline.” They laugh at him, call him poor and useless. Until elites bow, trillion-dollar companies answer his call and men who once spat on his name start kneeling. His wife stands between fear and pride. His enemies stand between arrogance and extinction. And Max stood at the very top, looking down on his enemies, “You had five years to breathe,” he says calmly. “Now start counting backwards.” Power isn’t loud. Power doesn’t explain. Power comes home… and collects.

Harrison didn't die in battle; he died in the dark, feeling the cold steel of blades forged by his own blacksmiths. The empire he built on a foundation of blood and absolute loyalty executionally severed his head from his shoulders because his brilliance became their greatest terror. They thought burying the legendary warlord would secure their peace, but Harrison wakes up in the mud, trapped in the bruised, malnourished body of Collins, a conscripted grunt for the very nation he spent a decade trying to erase. Stripped of his legendary stature but armed with a lifetime of unmatched military strategy and burning malice, Harrison must survive the brutal meat-grinder of the front lines from the bottom up. His former army, now led by the treacherous generals who tore his life away, is marching toward total dominion. To destroy them, Harrison has to master the art of the inside game, weaponizing his new identity to infiltrate, undermine, and utterly dismantle his own legacy from the shadows before his new body betrays him first.

Whether it is a fairy tale or truth, no one has ever captured one or come close to having physical contact with one. Some say it is just a myth of tired Good Knights meant to uplift their team’s spirit, so they do not worry too much. It was primarily meant to lifts the spirits of single males in hopes that they would find these beautiful women. Others say it is the work of magicians working for the Evil Knights trying to trick the Good Knights, to lead them away from their team, and kill them. The truth is, no one truly knows.

Allison walked along the port side of the flush deck toward the bow. When they saw their captain walking by in the dim light, several hands raised their foreheads in salute. Standing just above the bowsprit, he came to a stop and gazed out into the night.It was comforting to hear the steady, even sound of the ship's hull piercing the Atlantic wavelets as it surged forward.

Jake Cullingham seeks vengeance against the Hendrix family, who sabotaged his father's company. He adopts the identity of Michael Black to infiltrate the family, ultimately becoming Camilla Hendrix's bodyguard. He uncovers the family's deceit and plans his revenge, leveraging his connections to thwart their business endeavors. Despite warnings, Jake persists in his endeavor to exposing the family. With each move, Jake inches closer to avenging his family and reclaiming what he believes is rightfully his.

“This isn’t a union Ken, it has never been one! Rather, it is charity.” Ashley interjected rudely forsaking the weight of her words. ******** Ken Gregory battled stigmatization and humiliation all his life due to his poor financial status. But eventually lost faith in humanity the day his wife celebrated her engagement with another man on their anniversary. During the climax of his turmoil, the table suddenly turned in his favour and he quickly transitioned from being stigmatized to inflicting stigma on his oppressors, when he found out he was the lost heir of the Grand Emperor Gregory of CidaVille. “I will make y’all eat your flesh and drink your blood for making my life miserable!” He lit his cigar and puffed it into thin air.

Kaelen is a traveling illusionist who wants nothing more than freedom: laughter, open roads, and a stage beneath the stars. But when his path collides with the political machinations of Eldralith, he finds himself pulled into a deadly game of empire. The Veyran envoys have come to claim Eldralith’s princess as a hostage-bride, a chain to bind the kingdom. But beneath the weight of diplomacy and steel, Kaelen discovers that the shadows hide something older and more dangerous than politics and that his tricks are fragments of a power the empires fear above all. He has no crown, no army, and no desire for war. But when illusions turn to weapons and laughter becomes defiance, Kaelen must decide: run as he always has, or stand and become the spark of rebellion.

In a world where the skyline is a graveyard of broken dreams, the city is not just a place—it is a sentient hierarchy controlled by the "System of the Concrete Throne." For the elite, the city provides infinite wealth and supernatural "Authorities" over the elements. For Elias Thorne, a low-level "Scavenger" in the smog-choked slums, the city is a cage. He spends his days dodging the enforcers of the Great Houses, men who treat the streets like a chessboard and the poor like disposable pawns. Everything changes when Elias is caught in a high-stakes heist gone wrong and left to rot in the foundations of the city’s oldest sector. Deep beneath the surface, Elias discovers the "Original Blueprint," a forgotten consciousness of the city that chooses him as its new Architect. Suddenly, he isn't just living in the city; he can feel its pulse, command its steel, and manipulate the very architecture of reality. But power of this magnitude comes with a target on his back. To survive, Elias must navigate a web of corporate espionage, ancient bloodlines, and brutal street wars, all while building a secret empire from the shadows. He isn't just looking for revenge against those who discarded him. He is looking to tear down the existing hierarchy and crown himself the one true Emperor of the Concrete Throne. The revolution will not be televised; it will be built, brick by bloody brick, until the skyscrapers themselves bow to his will.

Ethan Blackwood enters the corporate jungle with nothing but his mind. Inside a failing company ruled by a proud, small-minded boss, Ethan quietly fixes what veterans couldn’t—systems, strategy, profit. But instead of gratitude, he meets arrogance. Instead of recognition, humiliation.

For two years, Brent Walker lived a lie. As Sarah Chen's assistant and boyfriend, he poured his heart into both her and Chen Industries. But while he was saving her company from bankruptcy and orchestrating billion-dollar deals, Sarah was busy taking all the credit—and sleeping with other men. She saw Brent only as her charity case boyfriend, and there was no day she didn't mock him in front of everyone to make him feel worthless. But when Brent was fed up with all the pain, lies, and deceit, he finally revealed his hidden identity. Brent was no ordinary assistant; he secretly owned half the buildings on their street. He was done playing the fool. The mask was off, and the real game was about to begin. Sarah was about to learn that the "useless" boyfriend she loved to humiliate was actually a billionaire wolf in sheep's clothing. And he wasn't just coming for her and her company—he was coming for everyone who had ever looked down on him. They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. They had never met Brent Walker...