Fantôme

“Get a grip?” Xander laughed bitterly. “I had a grip—until she left me with nothing.” Once a mocked son-in-law, Alexander "Xander" Cage lost everything when his wife betrayed him. Love, home, family—snatched away in a single day. Now, he’s out for revenge. And nothing will stop him… not even the woman begging on her knees to be taken back. But as Xander climbs back to power, forgotten memories start to haunt him—visions of another life, another self. A shadow with his face. What if the biggest betrayal didn’t come from her… but from his own blood?

Everyone in Chicago thought Keith Cross was nothing—a discarded war hero turned human blood bank for his in-laws. His wife called him a leech, her mother demanded he donate or die, and her new lover promised to "drain him dry." But what they didn’t know? That “worthless freeloader” they mocked… was the Miracle Doctor they’d been desperately begging to save their dying son. “You think you can throw me out like trash?” Keith says with a slow, deadly smirk. “You’ve been living off my charity this entire time.” When Keith flashes his black VIP card, the world shifts. Elite restaurant managers fall to their knees. Security guards bow. And his ex-wife? She drops to the floor, begging for mercy after publicly calling him a busboy in disguise. “You said I was a blood bag,” Keith says, towering over her. “Funny. You never asked whose blood ran this city's veins.” She called him weak. He became untouchable. Now he’s back—to take everything they stole, and leave them gasping in the dust of his name.

As the world went on as usual, with people working tirelessly to make ends meet, studying sleeplessly to be complimented, and partying endlessly like nothing could stop anyone, suddenly there was a strange explosion in the sky. It only took one day for this explosion to completely change and disrupt the normal balance of everyone's lives in the world. What some once dreamed of has already happened. Modern war broke out, there was discrimination that never ended, and new continents and countries emerged. Amidst the rapid evolution of mankind, there is one thing that still remains a mystery to everyone. Where exactly did the strange explosion begin? What is the reason for all this? Is it really God who is doing the work, or is everything just being played on purpose to destroy the world forever? Despite so many unanswered questions, there is a woman sitting quietly on the steps of a huge mansion. Little by little, every strand of her long, black hair is turning white. Suddenly, her eyes, which were once black, turned a bright golden color. She grinned mischievously and slumped as she rested her elbow on her knee. "Find me if you can. After all, no one really knows that I am number Ten. Come, I have all the answers."

I'm a special guy, no doubt. No one can do what I do. No one has the ability I have and if the government found out about what I can do, they'd probably lock me up to do thousands of experiments on me... and yet, I still manage to do everything wrong. Even with all the advantages anyone can possess and having the literal answers from the universe, I am absolutely lost. In fact, the universe and I have a rocky relationship and are in a constant fight. So, I hope you know that the universe is telling my story wrong. I am not a genius, I am not an innovative visionary and more importantly: I AM NOT GAY.

Max Carter has always been seen as weak, married into a wealthy family, endures mistreatment and his rich wife Emma’s coldness. While she resents their marriage, he has fallen deeply for her, enduring the family’s disdain, She never loved him, and her family made sure he knew he was an outsider. Yet Max couldn’t help falling deeply for her, doting on her despite her coldness and enduring the scorn of those around him. But everything changes when he uncovers his true identity. “I’m not the man you think I am, Emma. One day, you’ll regret underestimating me, ”

“I’m not here to stay her bestie, Aiden. I came back to New York to marry her.” Wesley slips a card from his pocket, holding it out like it’s radioactive. “This is me being generous. There’s a hundred thousand dollars loaded on it. Take it. Go home, pack your things, and disappear. I’ll tell everyone you left because life got too hard.” Aiden stares. Not at the money—he could buy a hundred of those cards without blinking—but at the audacity. Because if Wesley knew who he really was… He’d be the one begging to disappear. **** By day, Aiden is the fool. The humble househusband with a dish towel slung over his shoulder, humming as he mops floors, checks the stew, and gets barked at by his in-laws like he’s less than nothing. Everyone thinks he’s soft. Gullible. Replaceable. But by night? He becomes the man the city's richest fear. In a dark room filled with shadows and smoke, he gives orders—orders that no billionaire, no politician, no enemy dares question. They call him sir. But to his wife’s family? He’s still just the broke son-in-law. They don’t know the game they’re playing. Yet.

“Is this really what you do? Have you been cheating on me this entire time?” Justin didn’t mention that he didn’t think they had been in a relationship. After all, throughout the years they’d been married, they’d never slept together or even in the same bed. “She’s lying. You know I wasn’t at the premiere yesterday.” Justin could only gape in shock as Rosetta shrugged casually,” And how would I know that?” He started arguing with her, trying to convince her when Cyril turned to the woman. “What do you need? How would you like him to be punished?” The woman studied her nails,” He should be convicted for sexual assault, at the very least.” ********* Justin Sandler, once a promising CFO, finds his life shattered when he is framed for a massive embezzlement scheme. Abandoned by those he loved and betrayed by powerful enemies, Justin faces unimaginable hardships. After surviving years of imprisonment and enduring the ultimate betrayal from his own family, Justin emerges with a singular goal: revenge. As he uncovers the dark secrets of the Romano and Armstrong families, who orchestrated his downfall, Justin’s quest for justice transforms into a battle for his own survival. Armed with newfound power and alliances, he takes on the city’s most ruthless elites in a high-stakes game of deception, power, and vengeance. Will Justin reclaim his life and rise to the top, or will his enemies succeed in destroying him once and for all?

Silence. Like a nice bucket of shhhhhhhhh. Everyone shut the effing fudge UP! That's all I've ever wanted. *Sigh.* But silence comes in different flavors. There's mint - the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a blanket. The kind I chase at 2 AM. I've cried once. Just once. With a bucket beside me, watching heroes with super suits and impossible strength tear each other apart. Somehow that feels less broken than my reality. Then there's the suffocating silence at school. Not an ice cream flavor. This one tastes like metal and shame. High school is my personal hell. Empty wallet, empty lunch tray, empty seat beside me like I'm radioactive. Empty soul on Wednesdays because middles are always the worst. *The usual.* But Emily made the silence bearable. Mint-flavored again. Until she broke something between us. *Snap.* One moment she's whispering secrets with me, the next she's weaponizing them. She scattered my private thoughts, added her own twisted lies. The betrayal burns hotter than the stares drilling into my back. I went from invisible to spectacle. Being a ghost feels like luxury when you're dodging spit balls and "accidental" lunch trays. But somewhere between my third panic attack and contemplating switching schools... *Something shifted.* Like in those games you play, when your character suddenly glows and the screen flashes: "New Skill Unlocked" And it wasn't just in my head. I tested it. Small things at first – a pencil moving across my desk when I focused hard enough. Then books. Then someone's lunch tray right as they walked past Emily. *tap tap tap* I used to think rock bottom was the end. *Well ladies and gentlemen,* it's just a really messed up spawn point. And now? I don't stumble from cliffs anymore. I swim in gravity, and dive head first.

I grew up with nothing just me, my mom, and the empty ache where a father should've been. I’d always thought he was some nameless stranger, long gone and dead. Then, right after I claw my way into this elite university on scholarship, my world shatters. Turns out my father wasn’t some faceless nobody he was William Cross, a billionaire, one of the world’s wealthiest men, and now he’s dead, leaving me his empire.It should’ve been a blessing, but it’s a curse. The “System” he left with his legacy gives me skills I desperately need but at a cost agonizing pain that feels like it’s tearing me apart from the inside. And now, as I stand alone, surrounded by powerful enemies who want me destroyed, I realize that inheriting billions might be the thing that finally breaks me.

A young man woke up to a world of magic and endless possibilities. He was transmigrated. Great! Only that he now had three huge problems. One, he had no memories of his past. Two, he was a villain destined to die no matter the outcome. And three, the heroines were all kinda... should he say, obsessed? Yeah, he was fucked. [Note] No Yuri. Conflicting emotions of MC due to loss of memory for the first part. Huge plot twist, so don't fall for whatever you see. NTR? probably not, or maybe. Beta MC? Big No. Harem? Yes! Don't ask me how but I'll make it possible.