Fake Slackers

BLURB Alex had everything. A father’s name, a company built with his blood, and a home that was supposed to be his forever. Until Victoria came. In 48 hours, his entire world collapsed. His father died. The will left him with nothing. His name was dragged through the news for a fraud he never committed. And the only house left in his name became a trap with cops waiting at the door. He ran hrough empty streets, through the night, through a forest where no one could hear him scream. But running didn’t save him. A group of masked men found him first. When he woke up, he wasn’t dead. He was in a strange room with white walls, bandages on his arms, and two nurses who couldn’t be more different. One was kind, the other, Karina who turned out to be his first harem, looked at him like he was trouble waiting to happen. He was alive because of a man he’d never met. Mr. Giffs. The owner of this place. A man who rescues people “in need.” But nothing in this place is free. “You’re on the run, right?” Karina asks him on the third day, her red hair falling over her face as she sits on the edge of his bed. “Yes.” “Then Mr. Giffs thinks you’ll be fit for the circuit.” “Circuit?” . “The question is… are you willing to draw blood for blood?” Now Alex has a choice. Stay broken and let Victoria win. Or fight back in a world where the only way to survive is to become the very thing that tried to destroy him. A story of betrayal, survival, and revenge. When they take everything from you… how far will you go to take it back?

Noah Stone has spent the last three years living a simple life. He works long hours as a mechanic, keeps his head down, and tries to be a good husband. He doesn’t remember who he was before an accident erased his past, but he’s made peace with it. Some things, he tells himself, are better left unknown. Then, in a single day, everything changes. His marriage ends. Strangers show up calling him “Chairman.” And the world he thought he understood starts to crack open. Suddenly, Noah finds himself pulled into a reality that doesn’t match the man he believes he is one filled with power, wealth, and expectations he never asked for. People who once overlooked him begin watching closely. Others seem threatened by his very existence. The problem is, Noah still doesn’t know the full truth about his own past. All he knows is this: If he really was someone powerful before he lost his memory, there must be a reason he disappeared. And not everyone is ready for him to remember.

Ethan Carter loved Helen Blake so much that he became less than human for her. Her family treated him like a free servant. Her friends treated him like entertainment. And Helen? Helen treated him like a dog that would never leave. “Wait outside.” “Cook dinner.” “Pick Charlie up.” “Stop embarrassing me.” He obeyed everything. Even after Charlie poured alcohol on his head in public. Even after Helen forced him to apologize for things he never did. Even after hearing her say: “A man like Ethan should feel grateful I keep him around.” Then one night, while Ethan waited alone at City Hall to marry her, Charlie sent him a video. Helen in Charlie’s arms. Laughing. Kissing. Mocking Ethan together. “Your dog is still waiting for you downstairs,” Charlie joked. Helen only laughed harder. That night, Ethan disappeared. The next morning, hundreds of black luxury cars surrounded the Blake family mansion. The forgotten heir of the Carter dynasty had returned. The same man they treated like a stray dog… was actually the future ruler of a quadrillion-dollar empire. And this time— the people who made him kneel will be the ones crawling.

“Learn to walk with crutches, Kaelen. You are no longer part of this family.” Framed for a crime he didn’t commit, crippled by the family he served, and thrown into the freezing rain, Kaelen was supposed to disappear quietly. They thought they had discarded a useless adopted son. They were wrong. Behind seven years of obedience lies a secret fortune, a clandestine intelligence empire, and a mind capable of turning the financial world into a weapon. Kaelen doesn't return to beg for forgiveness. He returns to buy the company that threw him away. And when the Suryanegara family finally realizes who has been pulling the strings from the shadows, it will already be too late.

[Mature Content(R18)]+[Harem]+[OverPower MC] Ethan’s life could be summed up in just a word: ordinary. He lived a dull, uneventful life. He grew up, went to school, then took a normal office job. His only hobby was reading smut stories, where he could vent himself through his fantasies, only to wake up the next morning and continue his ordinary life. But after being laid off due to staff reductions, a truck accident ended his life on the spot. Was Ethan’s story over? No. System A07 appeared and told him that countless versions of himself in countless other worlds were being suppressed. He had endured the manipulation and restraint of the Will of the World for far too long, and now was the time for him to rise up. The one holding the script of those foolish villains who were doomed to exit early had awakened. Saphen now held the script in his hands, leaving the so-called male protagonist with no chance to shine. However, there was a problem. As for the system’s reward, it claimed to be compensation for all the years he had endured. In every world, he would encounter a different wives. A cow girl, a CEO girl, one after another… And his side mission was to conquer them and satisfy them. Oh? So the nighttime knowledge he had accumulated would finally have a chance to be put into practice?

“Don’t make a scene, Marcus.” Quinn’s eyes, always so cold, flicked over him as if he were an unwanted stain. “A Saintess can’t be sullied by a man like you. Keep your distance.” For three years, Marcus Steel was a ghost in his own marriage. His wife, worshipped for her holy power, never let him near—not even a touch, not a night together. Yet every gathering, she let Alexander—her so-called ‘brother,’ his former best friend—rest his head in her lap, her hand stroking his hair, their laughter intimate and careless for the world to see. “Does it ever bother you?” Marcus whispered one night, desperation thick in his voice. “That you give him what you never gave me?” Sophia only smiled, distant as ever. “Alexander needs me. You… you’re just my duty.” When the earthquake shattered the banquet hall, Marcus reached for her through the falling debris. “Quinn! Please! Just take my hand—help me!” But her golden barrier was already around Alexander. She didn’t even look at Marcus as he screamed, “I’m your husband! Don’t leave me—” “I can’t save everyone,” she said, voice like ice. “Alex is injured. I promised to protect him.” As rubble crushed his body and hope faded, something ancient awoke in Marcus. Flames danced in his blood, power surging from the pain, the betrayal. From the ashes of humiliation and heartbreak, a dragon roared to life. Marcus Steel is dead. The Dragon King rises—and the Saintess will beg for mercy she never showed. DRAGON BOOK PART 2- THE PRIESTESS'S WORTHLESS HUSBAND IS A DRAGON

The sleeping dragon has finally opened his eyes, and every single insult is about to be repaid ten-fold! *** "Sign the divorce papers, you broke loser! Even a diamond loses its value when bought with your dirty, minimum-wage money!" For three long years, Elijah Wilson slaved away as a lowly waiter, surviving on scraps just to buy his beautiful wife, Kathy, the luxury lifestyle she craved. He thought they were building their life together, on the foundation of true love. He was dead wrong. Kathy never loved him. She only married him on a gamble, convinced he was a multi-billionaire heir testing her in secret! The second she discovers he doesn't have six cents to his name, she discards him like rotten garbage. Armed with divorce papers, she throws herself into the arms of Jordan Langford, a ruthless playboy who leaves Elijah beaten half-dead in a rain-soaked alley. Battered, homeless, and abandoned beside a dumpster, Elijah hits rock bottom. Until two lethal strangers drop to their knees before him. "Master... your destiny awaits!"

A crown of ash. A throne of blood. When the merciless Overlord Malakor butchered his father and shattered his clan, he thought he had extinguished the royal line. He was wrong. Fueled by a decade of burning rage, Prince Ragnar returns from exile to the brutal northern wastes. He has no crown, no mercy, and no kingdom. All he commands are the 300 fiercest, most bloodthirsty barbarian warriors ever to walk the earth. As Ragnar carves a trail of carnage toward Malakor’s fortress, a deeper agony haunts his steps: the ghost of his younger brother, ripped away during the slaughter. Is the boy rotting in an unmarked grave, or breathing as a captive? Ragnar will tear the realm apart to find the truth and paint the snow crimson. He isn't marching to reclaim a throne; he's marching to erase an empire.

On the day the "true heir" returned, Cassiel Fabrizio lost everything. His family abandoned him. His fiancée chose another man. His name was erased. To them, he was nothing more than a worthless imposter. Yet the company they relied on... The technology that powered their empire... The business deals that pulled them back from the brink of ruin... All belonged to the very man they had cast aside. Unknown to the rest of the world he was an influential figure, whose name turned industries upside down. He discovers the truth about his birth and finds out he the true heir, the secret comes with a twist that sends him spiralling down. As he uncovers a web full of life and navigates through secrets enough to bring a man down, enemies he never knew of and the one he knew about begins to resurface. The stakes are high, join Cassiel on the world of kill or be killed.

Roman Walter had been humiliated for three years. A garbage collector. The company joke. Married to beautiful Mira Donaldson, who grew to despise him. On their third wedding anniversary, Roman carried a secret. Millions saved. A card that could restore Mira’s stolen company. He was ready to reveal everything. Then he walked into the office. Mira’s best friend Mario was on one knee. Diamond ring gleaming. Proposing to Roman’s wife. She said yes. In front of everyone, Mira destroyed him. Their marriage was forced, she claimed. He was poor. Worthless. She wanted an open marriage to be with Mario, the vice president’s son. Roman signed the papers without a word. Hours later, a Rolls Royce crashed through the parking lot. A stunning woman emerged, calling Roman “boss.” She revealed his true wealth. Millions in gifts prepared for Mira. Luxury cars. Designer everything. A penthouse. All of it waiting. If Mira had stayed one more day. Mira refused to believe it. Just tricks from a desperate man. Back at the office, the mockery continued. Coworkers blamed Roman for lost bonuses. Mira painted herself as his victim. Then the CEO made an announcement. Roman Walter was now chairman. Majority shareholder. He’d just invested twenty million dollars. The room went dead silent. Every person who’d insulted him now worked for him. Mira stood paralyzed, watching her mistake unfold. Mario’s face drained of color. Roman surveyed them all with ice-cold eyes. His revenge had only just begun.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​