Bye My Irresistable Love

Man, always lives in wrong ways and sins. No one in the world lives because he is perfect, or because he is sinless. Everything that moves on the earth has him at his fault. Sometimes, you are not aware, that you have committed a sin that you must pay for in the world of the abyss. The sound of death’s music is one of the reasons why my work increases. The word karma is attached to my name. I am the maker of karma. It's up to the person, whether they learn their lesson or they repeat their mistakes. It is up to them to decide, what path they will choose, whether to go to heaven or to be one of my disciples.

Even though he merely rescued a stray dog after school, Claude unexpectedly became the 'chosen one for dogs,' burdened with the task of guarding the gates of hell, a role he vehemently refused in his heart. Yet, in this relentless world, there was no escape. Hellcats infiltrated the mortal realm, ruthlessly slaughtering the innocent. The enigmatic Azure Faction organization instilled panic, while the name of Satan echoed through the dark of night... Thus, an ordinary high schooler donned multiple layers of disguise, and legends of Shifangcheng started to multiply. Golden retrievers, Samoyeds, border collies, German shepherds; protagonists, antagonists, undercover agents, judges—the canine personas vividly acted out my intertwined history of love and hate, inadvertently saving the world. A regular high school student casually passed by a battleground, offering a faint smile as they neatly tucked away the battle-worn dog costumes back into their backpack.

I’m Gareth Wells, which simply means Gentle Spring. I died in my first life full of regrets, pain, sadness, and sorrows, but now I’ll not be the gentle spring but the storm that will take everyone who looked down, insulted, and made my hellish life bow down to me.

There is one thing I have always been sure of. "If you make the wrong choice, then your life will be filled with dark clouds." Slandered, bullied, betrayed, threatened, is the hell that I always feel because I made the wrong choice. Words are "killing machines," and many people don't know that. "One word can destroy someone's life and one word can change someone." I even thought that sleeping is torture and waking up is the worst. In the past, I lost my temper and planned to kill myself. I like walking in an endless tunnel with emptiness and emptiness filling my heart. This is my broken story.

I hated being locked up like a damsel in distress. Like I was some princess that needed constant protection, but deep down I was grateful. I was still struggling to summon my powers, so if I was attacked alone I would be defenseless. I understood why Valerian wanted me to stay confined within the walls of our home since there was a protection spell suffocating the entire atmosphere that surrounded it. But I was so bored. Valerian was not there to take me out and keep me occupied with his cocky smiles and quirky comments. The only thing I could think to do to pass the time was to take a stroll around the castle grounds. I exited out into the courtyard and walked past the beautiful wooden benches and vibrant trees. Roses of every colour confiscated the grounds and it was like I was walking through a rainbow. My fingertips caressed the petals and I inhaled the sweet scent of their exquisiteness as I walked through the trails. I was so mesmerized by the area that I didn’t realize where I was going. I gasped as I reached for the next rose in my path, and it crumbled from my touch. The rest of the walkway was filled with black and decayed roses that tumbled to the ground like ash from a horrible wildfire. My frightened eyes glared out into the distance as I realized the dead flowers led to a shadowy tunnel made from black brick. A sign barely dangling from a broken chain at the top of the entrance read ‘dungeon.’ My body cringed at the sight. This was the dark side of Valerian that I knew and wanted to avoid as much as possible.

"You stopped being useful to me ever since that time! You couldn't even buy me a common Hermès Birkin bag. The 11th Lowry edition jewelry was my biggest fantasy back then! You couldn't get it for me. You made my friend steal the spotlight and buy it! You made her steal my shine! I hated you with all of my heart." Her face had turned red, flushed with hate. "It was such a big relief that you went to the prison. I was able to finally get rid of you." She chuckled as she stopped talking. Slade's ex-girlfriend, whom he had gone to prison for, yelled in his face. He had just caught her getting engaged to someone else, yet no remorse. Little did she know. The pushover ex-boyfriend she used to know died in the prison. The Slade standing in front of her is a new BEING! A god that all the powerful men cower before like cornered animals!!!

I grew up with nothing just me, my mom, and the empty ache where a father should've been. I’d always thought he was some nameless stranger, long gone and dead. Then, right after I claw my way into this elite university on scholarship, my world shatters. Turns out my father wasn’t some faceless nobody he was William Cross, a billionaire, one of the world’s wealthiest men, and now he’s dead, leaving me his empire.It should’ve been a blessing, but it’s a curse. The “System” he left with his legacy gives me skills I desperately need but at a cost agonizing pain that feels like it’s tearing me apart from the inside. And now, as I stand alone, surrounded by powerful enemies who want me destroyed, I realize that inheriting billions might be the thing that finally breaks me.

No, this can't be the end, I've worked so hard to get to my current level, I refuse to accept this result. I can't go down without a fight!' Drake kept saying in his mind as he slowly crawled towards the door that will take him directly to his base. «Ding! Does player 439237 (Drake) wish to obtain the Power Level Card? Y/N» A notification popped up on his interface and he surprised as well as delighted. This was exactly what he needed right.. a boost. “Yes!” «Ding! Power Level Card obtained in 3.. 2.. 1.. Good luck!» 'Good luck?' And then everything went white. What do you do when you wake up and find yourself inside the very game that you love? What would you do when you realize that you have not only become an NPC — you have been thrown back in time before the game even launched! What will happen when our protagonist's two realities coincide? Drake was a professional game leveler before his transmigration. Now he's inside the game, with no tools, a level zero and literally the armies of the opponents are out to kill him. A fun game, just became a Kill or be Killed. One Man stands against an entire Galaxy. “Be it the Germinal, the Six Nations, or even the entire Galaxy itself.. nothing an no one will stop me from getting back home.. I, Drake Michaelson, will stand my ground against all who hunt me.” GALAXY: ONE AGAINST ALL.

‘Wake up, child. It's time to claim what's rightfully yours. Your time of being seen as a street dog has passed. Now is the moment to shine and exact vengeance upon all those that wronged us,’ the injured woman from earlier whispers to Phil while he's unconscious. •• He died and lost his identity, and died again to regain it. Now, the bullied, murdered, no-good garbage picker son-in-law, is Alexander Lord, the trillionaire heir of Labyrinth City, who has returned from the dead to exact vengeance on all those who wronged him—no one will be spared from his wrath.

In the parking lot of Ifewood University, students were trickling in and out of the Mozambique hostel for female students.  James Keenan, a charismatic postgraduate student of business known as a "Campus Bad Boy," was infamous through his undergraduate days as a con man, sly, and a member of the university cult, The Eagles.  His piercing eyes rove up and down the road as he tries to select his pick for the night. The Eagles were throwing a party on the outskirts of town tonight.  Most students had returned home as school was officially on summer break.  James sat in Shane's car with Gabriel, Austin, and Shane, all members of the same cult, smoking, and each man nursing his own thoughts about the party tonight. Beatrice Kenan was coming back from the library, dressed in a simple yellow tank top, blue jeans, and denim canvas. Her bag was strapped to her shoulder, and her mind was in turmoil. She wondered, How on earth could she fail the simplest of her courses? Professor Bam must definitely be a certified bastard to have failed her. How is she ever going to pass this course without succumbing to his threats and advances? Just as she thought of picking up her phone from her bag to call her friend Yvonne, she came into James's vision. Who is she?  Definitely the one.  As far as James was concerned, the night was set for the Eagles. None of them could have imagined what destiny planned for the future, as love, betrayal, and deception set the pace in this love triangle.