Feel Like Cinderella Naega Byeonhae

In a world where the skyline is a graveyard of broken dreams, the city is not just a place—it is a sentient hierarchy controlled by the "System of the Concrete Throne." For the elite, the city provides infinite wealth and supernatural "Authorities" over the elements. For Elias Thorne, a low-level "Scavenger" in the smog-choked slums, the city is a cage. He spends his days dodging the enforcers of the Great Houses, men who treat the streets like a chessboard and the poor like disposable pawns. Everything changes when Elias is caught in a high-stakes heist gone wrong and left to rot in the foundations of the city’s oldest sector. Deep beneath the surface, Elias discovers the "Original Blueprint," a forgotten consciousness of the city that chooses him as its new Architect. Suddenly, he isn't just living in the city; he can feel its pulse, command its steel, and manipulate the very architecture of reality. But power of this magnitude comes with a target on his back. To survive, Elias must navigate a web of corporate espionage, ancient bloodlines, and brutal street wars, all while building a secret empire from the shadows. He isn't just looking for revenge against those who discarded him. He is looking to tear down the existing hierarchy and crown himself the one true Emperor of the Concrete Throne. The revolution will not be televised; it will be built, brick by bloody brick, until the skyscrapers themselves bow to his will.

Alonso's life had been anything but ordinary. He had lost his family and his memories, leaving him with a desperate need to cling to anyone who made him feel like he belonged. So when his girlfriend cheated on him, it was like a knife in his chest. He felt like he had lost the last tether that kept him grounded. Then he lost his job, and everything came crashing down. He was desperate and alone until a billionaire named Perry Montillo offered him a job as her husband. He didn't question the offer, not when he was so lost and alone. But as he began to remember bits and pieces of his past, he realized that he had been the victim of attempted murder. The man he thought was his savior had actually tried to kill him. His anger and fear simmered below the surface, as he struggled to hold on to his fragile sense of stability. As Alonso dove deeper into the mystery of his attempted murder, he unearthed secrets that threatened to shatter everything he had built with Perry. He knew that the truth could destroy them, but he couldn't let it go. He had to find out who wanted him dead and why, no matter the cost. With his world on the brink of collapse, Alonso must choose between the love he has found and the justice he craves. Will he risk everything to uncover the truth, or will he choose to protect his fragile happiness and let the past remain buried

Leo thinks his life is over after dying because of an old truck, but gets a shock when he wakes up in another world, filled with magic beast people and is overflowing with Mana. In this world, surely, things will be better for him right? The Philosopher's Stone, the greatest channel of Mana sought after by the most powerful forces, seeking to dominate the world. It is said to grant it's user extraordinary power. Leo comes in contact with it, and swallows it whole...he shouldn't have done that. "What is this sudden surge of power?! I feel like I can split mountains!" "I'm going to conquer this world and build my own harem!" However, there is one tiny setback. "Why can I only store Mana?!" "Who is this brat?!" "Hey! That's my magic, don't pose with it kid!" Now as the new CHANNEL of Mana, Leo has to find a host to transfer his overwhelming power to, or else he's gonna die.

Ren Kazama died the way most people do in this kind of story, badly and without warning. Twenty-six years old, three energy drinks deep into an all-nighter, he was crossing the street outside his office at 2 AM when a delivery truck ran the red light. He didn’t even feel it. One second he was checking his phone for a client email, the next he was staring at his own crushed umbrella from somewhere above his body. No tunnel of light. No smiling goddess offering him a wish. Just darkness, then cold, then the sensation of something ancient and starving wrapping itself around whatever was left of his soul. When Ren opened his eyes again, he wasn’t looking at a hospital ceiling. He was looking at a throne room built from black stone and bone, lit by torches that burned violet instead of orange. A mirror stood in front of him, and the thing staring back wasn’t human. Red eyes. Skin like ash over embers. A voice, older than the walls around him, echoed in his skull: “The seal has broken. The throne is empty. You will do.” That was it. No explanation, no tutorial, no system window blinking helpfully into existence. Just a title dropped onto him like a curse. Demon King. Ren stared at the throne room full of demons who were already kneeling to him out of terror rather than loyalty, and had exactly one thought. Now what?

“You don't deserve this throne. Your birth was nothing more than a mistake by my late husband, so don't think any more of yourself. But if you still want to be King, then go into the territories and kingdoms outside Griffindale and build your army of followers and allies from scratch. Whenever you feel like you have amassed a huge following enough to seize the throne away from me, then you can come back to fight for it. But from now on, you are on exile.” “The throne belongs to me, Stepmother. Nevertheless, I will do as you ask. But rest assured, for what you've done, I will return—not just for my throne, but also for your head.” “While the Queen fumed with rage in her private chamber, Cyrus emerged from her quarters wearing a satisfied grin, knowing his destiny was now set in stone. He would one day become king, no matter what.” -------- This is my first novel on the platform, so my pacing and world-building aren't the best, but it gets better with time. The story is set in a medieval world, somewhere in an alternate version of ancient Europe. At first the tone focuses more on war and basic politics, but as the story progresses, there will be more magic/fantasy elements added - like dragons, witches and fables. If you enjoy the work, please consider supporting it in any way you can. Any means of support goes a long way for me and is duly appreciated. Have Fun!!!

"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 ]

Raven Well, the man that has been tortured all his life. His only wish is to become rich. But the change of events made it his ultimate goal to become a super billionaire and have authority over the giant corporation. Because he needed to destroy the South Ocean wall to conquer the other side of Mars. Mars belonged to an elite corporation and an evil entity that made the whole system feel like a slave-master relationship. For so long, their true objective was kept secret, as so many failed test subjects died. Humanity on Mars lost the battle against their own desires as they made the poor suffer. Mars needed someone to save it from the wrong move of the big corporation. The poor need to be protected by the true heir of Mars Throne. As an anti-hero, you will become the strongest being to fight anyone against your will. Collect your money and resources and help the poor and lost. The activated system will help you on your journey toward the power of authority over everyone on Mars. 'Godspeed, Raven Well of Mars!'

For two years, Brent Walker lived a lie. As Sarah Chen's assistant and boyfriend, he poured his heart into both her and Chen Industries. But while he was saving her company from bankruptcy and orchestrating billion-dollar deals, Sarah was busy taking all the credit—and sleeping with other men. She saw Brent only as her charity case boyfriend, and there was no day she didn't mock him in front of everyone to make him feel worthless. But when Brent was fed up with all the pain, lies, and deceit, he finally revealed his hidden identity. Brent was no ordinary assistant; he secretly owned half the buildings on their street. He was done playing the fool. The mask was off, and the real game was about to begin. Sarah was about to learn that the "useless" boyfriend she loved to humiliate was actually a billionaire wolf in sheep's clothing. And he wasn't just coming for her and her company—he was coming for everyone who had ever looked down on him. They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. They had never met Brent Walker...

The last strand of patience I had snapped into shreds when she chose her ex-lover’s son over our dying daughter. Now she paraded around smiling, flaunting him like a trophy, while I was left with nothing but the cold, lifeless body of my child. This wasn’t about hurt anymore. It wasn’t even about pain. She’d stolen a soul from me — and she would feel every atom of what I felt, and more. “I want a divorce.” “That’s not happening. You and I are in this together,” she screeched, eyes boring into mine, searching for the man who always bent to her will. “You will sign the papers,” I said, every word a quiet stone. “Make me!” I stepped closer. My hand closed at her throat — delicate, trembling under my grip — and forced her to meet me. “Sign the papers,” I whispered, voice low and cold. “Or I’ll make you suffer so that even our daughter hears your screams from six feet under.”

“Stop!” Shiro shouted, his voice raw, tears in his eyes. But they kept taunting, circling closer. He could feel the energy building inside him, it was getting out of control. He had never felt it like this—so wild, so powerful. He couldn’t stop it. Shiro always thought he was just an ordinary boy, weak and powerless. But everything changed that day. He discovered he was part of a world he never knew existed—a world where he could control the elements, a world where he was destined to be a hero. Serevaal is in danger. The Dark One has returned, stronger than before. The people need a savior, but Shiro isn’t sure if that could ever be him. He’s just a boy, not a warrior. With new powers he barely understands and allies he must learn to trust, Shiro must face impossible challenges, uncover buried truths, and fight an evil far greater than he imagined. Betrayal. Sacrifice. Destiny. Will he rise and save Serevaal, or will he fall before the darkness consumes everything?