C Berman Fear Street

Matthew stood there, trying to keep his emotions in check. "I did everything I could for you, Rachel. I sacrificed so much—" She cut him off with a bitter laugh. "Sacrificed? Please, you barely managed to keep up with my lifestyle. I had men lined up, rich, powerful men, who would’ve given me the world. And I turned them down for you. What a joke." Matthew’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. "I loved you, Rachel. I thought we were building a life together." Rachel smirked as she zipped up her designer bag. "Love doesn’t pay the bills, Matthew. Love doesn’t buy the things I want. And frankly, you just couldn’t keep up. So, I’m moving on—to someone who can." As she headed toward the door, she paused to deliver one final blow. "You’ll never be more than what you are right now—a pathetic, broke man with nothing to offer. Enjoy your sad little life, Matthew. I know I will." Matthew Donovan has always been underestimated. Betrayed by those closest to him and left with nothing, he discovers that his family’s exile is over, and he is the heir to a vast business empire. As Matthew steps into a life of luxury and influence, he faces new challenges, including a vengeful ex-girlfriend, her scheming brother, and a world of deceitful elites. But when a bomb explodes at a high-profile party meant to announce his return, Matthew realizes that his journey to reclaim his family's legacy is fraught with danger. With secrets unfolding and enemies lurking in the shadows, Matthew must navigate treacherous waters to protect what is his and uncover the truth behind the attack.

"Pardon?" Keegan pinched the bridge of his nose. "We were supposed to do this subtly, Eva. You don't just drop this kind of news like a bombshell." Eva didn't look remorseful. "He needs to know the truth." "Truth? What are you talking about?" Travis asked. Realizing Eva's hand was still in his, he withdrew it. Keegan shifted his gaze to Travis. He sighed and took out his phone. He said as he typed. "This is the DNA test result we carried out with your sample." He handed him the phone. With a frown, Travis's eyes scanned the screen. His eyes widened. The results stated that their DNA samples matched. How could he be a child of the Novaks? *** Travis's life was pretty much ordinary and average until one fateful night took the life of his adoptive father. He woke up in a mansion and they told him his biological father was the head of the Novaks, one the most influential family in the country. But it isn't a dream come true. Is he ready for the dangerous game of wealth, betrayal and secrets that comes with this new heritage?

My wife ended our marriage with a smile and a disconnected oxygen tube. Her rich lover and my own family watched me die. They celebrated when it was over. I was the husband nobody wanted, sick, poor, and in the way. So they removed me. Permanently. But some graves are not as deep as they seem. And some silences are just the calm before the storm. I’m coming back. And this time, I won’t be begging for my life. I’ll be collecting theirs.

Jaxon Creed was born into power, raised by the code of the streets and the shadow of a kingpin father. But when betrayal shattered his family and a corrupt empire rose from the ashes, Jaxon disappeared into exile—only to return with vengeance burning in his veins. Now, Cape Heights is on the brink of war. With allies forged in blood—Vera, the strategist; Lyra, the blade; and Miko, the hacker—Jaxon wages a brutal campaign to dismantle the criminal dynasty that stole everything from him. But every step forward uncovers deeper layers of deception, and every victory comes at a devastating cost. When an enemy emerges from within his own ranks, Jaxon must confront the harshest truth of all: the greatest threat isn’t just power or corruption—it’s loyalty twisted by ambition. In a city ruled by fear, he’ll become more than just a leader. He’ll become a legend. King of the Underground is a gritty, male-led urban thriller packed with action, betrayal, and the relentless pursuit of justice from the shadows.

Once the rightful heir to the prosperous Ashford family, he was cast aside, he was betrayed by those who should have stood by him. Stripped of his name, his home, his and his father’s honor, they vanished into the shadows, only to rise again—stronger, colder, and more powerful than anyone could have possibly imagined. Now, Luca Ashford reigns over the vast quarry with absolute authority, a force that none dare challenge. His presence commands fear, his words are law, and his mysterious abilities make disobedience impossible. But beneath the cold, unshaken exterior, a burning fire rages—one fueled by vengeance. His family thought they had erased him. They thought he would fade into obscurity. They were wrong! He has returned. And this time, he will not be denied or cast aside. This time, the empire will either bow to him… or it will burn at his feet! Find out how it all plays out on ‘The EXILED LORD’ written by LADY E.

“Richard, I do not know why you're acting like you know nothing. It's no hidden knowledge that you've constantly mismanaged funds, bribing corrupt officials like yourself, it's all documented. There's evidence you know?” ********* Over two years ago, Dalton City was on the brink of ruin, having natural resources in abundance; they were the target of their enemies and corrupt officials whose aim was to destroy and corrupt the system.  All of these changed when Richard Day, the enigmatic and feared acting mayor took over after fighting and winning various wars for Dalton City. Richard is surrounded by many enemies who seek his downfall, and amongst them is the least expected, Betrayed by his fianceé and her father, Richard has no choice but to step down and let them take over. But let the world await and fear his comeback, because Richard Day's Legacy isn't to be toiled with.

[Kill. Plunder. Evolve. Dominate.] ​Alex Vane was a nobody—just another delivery driver trying to survive the daily grind. That was until he woke up on Dead Man’s Isle, a secret testing ground for the sinister Sterling Genetics Corporation. ​Surrounded by cybernetic horrors and prehistoric beasts, Alex should have died within the hour. Instead, he awakened the System. ​Defeat Enemies: Loot their stats. ​Survive Trauma: Unlock hidden skills. ​Inject the Serum: Become the Juggernaut. ​From the blood-soaked jungles of Sector C to the neon-lit slums of Sector B, Alex clawed his way to the top, only to be betrayed and cast into the deepest hell: Sector Zero. ​But the Abyss didn't kill him. It forged him into something else. Something... unstoppable. ​Now, he returns to the surface with a Gravity Warhammer in his hand and an army of the damned at his back. The scientists wanted to create the ultimate weapon? They succeeded. ​And now, the weapon is coming for them. ​"System Status: JUGGERNAUT. Strength: ERROR."

Don't fear the face of Death, for he is the face of all man. • Some say that hell is other people; that hell is but only in the mind, and that hell is a place...but in this case it's all of the above, though just far between the cracks of life's façade. And it all starts in a town, called (S)hellville, U. S. A. Rowland DeWilliers is a South African born artist who resides in this blue and yet dry American coastal haven with a lust and desire for life despite his inability to chase after it , as he scrubs dishes and tries to pay his bills. Upon meeting a dark stranger by the name of Nick, his dreams suddenly seem achievable and on his way to distinguished fame, he, along with the haphazard guidance from his new aquiantance, starts to see the world anew. But with such enlightenment, comes the price of the shadowy darkness that which surrounds him. Until he is faced with the choice of being DeWilliers/Machapela or becoming DEVILE.

For four years, Pervis Howard was the perfect victim. A human blood bank for his wife's "best friend's brother." A walking ATM for Anna's designer lifestyle. A doormat who apologized for breathing too loudly. When Anna needed Noah's monthly transfusion, Pervis rolled up his sleeve. When Noah needed a place to "recover," Pervis gave up his bed. When Anna wanted to humiliate him in public, Pervis smiled and took it. But every dog has its day. After catching his wife in bed with her precious Noah, after being locked in a basement like an animal, after watching his dying grandmother thrown into the street—Pervis Howard died. In his place rose something far more dangerous: the lost heir to the Coleman octomillionaire empire. Three adopted sisters spent fifteen years searching for him. Three brilliant women raised with one mission: find the Coleman family's missing son. When Aria finally tracked down the broken man in that hospital bed, she didn't just save his life—she awakened a sleeping giant. Now the blood bank has become a war chest worth $800 million. Now the doormat commands armies of lawyers, doctors, and enforcers. Now the pathetic husband owns the very hospital where his wife plays Florence Nightingale. Now three lethal sisters stand ready to help him burn down everyone who ever wronged him. Anna wanted a divorce? She'll get papers served by federal agents. Noah needed medical care? He'll get it—on the battlefield as a combat medic. They wanted Pervis gone? They should have killed him when they had the chance. Because when an Zillionaire heir and God of War decides to collect his debts—with three vengeful sisters at his side—bankruptcy is just the beginning.

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.