Escape While Pregnant

Everyone saw Jeff Benson as nothing more than a live-in servant: cooking, cleaning, and bowing his head while his wife and mother-in-law humiliated him. To them, he was worthless. But when betrayal struck and the woman he loved mocked him as “unworthy,” the truth came crashing down. The man they despised… The man they abandoned… The man they thought would always kneel…is actually the hidden master pulling the strings behind empires. Now, with power, wealth, and influence at his fingertips, he will rise from the ashes of humiliation. Those who trampled him will tremble. Those who mocked him will kneel. And the woman who betrayed him will learn the cost of scorning… a legend.

In a world that pretends to be ordinary, some hearts beat at a different frequency. Fred Miller was one of them, dead for seven minutes, reborn with the power to heal or kill with a single touch. As two secret Orders fight to control the resonance within him, Fred discovers that saving others costs him his own life… while killing makes him stronger. Torn between redemption and survival, he must uncover the truth behind the experiment that made him, and decide whether humanity deserves to be saved at all. Resonance: The Healer’s Wrath is an urban fantasy epic filled with martial arts, medical intrigue, and moral warfare, where every heartbeat can become a weapon.

In a fantasy world where different races co-exist. Humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, griffins, hippogriffs, wizard, dragons, etc. Magic and swordsmanship ruled the world. Storm Walker, an ordinary boy who had nothing but his dead father's bracelet faced bullying every single day of his life. Despite the humiliation and tantrums he faced because he was born into the world as a human, he still managed to remain cheerful. The current world now regard humans as weak and useless people that shouldn't be apart of the world. While the mythical creatures like Orcs, dragons, elves, dwarf, reigned supreme. Would Storm stand to prove that humans are not weak, or give in to the bullying?

He was hunted by some Centuars and Satyrs after he'd breached the orders of the underworld. Then they pursued him till he lost them to a forest. He was found by some of the creatures who he killed. He stayed in the forest for a while till a lady came to the forest. He was surprised to realize that other creatures existed and stole after her till he found a voluptuous village. He returned to his stead (the trunk of a tree) and would go to steal the babies of the inhabitants of the village. He kept on this and travelled to other parts of sewn villages whenever there was no baby to steal anymore. Nemesis caught up with him when it was time for him to be stolen. Ah! He who steal will be stolen.

In a world governed by the Soul-Code, your worth is determined by the rarity of the skill you manifest at sixteen. Vaxien Valerost manifests Rhythmic Respiration—a skill so common it is used by literal infants to stay alive. Labeled a Glitch and cast out by the elite Aurelian Academy, Vaxien is left for dead in the Shadow-Wastes. But Vaxien’s skill isn't a dead end; it is the foundation. He awakens the Nexus-Forge, a forbidden interface that allows him to dismantle trash skills and synthesize them into God-Tier Primaries. While the world’s elite rely on their stagnant, high-rank abilities, Vaxien is evolving. One breath at a time, he isn't just playing the game, he’s rewriting the source code of reality.

Imagine if you take revenge on those who humiliated you with fun ways! With wealth, power, martial arts skills, and it's all doing during your disguise! You'll get your revenge by hiding out while watching your enemies being tortured, that's fun, right? That's exactly what James Timothy did! James Timothy is a son-in-law who is a servant in his in-laws' house. He is always insulted and humiliated by his wife's family. Despite the fact, he is a sole heir! He remains a servant and pretends to be a poor man to carry out his revenge mission; avenging all their bad deeds in disguise. *** Cover by Ai

"You think you built this empire, Sarah? Without me, there would be no empire." **** David Blackwood has spent years in the shadows, being the silent architect of his wife’s success. While Sarah basked in fame and fortune, he worked tirelessly behind the scenes, crafting the empire she proudly claims as her own. But when Sarah demands a divorce and tries to cast him aside, David decides enough is enough. Armed with the truth—and proof of his contributions—he steps out of the shadows to reclaim what’s rightfully his. In a battle of power, pride, and betrayal, who will emerge victorious? And when the truth comes to light, will the empire David built crumble or thrive?

Being the school's dumb yard and a crazy psycho, the only thing that Christopher wanted was a degree in business and a lovely life after college with the person that mattered most to him, Silver. But one Valentine's night, while he sought to get her a lovely present from his heart, she was preparing her own present. And heartfelt betrayal and sex with the school billionaire prince that gets everything that he wants, Kelly. Torn into shreds, Kelly beats him with the intention of ending his life, but instead of putting an end to him, he is revived by the Fame building, and now that he is back, he is ready to not only take over his school but also the world.

Kieran expected death but when he opened his eyes, he wasn’t greeted by a celestial herald or a mystic inheritance. He was greeted by the rotting stench of the Verdant Cloud Sect’s refuse pits thrown there after his Qi channels were shattered for daring to protect a fellow disciple. A cripple. Trash, discarded by the world of cultivation. As despair threatened to consume him, a cold, resonant voice echoed in his mind not from a heavenly treasure, but from the very spiritual garbage surrounding him. [System Initializing…] [Host Located: Zero-Star Aptitude. Mortal-Body. High Compatibility.] [Welcome to the Cosmic Scavenger Initiative. Processing Local ‘Waste’…] While geniuses plundered ancient tombs for legendary swords, Kieran’s system analyzed broken pill slag to reconstruct perfect Divine-grade elixirs. While young masters absorbed pure spirit stones, his system taught him to devour the corrosive resentment from cursed artifacts, turning poison into pure, terrifying power. His domain wasn’t a pristine meditation chamber it was the dump. And every piece of “trash” was a puzzle piece to ultimate strength. They laughed when he crawled out, covered in filth. They sneered when he dared to re-enter the outer sect as a janitor. But when a demonic beast core deemed too unstable and discarded by the Patriarch landed in the refuse heap, Kieran simply smiled. [Scanning… ‘Catastrophic-Level Waste’ detected. Beginning Assimilation.] Now, the sect that discarded him trembles. The geniuses who mocked him are baffled. For the man they left in the trash is sifting through the bones of fallen gods and the wreckage of dead realms and his cultivation path is built on everything they were too arrogant to see. This is the rise of an underdog no one saw coming, A cultivator who will forge a throne from the universe's waste.

Lord Dryk and all his followers were defeated centuries ago. Or so the white mages believed until the reincarnation of his very own mistress, Ramona and her campaign to resurrect the dark lord. Yet darkness could return without the promise of a savior. Wayne a mage born without the gift was shipped off to stay with his uncle Alard and his daughter Calley, another abomination to the line of magic, while his father goes off with the other mages to find the savior and bring an end to the campaign of Ramona. But in the rarest of times, when no one expected, Wayne’s gift awakened, not in the manner which everyone thought it would be, and no one sensed it except Alard, yet that wasn’t all, Calley also awakened the gift like every other mage in history attracting the eyes of both good and evil, forging the prophecy to take a form no one saw coming and with it, the beginning of a long-avoided war. *** “I am tired of waiting for saviors, Fifteen years they have searched and found nothing. My father risks his life on a prophecy that may be empty. And we sit here like sheep, praying some child will appear to save us.” “In the old tales, it was not only mages who broke Dyrk’s host at the Battle of Broken Chains. It was the swords of men, thousands of them held the line while the archmages sang their spells. Common steel bought the world its freedom when magic faltered. If this Ramona comes again, let her face more than spells. Let her face men who will not wait for miracles.” Alard studied him for a long moment, something unreadable moving behind his eyes. “And what would you have, nephew?” “Train me,” Wayne said.