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“Babe, what are you doing with him?” He raised a brow with a voice filled with contempt, his eyes raging in anger. “What does it look like?” She snorted in disgust. “Do you have the right to even ask me such a question? Just look at you.” She couldn’t help but laugh with a very loud voice and Carter followed suit. “You are looking worse than a dog and you expect me to stick with you?” She clicked her tongue, mocking his pitiful state. “Seriously? Babe, after everything I have done for you?” Logan stared at his girlfriend in disbelief. The woman he had fallen for had changed overnight and doesn’t have any regard for him again. “Don’t call me babe! If you ain’t ashamed, I’m ashamed for you!” She spat at his face in annoyance. ~~~ Logan couldn’t believe his eyes and ears. He had endured disrespect and belittlement from others, but he never expected it from the person he loved the most, Eleanor. He had sacrificed his savings to support her education and take care of her every need. He had neglected himself, believing that as long as Eleanor was happy and comfortable, he would be too. But now, he discovered that she had been two-timing him, using him as a mere pastime. She publicly insulted and humiliated him. However, everything changes when Logan stumbles upon a power system. A system that promises him beauty, wealth, and fame in a short span of time. With this newfound power in his hands, what will Logan do? Will he seek revenge? Will he rise above his past and create a new future? The choices he makes will shape his destiny and reveal the true extent of his strength.

Immortal Emperor Dao was tricked into believing that capturing the wheel of time and space would fulfil his longtime wish of having children and a Dao companion of his own, but he ended up losing his original body, and his soul travelling through space into Earth possessing Old Ye who has eleven grandchildren. "Grandpa, I lost my job because my Boss instructed me to tell you to sell the Old Ye property" "Is your boss tired of living? Don't work for him, a Boss like that isn't even worthy to be the shoe carrier of Emperor Dao's grandson" "Grandpa, My husband's family want me to divorce my husband because I couldn't give birth to a child" "Is just giving birth to a child, I will give you a pill that you will give birth to triplet, are they worthy to be in-laws of Emperor Dao? They should be burning incense to their ancestors for getting such an undeserving opportunity" Heaven above and Earth below, who can make prideful Emperor Dao lower his head?

She slipped off the engagement ring, her voice cold. “You’ll never be the man I need,” she said, walking out and leaving me broken. Years later, as I stood successful and untouchable, she begged for my help. My heart ached, but I turned away. “You made your choice,” I whispered.

“Don’t make a scene, Marcus.” Sophia’s eyes, always so cold, flicked over him as if he were an unwanted stain. “A Saintess can’t be sullied by a man like you. Keep your distance.” For three years, Marcus Steel was a ghost in his own marriage. His wife, worshipped for her holy power, never let him near—not even a touch, not a night together. Yet every gathering, she let Alexander—her so-called ‘brother,’ his former best friend—rest his head in her lap, her hand stroking his hair, their laughter intimate and careless for the world to see. “Does it ever bother you?” Marcus whispered one night, desperation thick in his voice. “That you give him what you never gave me?” Sophia only smiled, distant as ever. “Alexander needs me. You… you’re just my duty.” When the earthquake shattered the banquet hall, Marcus reached for her through the falling debris. “Sophia! Please! Just take my hand—help me!” But her golden barrier was already around Alexander. She didn’t even look at Marcus as he screamed, “I’m your husband! Don’t leave me—” “I can’t save everyone,” she said, voice like ice. “Alex is injured. I promised to protect him.” As rubble crushed his body and hope faded, something ancient awoke in Marcus. Flames danced in his blood, power surging from the pain, the betrayal. From the ashes of humiliation and heartbreak, a dragon roared to life. Marcus Steel is dead. The Dragon King rises—and the Saintess will beg for mercy she never showed.

🏆["Bronze Medal" in "The Most Popular Novel" of "Meganovel Annual Writing Contest 2022" ]🏆 Alvine opened his eyes and suddenly found himself in the body of a boy celebrating his 18th birthday. [ Ding!! ....] [The host has reached the age required for activation of the Incubus legacy ] [The turning process into an incubus will begin in 5 seconds... 5....4...3..2..1...] (The profile does not belong to me. The owner can contact me!)

Would you believe it if your best friend told you that he has been living in the world for four hundred years? What is the reason for this - a wonderful gift, which he acquired at a terrible price and continues to pay for it to this day? That he was familiar with Catherine de Medici, Stefan Batory, Nostradamus? That's what I didn't believe at first. But he told me such details that I could not help thinking: what if this is true?

Right in front of Nico, his mother was brutally murdered. The perpetrator? A man in a straw hat. Although Nico had no mana core, his rage towards this man drove him into action. He was killed. This was the redemption he needed. A mana core awakened in him and brought him back to life. Nico stomped on the hierarchy but his goal was clear. “Uto!! I will kill you even if it costs me my life!!”

The day the world fell was also the beginning. It brought to an end to the world as we knew it. Join me on one boys quest to find himself and become a man. Matthew had high hopes for the beginning of his mage school life. Those dreams quickly shattered after finding out he was a cripple. Follow him as he climbs up from the pits of hell to reach the pinnacle of the world....and beyond.

O Bored Prowler of the white pages stained in dark ink. Do ye tire and lose interest in the scrolls of endless writers that tell the dry tales of Systems? Of modern men who traverse through time and space to arrive in fantastical worlds where they achieve naught but baseless journeys? Of tasteless worlds with no intrigue, failing to grasp thy mind? If that be the case, hearken unto me, O Prowler! Let me appeal to thy desire for adventure and darkness, bringing thee into the world of LEASTRIA, where ye shall follow the story of foul men born from distorted shadow! Where selfish Stars toy with fate from their Odd Demesnes! Where the Enlightened, the Sorcerers, the Cradlers and the Genuine Accursed roam and rend the Sheltered Lands with their obscene lust and greed! Where ye shall follow the story of the Cursed Child as he seeks ‘The Bringing’ and rises from meagrehood to significance under thy eyes. Hearken unto my voice and begin this tale, if ye fear not to prowl in Mythology. Do ye dare, O Prowler, to be lost in true Fantasy? ---------------- I will be posting this story on Royal Road under the name Shade Arjuun

Struggling novelist Athena Morrison once thought life had nothing left to offer her. Living a reclusive lifestyle and trying to make ends meet while trying to make a name for herself as an author, she certainly had it hard enough. Coupled with extreme bouts of depression and constant threats with running from her dark past however, one can only go so far before something snaps. So in one stormy evening, plagued by the demons of her own making, she planned on ending it all.Before she was stopped by some unsuspecting maintenance crew.A fateful encounter, if she were to describe it. Change was coming to her life. Perhaps it was time to stop running, to try and take hold of her own destiny. A lot of things were happening in this city, money changing hands, deals being made; politics were being played and power constantly in flux. And while change is something to be feared, it was also something to be excited about. Athena only hoped that it was for the better.Bug me on Discord: https://discord.gg/NZA6JunBug me on Twitter: @FriedMokou