Death... And Me

The only successor of the royal family is forced to live a life as a slave for five years, to learn the true meaning of life and to build his eternity, not knowing how to beg or be at someone's mercy, this prince had a very hard time even finding food, "those weird conditions are killing me, can't he just pass the throne to me without these stupid ailments" Alan gritted his teeth in anger. But his life becomes more of a hell when he was forced to marry a princess of a small kingdom, just dust under his feet. Knowing that he is just a slave, her family, and other royals mock him and torture him with all their strength, but what will happen if his identity as a successor of the throne of the greatest empire is revealed... Will they be able to stand before him... How will that princess react when she'll find out that her husband whom she thought was nothing but a slave is a prince and is going to succeed to the throne...... Watch out for his journey through the magical world of the cultivation and his growth from strong to strongest.

The last strand of patience I had snapped into shreds when she chose her ex-lover’s son over our dying daughter. Now she paraded around smiling, flaunting him like a trophy, while I was left with nothing but the cold, lifeless body of my child. This wasn’t about hurt anymore. It wasn’t even about pain. She’d stolen a soul from me — and she would feel every atom of what I felt, and more. “I want a divorce.” “That’s not happening. You and I are in this together,” she screeched, eyes boring into mine, searching for the man who always bent to her will. “You will sign the papers,” I said, every word a quiet stone. “Make me!” I stepped closer. My hand closed at her throat — delicate, trembling under my grip — and forced her to meet me. “Sign the papers,” I whispered, voice low and cold. “Or I’ll make you suffer so that even our daughter hears your screams from six feet under.”

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.

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?

My name is Zane, and I am just a poor boy from the Mainland slums. To keep my little sister, Kemi, alive, I trusted the richest magic guild in the city. I thought they were going to cure her sickness. Instead, they used me. They strapped my sister to a machine to tear a legendary power source called the Calamity Core straight out of her chest. When I tried to save her, they broke my bones and left me to die on a freezing hospital floor. But I didn't die. A blue digital screen popped up in front of my eyes, granting me a forbidden power: sovereign necromancy. Now, every monster I kill and every corrupt billionaire I crush must stand up and join my shadow army. The rich think they own this city behind their high concrete walls. But I am coming for them with an army of the dead, and I will make every single elite bleed for what they did to my family.

Jeffrey Miles had a good life up until the time his physique got activated, The Fate Broken Physique. The Physique was not a physique but a curse. Fate was always against him and those close to him suffered or died in one way or the other. His lovers dead, unborn children dead, friends dead. He tried and tried so many times to fight against Fate but how could an average human win against Fate. But what if he became a new being, a being with immense potential, would he finally be able to defeat Fate and break his curse. Witness Jeffrey's cultivation journey as he went from a normal human to a Defying Paragon. * This story is a slow paced novel by the way.* For those who want to support me, please support me on Patreon: p-a-t-r-e-o-n.com/user?u=54454179 That's the link above. Meganovel bans the word Patreon, so I have to use p-a-t-r-e-o-n. Just remove the lines in between the word p-a-t-r-e-o-n to get the right link.

I'm Evan Cross, and my upgrade path requires genuine connections with women who actually challenge me. A martial artist who uses me as a training dummy. A genius hacker who won't let anyone in. Each bond unlocks abilities I need to stop being everyone's victim.

Daniel wasn't your everyday nobody. His life transitioned from that of a loser to that of a winner after being bitten by some bastard. "You're my perfect successor." "My ass..." It turns out it was a curse... from that moment on Daniel became a vampire, a loser that suddenly became a vampire, sounds sort of cliche if not for the beatings that he received in the streets, struggling to get some 'food' until he gained enough experience to control his powers. Apparently, after becoming a winner, getting a few girlfriends and transforming his own experience by a hundred and eighty degrees, life seemed to not be quite done with him yet. After a series of unfortunate occurrences, Daniel found himself in a mad new world with a new name, and certainly a new family of sorts. ** ** "You're..." "I'm your Demon Empress, my cute familiar, make me something to eat~" "w-wait where are you touching?! a-and you're..." "I'm the first familiar, a Kitsune..." "... a what? forget it... you?" "I'll introduce myself, I'm the second familiar, an Octopus~ my belly is rumbling!" "How many tentacles do you have?" "Don't pay attention to her! I'm the third familiar, an Oni! and I have two horns and I'm hungry!" "I can't see the other... hold up... what is that moving goo?!" "I'm a slime... please don't slip on me, also, I'm hungry." "Why are you all hungry!?" "My sweet familiar, here is your first task... cook me something delicious." "Like what?" "I wonder how vampires taste~" "..." ** ** #romance, #harem, #action, #system, #tournaments, #overpowered, #R18, #vampires, #demons, #magic, #strongToStronger, #slimegirl, #octopusgirl, #demongirl, #kitsunegirl, #evolution

"You stopped being useful to me ever since that time! You couldn't even buy me a common Hermès Birkin bag. The 11th Lowry edition jewelry was my biggest fantasy back then! You couldn't get it for me. You made my friend steal the spotlight and buy it! You made her steal my shine! I hated you with all of my heart." Her face had turned red, flushed with hate. "It was such a big relief that you went to the prison. I was able to finally get rid of you." She chuckled as she stopped talking. Slade's ex-girlfriend, whom he had gone to prison for, yelled in his face. He had just caught her getting engaged to someone else, yet no remorse. Little did she know. The pushover ex-boyfriend she used to know died in the prison. The Slade standing in front of her is a new BEING! A god that all the powerful men cower before like cornered animals!!!

He did not care if the prayer stole precious seconds from the timer. Between speaking to God and the damnation the system promised at zero, there was no question which came first. “Dear Lord,” he murmured, “Ye who see all hearts and weigh all sins… hear me now as I stand at the threshold of damnation. What I am about to do is cruel and unforgiving. A stain no river may wash from my hands. Yet, if this evil must be borne so that greater horrors may perish, let that burden fall upon me. “I know the gates of Hell stand open before my feet, and should this act be the step that leads me through them… so be it. Let history curse my name—if by my damnation, others are spared. “But Lord…” he continued quietly, “when the trumpets sound in the final days, when the dead rise and judgment cometh upon all souls, I ask only this of You: do not forget that I once wept for what I became. Do not forget that I hated the necessity of my hands. Don't forget that though I walked willingly into darkness, I did so that others may remain in the light. And if mercy exists even for the damned… then let me be counted among those shown pity. “For the sins I commit in Your name, for the evil I embrace in pursuit of a righteous end, and for the soul I surrender this night… I beg Your forgiveness.” He lifted his gaze and fixed Vir Ossium a death stare. “... Amen.” —————————————— Kael was just an ordinary guy—until the night he died. But instead of staying dead, he is thrown into a brutal death game. The rule is simple: Be the last Kamen Rider standing... by any means necessary.