Brave

Every 88 years, one child is born who can shatter time. They call him the Zero Child — and everyone wants him. Some want to control him. Some want to kill him. But when a soldier with nothing left to lose stumbles upon the Zero Child’s hiding place, the countdown to the next global reset begins. Now, hunted by governments and secret cults, the soldier must protect the boy… and an emotionally broken girl who might be his only anchor to humanity. As time twists and reality fractures, the soldier faces a terrifying question: What if protecting the Zero Child means destroying everything he loves?

In Eternal Throne, players are gods who kill and humiliate NPCs for fun. Jax Thorn is just a lowly janitor NPC, endlessly murdered, his wife claimed, treated like worthless code. Until a server merge glitch lets him hijack the Player System itself. Now he can steal levels, skills, and power from the so-called gods. From disposable trash to the Glitch Overlord, Jax will make every player who tormented him kneel. But the Game Entities have noticed the anomaly… and they delete threats permanently. One broken NPC just started a war against millions of gods. And he’s only getting started.

"Adam, look at yourself. You’re fat, you’re broke, and you’re a nobody. Staying with you is a waste of my youth." ​With those cold words, Adam Carter’s world shattered. He watched as his girlfriend of three years climbed into a luxurious car, leaving him standing in the rain. But the nightmare didn't end there. That same night, an accident took his life. ​ [Ding!] [Initializing the Supreme God of Wealth system...] [Initial Reward: $1,000,000,000,000!] Gone is the overweight student who was treated like a doormat. In his place is a man with a body carved by the gods and a bank balance that could buy entire cities. To the woman who dumped him for a rich playboy: You’re not even worth my pocket change.

Beneath the city's skin, another city breathes. Every soul is a puppet. You just have to find the strings." Detective Davon Deshaun is a man built on rituals and "psychic bricks," trying to fortify his mind against the weight of every unsolved case he carries like a stone in his pocket. But in a city bleeding from a string of brutal murders, the "pattern" is a grim, tightening noose around the precinct’s neck. When a young woman is found mutilated at the upscale club Michelin’s—her body treated like a "twisted work of art"—Davon is thrust into a nightmare he can’t escape. Worse, he’s forced to partner with the only person who can find the cracks in his foundation: his former partner and ex-girlfriend, the cool, professional Claire McGuire. As they navigate the wreckage of their shared history, they are hunted by The Architect—a sadistic mastermind who doesn't just kill, but designs entrapment. Leaving behind charcoal sketches of his future horrors, The Architect is building a "custom-tailored prison" around the detectives themselves. Davon and Claire soon realize they aren't just the investigators. They are the centerpiece of a grotesque exhibition. In a game where the walls are already rising, can they find the man pulling the strings before they become the next "finishing touch"?

His family was tortured. His daughter turned to a servant of the rich. After ten years of rising in ranks in the army. He finally returna not as the broken boy, but as the Almighty General. He was going to make them pay!

Despite all he did for her, she embarrassed him, ditched him and went for another guy. Nelson Cassuis, a college student working two jobs, did all he could to provide for his sick grandmother and his girlfriend. Life was difficult for him and he was often bullied for not having parents. And when he thought the girl he loved would be there to comfort him, she openly broke his heart, an event that almost led to Nelson’s death. But Nelson did not die. He rose up to a new life, a new world he had only ever dreamed about. He finally found out his true identity and the truth about his past as the son of the most powerful man in the world. With his newfound wealth and power, how will Nelson serve revenge on those who hurt him? Hot or cold? Enjoy!

When disgraced preacher Yeshua Yael stands in the rain outside his ex-wife’s mansion, he believes his life is over, but Heaven isn’t finished with him. A voice speaks. Lightning answers. A glowing mark brands his arm, proof of a divine inheritance long forgotten. The next day, in full view of the world, Yeshua performs a miracle that turns him from a laughingstock into a global mystery. Now hunted by an unseen entity called the Watcher and drawn into the secret Circle of Dominion, Yeshua learns he is the last heir of an ancient order created to guard the balance between Heaven’s light and the world’s corruption. Yet power invites enemies, from jealous apostles inside the Circle to the shadows that whisper his name. As miracles turn into battles and faith becomes a weapon, Yeshua must decide what kind of Apostle he will be, one of mercy… or of fire. Facing betrayal, supernatural warfare, and the woman who once broke him, he will discover that the greatest miracles cost more than faith, they demand everything.

Three years ago, Duncan MacCoinnich and his brother-in-arms built an empire from nothing, earning the title of "teenage geniuses" throughout Arcadia. But as the saying goes, "the tallest tree catches the most wind." Their meteoric rise sparked bitter envy, leading to a betrayal that forced Duncan to leave his beloved wife behind and flee into exile. Three years later, he returns. No longer the fallen youth, Duncan has been forged in the fires of war and stained with the blood of countless battles. He is now the legendary God of War, a name that commands absolute awe and terror. Returning to Arcadia under a veil of secrecy, he begins his quest for vengeance and truth. But, as he peels back the layers, he realizes the conspiracy runs far deeper than he ever imagined...

BLURB Alex had everything. A father’s name, a company built with his blood, and a home that was supposed to be his forever. Until Victoria came. In 48 hours, his entire world collapsed. His father died. The will left him with nothing. His name was dragged through the news for a fraud he never committed. And the only house left in his name became a trap with cops waiting at the door. He ran hrough empty streets, through the night, through a forest where no one could hear him scream. But running didn’t save him. A group of masked men found him first. When he woke up, he wasn’t dead. He was in a strange room with white walls, bandages on his arms, and two nurses who couldn’t be more different. One was kind, the other, Karina who turned out to be his first harem, looked at him like he was trouble waiting to happen. He was alive because of a man he’d never met. Mr. Giffs. The owner of this place. A man who rescues people “in need.” But nothing in this place is free. “You’re on the run, right?” Karina asks him on the third day, her red hair falling over her face as she sits on the edge of his bed. “Yes.” “Then Mr. Giffs thinks you’ll be fit for the circuit.” “Circuit?” . “The question is… are you willing to draw blood for blood?” Now Alex has a choice. Stay broken and let Victoria win. Or fight back in a world where the only way to survive is to become the very thing that tried to destroy him. A story of betrayal, survival, and revenge. When they take everything from you… how far will you go to take it back?

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.”