Fantôme

Once upon a time, I was as stupid as a dog. Wherever she went, I followed her, like a piece of chewing gum that could not be shaken off. I would eat shit and agree with her words. Everyone called me a "fool" and said that this was how my life would be, and how I would end. But when I finally woke up—— ...... "You said you were my wife but I do not deserve to be your husband? Oh, but look at your face! It's ugly to fit with mine even in a mere picture!" "Didn't you say you'd rather die than let me touch you? Now you're begging me, crying, wanting a son from me who looks like me—shouldn't you be dying instead?!" "Why is everyone saying I have been bullying? Sit back and watch, it's just the beginning." * * When the abandoned fool finally regained his memory, the whole world realized that they had offended the wrong person—they had to come begging for forgiveness. WHAT TO EXPECT: [o] In a nutshell, this is a Romance meets Indomitable Husband and The Heir... with a dash of Face slapping. [o] Progression Urban Story. No instantly showoff your wealth MC. [o] Much violence and romance elements. [o] Clever schemes, well detailed action, and in-depth character development and drama. [o] No system or magic

“Deucalion stop! you don’t have to do this, it’s me you want” yelled Bobby as Deucalion raised his claw into the air and almost rips Charlie throat. “So now the almighty Bobby Thompson begs, is it because he is your son? was my son not worth it?” look me in the eye and answer me! roared Deucalion. Looking defeated, Bobby stood up “he crossed the line Deucalion you know that he involved people who weren’t involved in this, my daughter! And I didn’t kill him.” Deucalion now surprised, itching “who then killed Steele?” he asked Deucalion still strangling Charlie who was almost unconscious now. “Well, I suppose it will be me”, an unknown figure walked from the darkness into the light. “I am not your enemy here, I am just a necessary tool that will help you to achieve your revenge against your enemy, so do you want avenge your son or do what is right?” he said as he looked at them grinning.

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.

I thought all the good fortune had finally come to me. The people I thought were my saviors turned out to be imposters. My life was miserable and full of ugliness until a servant came to me and told me who I really was. Covenglory, a surname that could frighten others, and I used that name to make them feel what I felt before.

> Miller lived in silence, carrying the weight of a twin lost and a past buried too deep for anyone to uncover. To his enemies, he is invisible. To his family, he is worthless. But blood does not lie — and when the truth of his lineage explodes, those who mocked him will kneel, and those who betrayed him will beg. The God of War has returned, and his enemies’ greatest mistake was underestimating him. “Watch me unleash the fury that made me a legend.” Miller muttered.

Alcohol and heartbreak are definitely not a good combo. Too bad I learned that a little too late. I’m Tessa Beckett and I painfully got dumped by my boyfriend of three years. That led me to get drunk at a bar and have a one-night stand with a stranger. Before he would see me as a slut the next day,I paid him for the sex and deeply insulted his ability to please me. But this stranger turned out to be my new boss!

BLURB/DESCRIPTION I never asked to be born a mistake. My whole life, I was the kid nobody wanted—the one they whispered about, the one they shoved into corners and hoped would disappear. My father pretended I didn't exist. My stepmother made sure I knew I was trash. My half-siblings treated me like a servant in my own home. And then there was Emma—my girlfriend, or so I thought. Until I came back from a trip to find her wearing my half-brother's ring. They threw me out with nothing. No money. No home. No future. But then my phone buzzed. One message. One number I'd never seen before. And suddenly, ten billion dollars appeared in my account. Turns out, I'm not nobody. I'm the grandson of Richard Blackwell—the richest man in the world. The man I never knew existed. The man who just made me his only heir. Now I have the power. The money. The name. And everyone who ever looked down on me? They're about to find out what happens when the boy they called worthless becomes the man they can't touch.

A murderer. A crazy woman. Is what they all call me. Apparently to me, I'm seeing the dead, which makes me crazy to everyone, but I know I'm not. Being stuck in a psychiatric hospital with a pending murder case at hand is not how I pictured this time of my life. I don't really get it. I am a lot of things that I'm not proud of, but certainly not a murderer. How on earth will I be able to vindicate myself if the dead is making me look like a murderer? How will I be able to vindicate myself when my past ways isn't even something to write home about, and all it can do is just spice up my case? How will I be able to save myself when I, and the dead was never in good terms, and I happen to be the cause of it all? What have I done to myself?

I am Just a not-so-normal teenage girl who everyone thought was perfect in all way but the truth was I was only a tool---a puppet to both my father and mother, HE needed me for fame and praise, to have something to boast about infront of everyone and SHE needed me to have others pity and for my father's love.... But I ended up pushing myself off a tallest building in the whole city--the skyscraper, before I hit the ground god seemed to have taken a liking in me and liked to see me suffer even more..... I got reborn in the body of Seraphina Charlotte, A simple mob character in the novel named "the Palace internal affair" which revolve around the heroine and the 6 prince of the kingdom. I got reborn to be yet again a puppet to both my mother and father, Seraphina knew very well that she's a puppet and no one really loved her so She accidentally tripped and her head smashed against a rock, which ended seraphina's life and now I'm here... After getting reborn to a 10 years-old child's body, I began my journey in this world as a puppet and ended up as the male leads escort knight... Despite having 'charlotte' as my family name which means 'free man' I never got freedom, it's the one thing I don't have but desperately want and needed, even in my last life.

"Congratulations, my Heir," a mysterious figure declared, "you have proven your worth, and you're now the Heir to the God of Healing and Medicine, Elandor!" Suddenly, I found myself in excruciating pain, hanging on the edge of a hill. The figure's words barely registered, and I felt like I was forgetting something crucial. Before I could make sense of it all, I blinked, and the pain was gone. My wounds had vanished, replaced by a newfound strength. There, around my neck, hung a gemstone amulet. I gasped as the amulet shone, flooding my mind with knowledge. "In the realm of healing, I'm the ultimate arbiter of life and death. As Elandor's heir, I command over ailments and the frailty of life. I am the embodiment of healing's power and authority." As memories flooded back, I realized why I was here. Darius Blackthorn, that treacherous scoundrel, had thrown me down this hill. "I won't let you get away with this. I'll have my revenge for all the pain you caused me. I'll show those Rossi family snobs who mocked me for being poor and treated me like a live-in servant. You'll regret ever looking down on me. I'm a god's heir, and you will pay for every bit of suffering you put me through." Fueled by rage, I stood there, determined to make them all pay.