Cruel

Eons ago, the divine dragon perished, and innumerable tribes gained prominence. A hundred millennia past, the ancient eight tribes withdrew into seclusion, as the enigmatic "Beyond Heaven" kept watch over this continent. The rebellious azure dragon, the primeval blue-blooded race, the tomb of the dragon deity, and the shattered remnants of the primordial realm. From a secluded stone village, a young man emerges, bearing an inscrutable stone bead. Can he defy destiny, vanquish dragons and saints, and reclaim the lost origin of the primordial realm?

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Blurb: Brandley Stark and his mother Stella endured relentless humiliation from his step father Jacob Morgan and his half brother Alex Morgan because of his wretched way of life. Brandley's suffering reached a heartbreaking climax when Via Turkey, his girlfriend betrayed him by becoming engaged to Alex his half brother. Deceived by Alex his half brother to come for a family meeting, Brandley and his mother meets a party instead. It was the engagement party of Alex and Via. They were both humiliated and thrown out of the party after his step father forces his mother to sign his divorce papers. Someone from the party recognises Brandley's true identity as the son of Philip Stark son to the most influential family in the whole of Westend country. Empowered by his lineage, Brandley vowed to rise above his circumstances, to seek justice against the Morgans for all the pain they inflicted upon him and his family and to exact revenge to reclaim his dignity, determined to overturn the injustices he had endured. Will he succeed or will the secrets buried within the Stark's consortium drag him down? Find out!

Maximus Bloodthorn, once a powerful Demon Ovarlord, was betrayed and killed by his own subordinates, vowing revenge with his dying breath. Reincarnated as Isaac Ackerman, a human baby, he must adapt to his new mortal life without demonic powers. With his past memories intact he embarks on a journey to master the art of mana and attain power in the mortal realm.

Edgar faced his early death with full of questions, since he just passed beside the clouds. He still longed to meet his dreams for the family. His spirit never accepted the status to his life, when he loudly heard the horse above his head. He apparently exhilarated that somebody may guide him to go back the earth. However, the horse converted his image into a satanic face. Why did Satan epiphany to approach him? A little far from him, a shimmering image which identical the white angel," Edgar, don't approached him because he's the reason of your early death," such time, Edgar got befuddled if he may accommodate Satan or not.

I narrowed my eyes at him and caught glimpse of a guy, standing in a corner and what’s weird is that he wasn’t dancing. He seemed different and odd for all this. He’s looking in my direction, very still and I can see him intermittently. The hat makes it harder to discern. Except for the creepy, fiendish smile, raising the edges of his mouth real slowly. I squinted my eyes at him. He tugged his hat from the right, an expression of a muted Hi! I nodded reflexively and opened my mouth to call Frank, who was busy with stuffing ice cubes in two glasses of beer. “Hey!” I called with my hurting head. “What?” he asked the glasses. “Who’s that? Someone new?” I pointed at him. Frank gave up the stuffing and looked in his direction. “Haven’t seen him before” he said with confusion. . . . Elijah Heath, an eighteen year old teenager was stalked by someone. Read to know who was he? And what made him behave this strangely. Does someone REALLY follows her? Or she's hallucinating like others say? . . . "Is someone there?", I moped around the dim-litted living room. "Guess it's just me. I'm making excuses to cease. No, Elijah! You have to finish this up!". As I ascended three steps, I realized a change in the air pressure around me, an odd creak and a clear presence of heat_ behind me. My breath abated. Just as I plucked the nerve to turn, my ankle was grasped and I slided down as some hand pulled me. My knees rubbed along the hard steps. **Caution**: Contains extremely disturbing content. Read only if you can stand murder and blood descriptions else you might feel nauseous.

Antonio De Isquierda, a definition of poor and hardworking gentlemen who work as a waiter at a restaurant named Guisseppe. Also, he attended a fashion technology class during the morning. To make ends meet, he usually juggles his schedules, a student and a waiter. He tried to work hard not only for himself but also for his girlfriend. One day, Antonio got fired from his waiter job in the restaurant, he only had a few dollars left in his pocket, and had a promise to buy her girlfriend a birthday gift. Sad, alone and rags, he went to the store, bought the said gift and worst, he went to his girlfriend’s condo and perceived that his dear girlfriend cheated on him. Devastated, he didn’t lash out. He didn’t feel the rage but the emptiness succumbed to him; as if the universe wanted to make him like a loser and unlucky. The universe always has its ways to make him unlucky. Or does the universe try to test him if he can make it? Or maybe the universe is trying to make it hard for him because he is bound to do something greater? Or maybe, he is something greater and richer? But, a phone call changed his life and this would be the life he always wanted.

Working for the Federal Bureau of Investigation for nearly 20 years, it always goes ride or die with Ben John. Even after the death of his wife and his son cutting him off his well-being, Ben never stopped working even when he was faced with a big task. This time, another day begins for Ben as a group of terrorists are attempting to release bioweapons into the city. Ben with the help of the FBI must do all in its power to stop the attack and also make sure the peace treaty between the government of Nigeria and ghana goes smoothly, however, Ben is faced with good and bad decisions to make...

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.

Being blamed for the death of a mother while giving birth is the deepest wound for a child. Then, the arrival of Mother and a new sibling who was numbered by the father, really disappointed him and made him choose live alone with a bandage of disappointment mixed with wounds from his father. Can Satria wake up from a nightmare that made him regret ever being in this world? Meanwhile, wherever he went, the world seemed to not support him far from the source of the wound that made him gape even more when they met face to face.