Can't Fake The Feeling

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.

Starting from a man named Zerlan Nestrayel who was 22 years old, accidentally met a man named Shira. Their meeting, as fate had promised. At that time, Shira had just been injured after fighting a man named Ortus. Shira who was injured, couldn't hold on for too long, gave himself a letter, which contained a few words and a hint to guide Zerlan, to a place. That place, was Shira's possession, which contained a sword called Caeruleus. The sword, Shira had deliberately kept it, was waiting for the right person. Not carelessly, people can use the seven legendary swords. Only those recognized by the sword, can use its special power.

Cage's eyes narrowed. He inspected some clothes and realized they didn't belong to Carmen. Could it be? Different thoughts surfaced in Cage's head. He walked farther into the room. The moaning sounds coming from behind the closed doors confirmed his fears. "No. It can't be," Cage said breathlessly. His heart was on the verge of breaking apart. He pushed open the door, and his eyes shook. His wife was naked on top of another man, slowly gyrating her hips while the stranger's hands were on her waist....

In Sanctum, luck isn't random; it’s engineered. The elite pay for probability enhancers, while the poor rot in the "Zero District," slaves to statistical irrelevance. Joseph Vance is a "Null." A data-analyst who crunches numbers for the underworld but refuses to gamble. He believes in cold, hard math, not the rigged games of the House. But when his sister, Elara, is seized by the "Debt Collectors" for "organ collateral" on their father's unpaid loans, Joseph is forced into the glitzy, neon-soaked arenas he despises. Out of options, he challenges a Sector Boss to a game of high-stakes probability. He loses. Badly. Beaten and thrown into the city's disposal chutes, Joseph lands in a graveyard of discarded tech. Broken and dying, his blood mixes with a prototype military chip rumored to be a myth: The Chaos Engine. [System Booting... Neural Interface Linked.] [Protocol: Entropy Exchange Active.] Joseph doesn’t get magic. He gets a processor capable of hacking the probability of the physical world—but the fuel source is his own biological decay. He can force a lock to open, a bullet to miss, or a card to turn, but every manipulation accelerates his cellular aging. To save his sister, Joseph must bankrupt the House. But in a game where he trades his youth for luck, the question isn’t if he’ll win—it’s if he’ll die of old age before he can cash out.

Monday Alpheus, son of the legendary Qualcom must meet the needs of the world he protect, gain their trust and be a better version of himself. Learning and understanding his abilities isn't all he will wrestle with on his journey, malicious villains as well await this hero. Villains of both his father and newly made! let see how the shadow of Qualcom can overcome this adventure of a lifetime.

WARNING: INTENSE THEMES When Greg opened his eyes in a strange bed in a world not his own, he expected confusion, not a glowing screen that labeled him as a "Host." But the system that bound itself to him wasn't one of swords, spells, or cultivation—it was something far more dangerous. The Desire System rewards every choice made. Each act of connection, every bond formed, every line crossed earns Greg "desire points"—points that can heal wounds, unlock powers, and strengthen his body. But not all missions are equal. The more dangerous and forbidden the act, the higher the reward from the system. When even looking into the healer's eyes is labeled "average danger," Greg realizes this isn't just a game. Each mission tests not only his performance but also his resolve. Will he use the system to grow stronger, or will he lose himself in the process? Caught between survival, confusion, and difficult choices, Greg must walk the fine line between man and monster in a world where temptation can be the most dangerous weakness of all.

Jin Yuchen was nothing more than a cripple – the infamous figure with no spirit root. When his entire family is accused of treason and executed, the world believes the Jin clan has fallen forever. But fate has other plans. Arthur Chen, the wealthiest man on Earth, finds his soul transmigrated into Jin Yuchen’s body. With no spirit root and having nothing but the memories of the lost family, Arthur is faced with the greatest challenge of all: revenge. Here's the twist. His entire fortune has transmigrated with him, converted into spirit stones, more than the entire continent has ever seen. Too bad the spirit stones mean nothing to him. Until he discovers a hidden truth: everything in the cultivation world with a spirit root can be bound with a contract. From immortal beasts to ancient weapons, from arrogant young masters to divine herbs—everything and everyone can be bought, tamed, or twisted… for the right price. He doesn’t fight with fists; he buys his enemies’ swords. He doesn’t run from sects; he acquires them. He doesn’t chase immortality; he buys the heavens and makes them bow. Enemies beware! The cripple has raised an army, and he’s coming to kill.

They threw him into the dark to feed a slumbering god. They didn't know the god was starving—and that the boy was hungrier. For ten thousand years, the Blood Lotus Sect has reigned supreme, built on a foundation of ruthless cultivation and a dark secret: they sacrifice their weakest newborns to the Abyssal Pit to appease an ancient horror. But when a nameless, hollow boy is tossed into the dark, he doesn't scream. He doesn't break. With a soul as empty as the void itself, he catches the eye of the dying god below. Instead of consuming him, the ancient entity makes him its vessel. Now, sharing his mind with a cynical, world-ending parasite, the boy climbs out of the abyss wearing the stolen skin and identity of a murdered Outer Court disciple named Dver. To the arrogant young masters and paranoid elders of the sect, Dver is just another piece of trash. A traumatized survivor clinging to the bottom of the hierarchy. They are dead wrong. He is an apex predator wearing a sheep’s skin, and his cultivation requires him to eat theirs. As Dver systematically infiltrates the sect, turning their deadly politics into his own personal hunting ground, he catches the eye of Lyra—the Sect’s flawless, untouchable Saintess. She believes she can purify the broken boy. She thinks she can save him. But Dver doesn't want salvation. He wants to slowly, deliciously corrupt her until she is just as monstrous as he is. A grand sacrifice is approaching. The elders are preparing to feast on the heavens. But they have no idea that the abyss is already walking among them, smiling, and waiting for the perfect moment to swallow them whole.

Cyrus Night is kidnapped from his prison cell where he's to serve for a life time and given an offer that cuts off three years per successful mission but he doesn't believe in the horror tales they tell him about this job that is till his first mission. Can he keep his sanity or lose his mind to the horrors of the world?

BLURB. "You are Elvis, my son-in-law-to-be. You fainted on your wedding day to my daughter, but now that you're awake, you shall marry my daughter today." Elvis stared at Jordan Moore, not having any memory whatsoever of what the man was talking about. Though something was for sure, he felt no strange feeling about the man, so perhaps, he was telling the truth. So, he married the girl in rags. But now, after a little while, Elvis, even with no memory whatsoever, knew who he was, "I am Vince Klein plus one, I rule the world and my in-law must taste my wrath!" Elvis knew who he was... How was he able to know about it? Will he deal with his father-in-law and leave his wife? Will Elvis survive it as he was just so young? Was he ready for some damage and psychological stress? How could he claim a high position without a memory? What even led to his amnesia? Find it all out now!!!