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The doctor swallowed, stammering a little. “It’s… Mr. Drayton, your husband. Connor’s blood type matches Mr. Carver’s. If he agrees, we can transfuse from him. But I should warn you. Mr. Drayton has already lost blood in the crash. Taking more could risk weakening him further.” She turned to the doctor with the exact same cold voice. “Then what are you waiting for? Do it. Take whatever Benjamin needs.” A cold numbness washed through Connor. Connor Drayton's Millionaire Wife Threatens Him To Donate Blood For Her Ex, Benjamin Carver, Or Get Divorced. But How Will The Situation Turn?

Human nature tends to get caught up in romance constantly, but how do you deal with that when you’re a man who might turn wolf? Jack and his work partner are embroiled in a supernatural mystery at the company where they work, but a woman, named Cassie, promises to divert their attention whenever possible. Simultaneously, while having to figure out who has been committing the murders in the building, Jack must deal with the overwhelming attraction he feels for the human. Surrounded by eyes on all sides, the wolf must deal with his passion and transformations, and must hide from everyone that one of the murders was committed by himself. Could love to overcome the barriers of a doomed soul?

In a world where money meant power, Dylan was at the bottom of the pyramid. Dylan was a mere cleaner who was cheated on by his wife who left him and their kid for a richer man. He was used as a scapegoat in the game of power and disposed to die with his family. Dylan had nothing left. [Ding! Greetings Host!] [You've activated the Face Slapping System. Face-Slap to level Up!] Ryan Face-Slaps an enemy. [Credit Alert: $10,000,000 dollars!] Face-Slaps more enemies! [Bank account: $100 Trillion+] In a twinkle of an eye, Dylan was climbing this game of power that almost disposed him. And he was doing so by Face-Slapping those who used and betrayed him down do the dirt!

No one understood what the old master was thinking when he said Richard Gray should marry his granddaughter, Linda. Richard Gray was an orphan and a nobody, so why? But the old master had insisted and so Richard became the disgraced son-in-law of the Wayne family. His wife and in-laws despised and ridiculed him. Things start to get interesting when Richard receives a strange phone call asking him to come claim his inheritance. "Me? But I'm an orphan? How?" What is Richard Gray's true identity? And what will he do with such a huge amount of money? Take revenge on those who had made his life a living hell, perhaps?

[System Awakening! Daven King, do you want to turn your fate around? You have five seconds to accept the System!] [1…2…3…] All Daven could understand was getting a new life and that was all that mattered to him at that point. “Yes!” He responded. [The Rich Medical System has been installed successfully!] ___ Daven King, a poor and bullied cleaner became a medical genius in one night. He was faced with the ability to take and save lives and when faced with his enemies, he had the chance to make them suffer. However, his sudden skills came with a price, would he be able to keep them or lose them because of a diehard enemy?

"These are pretty minuscule spies, my lord," The leader said into his comms. They chattered among themselves. We had our hands up when they surrounded us. My throat clogged and I was running out of oxygen. I could barely think or breath. Mister Wigglesworth was talking briskly with bulging eyes to the colossal men and a rifle was lodged in his throat, he seemed frail and agitated. "Mort!" He threw the parcel into his hands. Mort winced when he failed to catch it. The box malfunctioned and I screamed at the blast and fell back into the shelter of more craters. I gasped. "What do I do with this?" His hand fidgeted on the and he dived behind a crate beside me while lasers flew. He panted and glanced at me holding on to the parcel. There was a skirmish going on. "I think I got hit." .... Remember when homicidal aliens were attacking us? This was now, yeah, it was kind of my fault. We were crouching like a couple of cowardly war veterans on a battlefield and Mister Wigglesworth! Of all people was out there holding them off. Mort held on to the prism parcel. My eyes were pale. I got hit by the parcel. I held on to my stomach. "Are you okay? Can you sit up straight?" He said. "No, it hurts," I did not feel like myself at all. I was not even in the mood to make snappy comebacks, I kept seeing double and all these color spectrums like I stared at the sun for too long. I was phasing in and out of consciousness. I thought I saw planets dying. I ducked over the end and focused on breath. [ System Activated ]

I remember the day everything burned like a wound that would never heal. Flames stole my family — my parents were ripped from me, my little brothers and sisters turned to ash — all because debts bled our name dry. They came in the night with torches and cold mouths, set our home alight, and watched the world I knew collapse into smoke. When I thought the world had taken its last piece of me, something — someone — stepped through the blaze. I could not tell if it was man or woman; the fire kept the savior's shape blurred and holy, as if the flames themselves had given birth to a protector. They pulled me from the ruin and vanished like a promise. For seven years I answered a different kind of fire. I joined the army and let the drill and the discipline burn the broken parts clean. My hands learned steel. My bones learned marching. My nights learned keeping watch. I learned how to turn pain into armor, sorrow into strategy. I was forged in training fields and battle lines until a new name fit me. I am Kaelor Thane now — not a child who once cried over ash, but a force that arrives on the war road without apology. They called me the God of War because I learned to move like thunder and strike like winter. I carry no mercy in my pocket; I carry only the weight of a debt to be settled. Those who think they can stand between me and what I owe will learn the hard truth: I do not forgive. I do not forget. I return to make the ledger even, and I will make them pay in ruin, pain, and a silence that remembers my name.

"What do you think you're doing Harvey? How dare you walk into my room without knocking?!" Gracia angrily exclaimed as she got up from the bed while covering her half naked body with a sexy red lingerie, something she never wore in the presence of Harvey, her husband. Harvey's fist tightened, his knuckles white with tension as his teeth grounded against each other. This moment epitomized utter disrespect, and he will not tolerate it. "How could you do this Gracia?!" Harvey yelled. "Who's this young man, how dare he interrupt our moment?" The man she was making out with said,glaring disgustingly at Harvey as he got up from the bed, wearing only a boxer and wrapping his arms around Gracia's waist. *********** On the night of his wedding anniversary, Harvey was made to sleep at the stables as the affluent guests couldn't stand the thought of spending the same abode with him. Despite this, he woke up early to make breakfast for the same people who humiliated him only to find his wife making out with another man on their matrimonial bed! When he retaliated, she threw divorce papers at him and sacked his betrayed self out of her mansion. May the Lord bless the day he broke free from the Andersons. His life took a graceful turn when it was revealed to him that he’s the biological son of the most talked about mogul in the city! Now that he has not only money but power, he swears on his mother's grave to make all those who looked down on him, wipe the very dirt on his shoes with their tongues!

Sony Anggara is a technician pushed to the brink. To save his dying mother, he accepts a devil’s bargain: marry Aruna Nita Baskoro, the icy heiress of a global empire, and claim her fake pregnancy as his own. But the marriage is a cage, and the truth is far deadlier than the lie. As Sony delves into the shadows of the Baskoro Group, he uncovers Project Doppelganger—a horrifying experiment where lives are scripted and faces are replaced. Trapped in a web of false memories and corporate conspiracies, Sony must find the real code to his existence before the man with his own face erases him forever. In a world where even love is programmed, how do you fight for the truth?

When Dr. Alexander Carter dies in a dilapidated hospital during a deadly outbreak; he stands before a gigantic stone Obelisk, its surface covered in carvings that shift and move. The Obelisk is no memorial—it's the System of Forgotten Truths, holding all the cures, remedies, and knowledge of health erased from history. Bound to the Obelisk, Alexander must deal with quests that force him to heal villages, battle corrupt elites, and combat pandemics born of greed. Each truth he heals empowers him… but each lie he eradicates awakens forces that will do anything to keep the world sick. In a world broken by disease, will he heal humanity—or remap it into something unrecognisable?