Deuxième Chance

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.

"Don't underestimate me!" She growled, pressing the knife against his neck on their wedding night. "Don't mistake my kindness for my weakness." "You look so hot pinning me against the wall and the knife pressing me against my neck," he smirked. ˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ Weylin Turner, the vicious leader of the mafia organization 'The Black Panther' returned to England after fifteen years. At a party, he learned that his marriage was already fixed with the daughter of one of the most powerful mafia organizations in England. But on the day of the marriage, the bride didn't appear. To save his father's face, he immediately ordered his subordinates to find a bride for him. Suddenly his eyes fell on Garaine Jones, a cheerful caregiver at an orphanage. He couldn't help but take advantage of the situation. Finding her weakness, he compelled her to become his bride. To his surprise, she agreed to his terms and conditions easily. Little did he know that Garaine Jones wasn't some ordinary woman as he thought. She was something beyond his imagination. Did the predator himself become prey while chasing his fantasies?

“Manuel Salazar, you are under arrest for the disappearance of Mrs. Cassidy Jones," the police officer said as he handcuffed me. Manuel Salazar is a sex worker, a male prostitute who fucks the wives of the most popular men in Manhattan. He was the last person to see Cassidy alive after they spent the night at their usual spot, but he didn't kill her; he was being framed, but who would believe him? No body, no murder weapon, just a hotel room covered in blood and his DNA all over. He has to prove his innocence or risk going to prison for a crime he didn't commit. His lawyer Jill Baker is one of the best criminal attorneys in New York, and she suspects foul play, she is his only chance to walk away acquitted of all charges. The clock is ticking. Will they solve this crime in time?

He entered their house as a boy with no past. Now, he returns as the man who will rewrite all their futures. Found on the edge of death with no memory of who he is and where he came from, Jordan Jefferson was taken in by Ezra Bennett—a man who gave him shelter, love, and a second chance at life. But that kindness came with a price. Divorced, stabbed and left for dead by his ex-mother-in-law and ex-wife, Jordan is saved by a woman who carries the same mysterious mark on her neck—a mark that will unlock the truth about his bloodline, his legacy, and his power. Now, the same people who treated him like trash will kneel before him. The ones who tried to bury him will face the storm they created. Because Jordan Jefferson is no longer a shadow in their house… He is the last heir of the Onyx Keepers. And he has come to take everything they took from him.

Bridget Arnold, he was born into a family with his father, passed on his unique skill to make puppets. But unfortunately, he experienced life during the war, leading to death. She has encountered a lot of heartbreaking events. He also had a chance to change his life. With the blood of a powerful ancestor in the family, he was brought back to life again. In exchange for this, he has gold hands and guidance systems. From there, the protagonist opens up an incredible development for the future. The main character is not a fanatic or a fan of the harem surrounding him. But his puppets... who would have guessed? Bridget Arnold likes to be a puppet. He likes to see all the warm and warm emotions in the world. The protagonist changes the world step by step. He has made puppets, and he has developed extensively throughout the five continents. Meet a man who hits a man, meet a demon, fear nothing!

Adam Thomas has endured hell as a scholarship student at the elite boarding school, tormented for years by the sadistic brat Paul Auclair, the spoiled grandson of a billionaire hotelier. But when one of Paul's pranks leaves him fighting for his life, Adam sees the chance to settle the score. During a hospital visit, Adam meets Paul's father Philippe Auclair, the black sheep of the family. Philippe fears his estranged father will write him out of the will if his son doesn't show up for the holiday gala. He strikes a Faustian bargain with him: pretend to be Paul for the night and secure the family fortune. Posing as Paul, Adam is thrust into the opulent world of the Auclairs, And with Paul out of commission, nothing will stop him from exacting the ultimate revenge from the inside. But how far is he willing to go, and who will he become, before the deception destroys them all?

In the slums of Naples, Santino Leandro learned one rule: power is survival. When his father is murdered in broad daylight, Santino is left with nothing but a name. Determined not to die forgotten, he builds himself from the ground up first as a street dealer, then as a quiet force within Europe’s criminal underworld. Years later, he’s called to France by his childhood friend Salvatore with an offer he can’t refuse: a chance to work under the infamous and elusive crime boss, El Amore. But nothing in this world comes without a price. As Santino rises, he finds himself surrounded by secrets. The woman he trusts may be a spy. His brother may be a traitor. And the empire he’s building may never have truly belonged to him. Power isolates. Loyalty breaks. And love, in this world, is a weapon. In the end, only one name will be remembered.

After an unexpected accident cut his life short, Elias found himself reincarnated in a completely different realm, thanks to the whim of a celestial being seeking to right a cosmic mistake. As a form of compensation, the deity granted Elias a second chance in a fantastical land teeming with sorcery, mythical beasts, and blade-wielding warriors. However, this new world was far from ideal. Trapped in a time resembling Earth's distant past, it lacked modern conveniences—no electricity, no sanitation systems, and certainly none of the technology Elias had once taken for granted. Luckily, the divine gift came with a twist: a powerful enhancement and a digital companion known as Nexus-1, a hyper-intelligent AI. Armed with this advantage, Elias began reshaping the world around him. Drawing inspiration from the comforts of his former life, and blending it with the limitless potential of magic, he set out to build a civilization more advanced—and more magical—than anything he'd known before.

There are parallel worlds existing? With different timelines? With different fates? And there are seven? Well, If there will be seven me, I pray nothing but for them to be happy. But if I am to meet them? That wil be a different story. That will be, chaotically happy!

I’m a god of war, a mystery and perfect picture of complications. But don’t spill. They can underrate me all they want. They will never guess what my comeback becomes.