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Su Jin is the third and youngest son of a City Lord. When his brother was born, dragon roars resounded in the sky and when his sister was born, the entire city quaked and was almost buried but when he was born, nothing happened. He was born without a Spirit Root, Meridians and no Acupoints. Someone coveting his wife tried to kill him by drowning him in a huge barrel filled with all kinds of wines but as if it was a blessing in disguise, he became a cultivator. He now has the Drunken Scripture. "I don't just want to be the only drunken, let the city, the country, the continent, the world, the heavens be drunk with me!"

After enduring three years of marriage to an unfaithful wife, Ethan Sinclair's world shatters when he catches his wife, Maya Reynolds, in a compromising position with his boss, Tony West, a shareholder at Uber Organization. The betrayal leads to a tumultuous confrontation where Maya requests a divorce, setting the stage for a night of unexpected discoveries. In a twist of fate, Ethan learns that he is the heir to an ancestral legacy. As the divorce is finalized, Maya, consumed by regret, returns seeking forgiveness and a second chance, pleading, "I was wrong. Can you please take me back?" However, Ethan, haunted by betrayal, delivers a resolute response: "It's too late."

I'm a special guy, no doubt. No one can do what I do. No one has the ability I have and if the government found out about what I can do, they'd probably lock me up to do thousands of experiments on me... and yet, I still manage to do everything wrong. Even with all the advantages anyone can possess and having the literal answers from the universe, I am absolutely lost. In fact, the universe and I have a rocky relationship and are in a constant fight. So, I hope you know that the universe is telling my story wrong. I am not a genius, I am not an innovative visionary and more importantly: I AM NOT GAY.

The Magic God Morpheus.Through his sacred veil and his ten elemental wings, he held his staff... Morpheus regarded the mortals that thrived, suffered, enjoyed, loved."My son... you have reached the peak, but your soul might have perished along the way. Allow me to imbue your existence with joy and purpose."After reaching the peak, Morpheus felt devoided of amusement and life, forsaking all of his secular needs and desires... for his family, his clan, his country, his continent... always a sacrifice.He was fated to go through the path of solitude and power."Father... I don't want to go."Those were the words he said to the god that insisted to push him away from this world, after everything he sacrificed to reach the peak, he is to be sent away?!For what reason?!Magic is the peak of nature, the peak of human evolution, but in the vast existence there are worlds that don't believe such, worldsthat believe in the path of machines."My son, there are several worlds that might do with a touch of your grace, a touch of your knowledge... I shall now send you there as the saviour that will take those worlds back to the righteous path, you that dominate magic and life, who could possibly be better?""But father... I... I worked so hard to reach here, how can you do this to me?!""You don't understand this yet, but this is for your own sake... go there and live, conquer, form, thrive, fight... follow the desires of your heart, my son."And just like that, with a living body but a dying soul, Morpheus was sent on his way with a lot of reluctance.Enjoy the story of a traditional magic protagonist, journeying through a dark cyberpunk world.

MATURE, content dark psychological thriller, Slow burn. "Ahhh! Vikram! W-what are you doing?! Leave me!" "Look at you," Vikram hissed into her ear, his breath hot against her neck as he continued the assault. "The most beautiful princess of Siren's World, reduced to a shivering, sobbing wreck in my basement. Your sounds... they’re crazy, Aria. They feed me." "You’re just a dumpster for my rage now, you pathetic little royal," he growled, the abuse dripping from his tongue like venom. "It’s better that you tell me the address of Driva right now." Alex Dane was a broken prisoner, a man betrayed by his own blood and left to rot in the shadows of Indore. His life was supposed to end on a desolate shore, a victim of his uncle Vikram’s sadistic greed. But death was only the beginning. When Alex’s blood touched the ancient sands, it awakened "The Driva"—a sentient, cold-blooded bio-system that doesn't just guide him; it craves his Royal Plasma. Now, Alex is the last hope of a dying aquatic civilization, but power comes with a price that is as intimate as it is terrifying. As he vanishes into a 365-day survival hell in the impenetrable rainforests, he realizes he is the Eighth Descendant, and his DNA is the only key to restarting a forbidden species. The Game of Two Obsessions Alex is no longer the hunter; he is the most coveted prize in two worlds. He must descend into the deepest trench to perform a forbidden ritual with the Lurking Empress—the frozen, "dead" Queen of the Mermaids. Can he survive the deadly obsession of two rival princesses? Or will he lose his humanity to become the cold-hearted father of a species that will reclaim the Earth?

"Daddy?" The small voice stopped Logan Hayes in his tracks, and his heart skipped a beat. He turned to face the boy staring up at him with wide eyes, eyes that reflected his own. "What did you call me?" Logan asked, his voice thick with disbelief and surprise, he has been waiting all his life for someone to call him a dad. "You're back?" Maya Dawson’s voice cut through the air, tense with shock and an unmistakable hint of anger. Logan turned slowly, meeting the gaze of the woman he had spent five years dreaming of. "I never wanted to leave." His words came out as a plea, filled with emotion. Maya shook her head, with a cold tone. "You didn't just leave, Logan. You disappeared." Logan stepped closer, narrowing his eyes. "You think I abandoned you? It was your family, Maya. They forced me out. I fought my way back for you only to find you married to someone else." Her voice wavered as she whispered, "You have no right to come back and disrupt my life now. Richard is my husband." Logan's voice dropped to a low, intense whisper. "Is he my son?" Maya’s silence told him everything. Five years ago, Logan Hayes was forced out of Maya Dawson’s life, pressured by her powerful family into walking away from their marriage. Once a struggling dock worker and the illegitimate son of the Carlton family, Logan left without a word, leaving Maya heartbroken and convinced he had abandoned her.

"These are pretty minuscule spies, my lord," The leader said into his comms. They chattered among themselves. We had our hands up when they surrounded us. My throat clogged and I was running out of oxygen. I could barely think or breath. Mister Wigglesworth was talking briskly with bulging eyes to the colossal men and a rifle was lodged in his throat, he seemed frail and agitated. "Mort!" He threw the parcel into his hands. Mort winced when he failed to catch it. The box malfunctioned and I screamed at the blast and fell back into the shelter of more craters. I gasped. "What do I do with this?" His hand fidgeted on the and he dived behind a crate beside me while lasers flew. He panted and glanced at me holding on to the parcel. There was a skirmish going on. "I think I got hit." .... Remember when homicidal aliens were attacking us? This was now, yeah, it was kind of my fault. We were crouching like a couple of cowardly war veterans on a battlefield and Mister Wigglesworth! Of all people was out there holding them off. Mort held on to the prism parcel. My eyes were pale. I got hit by the parcel. I held on to my stomach. "Are you okay? Can you sit up straight?" He said. "No, it hurts," I did not feel like myself at all. I was not even in the mood to make snappy comebacks, I kept seeing double and all these color spectrums like I stared at the sun for too long. I was phasing in and out of consciousness. I thought I saw planets dying. I ducked over the end and focused on breath. [ System Activated ]

Ngwan Le, wielder of the divine light power, defended his world against extraterrestrial invasions, earning fear and respect across the universe. After ascending to the pinnacle of power as a throne god, he was offered the ultimate prize: godhood. "I won't become a monarch to my friends," Le declared. But Le's trust was shattered when a trusted friend struck him down. "Who could have imagined that the power of darkness, which I discarded, would bring me back to life?" Le mused, his voice now laced with a darker intent. Now, fueled by a burning desire - not revenge but something more woth it. Ngwan Le sets out on a new mission - to become the greatest villain the universe has ever known.

Humans, robots, aliens, and energy life forms, all tend to like Tejeda for his easy-going personality, not knowing what lies beneath his ever-changing face. He is a Nubilae, a shapeshifting race known for their insanity. But Tejeda appears carefree and often amused even in the most perilous situations. His one-of-a-kind weapon of choice is a spoon, an old utensil that no one remembers anymore ever since eating has become obsolete. You will laugh at him. You will be scared by him. You will enjoy every step of his journey if you are a bit as crazy as he is. P.S. Full disclosure: Tejeda's character and plot revolve a lot around his immortality shenanigans. Join me on Discord: https://discord.gg/QNZtVmVWc5 My website: https://helenbold.com

How far would a father go to save his sons? What lengths would he take? How big a sacrifice would he make just to amend a wrong he committed centuries ago and give his sons a chance at a normal life. The Seventh Son is about a man who cheated on his beloved on their wedding day and centuries later his sons are still paying for his one mistake. But then one day he decided to father a son that would match the curse bestowed on him, A son that his beloved would not dare touch. Would it work and put a stop to a centuries old curse or would it backfire and unleash a worse curse. Follow me on this journey of a lover that cursed her man to suffer for eternity.