Ciúme

He, who surpassed all the ancient Emperors. He, who once held as a supreme being of The immortal Realm. Perished in the middle of nowhere, His Path to God's domain was blocked by The mysterious light not belonging to the Decem-Milia realm or The immortal realm. That mysterious light was not law, intent, or a principle, it was an unnatural force never seen before. After he died in the middle of nowhere, he woke up inside a hospital, on a planet where he used to live before his reincarnation. ------------------------*-----------*--------------------------------- [ ___________________________________________ This art doesn't belong to me, if the owner has any issues please contact me, I will remove it asap. ==================================

"I've been humiliated for too long. Now you will all pay. It will be my pleasure to return every spite you have directed at me, you damned losers."

Mother-in-law,“ Divorce my daughter, you, useless poverty dog! I have found better men for her, you never deserve her in the first place!” Jaden Reed:“ Divorce? If you truly want to divorce your daughter, then do me a favor and ask Vera to tell me by herself that she wants to divorce me because she's fed up with the marriage and not you or any other member of this family forcing her. Can you do that?" Wife:“ I am sick and tired of your life of poverty and need someone better who is willing to take care of me. I want a divorce now. You've been the family slave for years so it won't be right that you leave this house empty-handed, so I'll give you a check of 1 million dollars as a map...." Jaden Reed left the house with tears in his eyes, on his way a phone call from overseas came in. "Young Master Reed, the contracts are ready! With over 50 billion, the once useless son-in-law becomes the consortium’s legatee.

At the dawn of the journey of my life I found myself within a dark forest. In a world where violence was common, and with a destiny that wanted me dead.

My fantasy that evening was not a tranquil one. It was completely dark inside my head aside from the many air pockets drifting upwards with no sparkle or reflection, just dead circles. I was befuddled right away yet then, at that point, bigger air pockets gradually rose among the other, more modest ones and inside were pack mates. "You might turn into an omicron, or a pi, or far and away more terrible, an omega," I shuddered when I saw Draugluin's irate face as he counted down the positions as though my life's worth would as it were decline. «You want to be so presumptuous since you climbed in rank?" An air pocket of Draco's scowling face materialized with disdain filled eyes before he suddely vanished, passing on me without an opportunity to counter. "A powerless Xi like you," Another air pocket rose with Draugluin's pompous smile as he peered down on me. Stop I heard my powerless voice shout out among the vacant air pockets. "You are pointless as well," the rebel wolf chortled. "She would not fall back when she was told to," Lyall's enraged face frightened me. Lyall had never been so cross with me forthright where he'd place me down before Alpha however, that snapshot of selling out was agonizing yet not undeserving. It makes perfect sense to me, I yelled, however there was no reaction. "For what reason didn't you simply pass on it to the people," Auntie Mona had her arms crossed, a look of dismay all over.

After being massacred vigorously in his past life, now floating into nothingness, in an abyss where darkness reigns, he opens his eyes, and saw a small speck of light, perhaps... another chance? --- "What would you like me call you?" the orb of light spoke, in a gentle and humble voice. "Ken, please call me by my name, Ken." the man in white said, looking enticed at the orb of light, further drawing him in it's alluring glow. "Understood, and what would be your wish Ken?" the orb of light asked. "To be a third party." Ken smiled. 'To be a slow Transmigrator.' he added in his thought.

[System + Monster evolution + Weak to strong + Catastrophic class Apex progression] I hatched from an egg in a fantasy world with a system screen. I’m not a hero. I’m not even a person anymore. I’m a Helion - the hatchling form of an apex predator, cursed with a hunger that never stops screaming. In this world, if you don’t level up, you’re just meat. And right now? I’m the smallest, most tempting steak in the forest. The System doesn’t care about my morals. It wants me to kill, to evolve, and to climb the weak-to-strong ladder until I’m the one looking down. But every time I sharpen my claws, I feel the human part of me slipping away. Instinct says devour. My conscience says protect. They call me an Alpha - but they’ve never seen a predator who chooses to stand between the monster and the prey. As Helis, the forgotten energy of creation, begins to burn through my veins, the forest is starting to realize I’m not just another beast to be hunted. I’m the one who’s going to change the rules.

I died as the Nine Realms’ strongest Sovereign. Or so they thought. I woke up 5 years ago in a broken body — no memories, no cultivation, no name. The Carter family took me in as their live-in son-in-law, a dog they kicked for three years straight. The day my cheating wife threw divorce papers at me, I signed without looking back. At the crossroads, a girl in white was waiting. She called me “Your Majesty”... and returned something I’d buried: a shattered soul bead. With it came whispers. Fragments of a past life. And a truth: my death wasn’t an accident. It was betrayal. Now I have no power, but I have time. Nine soul fragments scattered across the realms. Nine betrayers who took my throne. Nine steps from trash son-in-law to the man who rewrites the heavens. They think I’m crippled. They think I’m done. Let them laugh. Every slap, every insult, every “worthless”... it’s all fuel. Because when the last fragment awakens, the Sovereign returns. And this time, I won’t die alone.

Mark Smith is a very hardworking artist who lives in the countryside. He was suddenly attacked by his father's enemies causing him to lose his fiancee, his parents at a very important stage in his life . He is being traumatized by what happened to him and made a vow instantly.  He took a year to establish himself and come out for his father's mafia throne with the sole purpose of revenge.  ***** "Jocelyn!!!!!!, can you hear me, doctor please come and help me to check up on her, she is not breathing" Mark said The doctor rushed in to check on the lady that was rushed into the emergency ward and didn't take a second to nods his head "I'm so sorry Mr Mark, she didn't make it" He said " No, no, no. Doctor, you have to do something about this, maybe she is sleeping or something, you gotta do something about this" Mark exclaimed  "Jocelyn no, no, no, you can't leave me this way, please come back, i need you please" Mark wept holding unto her body "this is not the end!!!!!  **** "have seen the news?" a voice resounded in the hallway. " What do you mean?" the old man with his puff replied. "He is back!!! “

“It’s our wedding night, Sarah…” Kevin’s hands tightened around her waist as he kissed her neck, his voice rough with restrained desire. “Stay with me tonight.” For three years, he had waited for this moment. Sarah’s breath trembled against his lips. “I want you too…” Then her phone rang. Everything changed. “But Jasper needs me,” she whispered, already pulling away from his arms. Kevin stared at her in disbelief. “You’re leaving me? Tonight?” “He’s in the hospital.” “And I’m your husband.” His voice broke into something quieter, more painful. “Sarah…please. Don’t go.” But she still walked away. How his wife just left her for another man. The hotel door closed behind her, leaving Kevin alone beside the untouched champagne and the bed that still carried her perfume. Nobody knew that before becoming Sarah Sterling’s quiet, devoted husband, Kevin was GODsFALL — the legendary War God feared across the world. He abandoned power for her. Abandoned bloodshed and glory just to become the man who cooked her meals, massaged her tired feet, and waited faithfully for her every night. To Sarah, he was only her gentle husband. The man who would always understand. While Kevin sat alone in their honeymoon suite, Sarah spent the night beside another man, softly whispering: “You are my first priority, Jasper. Kevin will understand. Let me change your shirt.” That was the night Kevin’s love died. And the night the War God returned.