First-Person POV

Nicolás Ferrer can bend probability, turning a slim 10% chance into a near-certain 90%. Initially, he used this incredible gift for trivial gains—aced exams, game wins, finding cash, even orchestrating "chance" encounters with his crush, Putri Maharani. But every twist of fate comes with a hidden cost: for every stroke of luck Nicolás conjures, an equal and opposite wave of misfortune befalls someone else. When a desperate act to save Putri from a tragic accident forces a 99% survival rate, Nicolás is oblivious to the profound imbalance he has wrought, setting off a chain reaction of devastating bad luck that now threatens to consume everything he holds dear.

Born and bred in the heart of Dansoman, Tero Mandem never had a silver spoon—just street smarts, scars, and survival. Abandoned by his father and raised by a market woman mother, Tero grew up in the cracks of Accra’s toughest corners: Lapaz, Mataheko, and the deep ends of Dancity. By seventeen, he had made his name feared. By twenty-one, he was leading a gang, living fast, and chasing fame through music, money, and madness. With his boys — Problem, O Don, O Von, Lovelone, and Biggie — they ran the blocks like kings without crowns. Studio by day, street by night, they were untouchable. Tero’s voice carried weight both on mic and in chaos. But the life came with a price — blood, betrayal, broken trust, and brushes with death. Fame wasn’t enough. The cheers grew quieter. The shadows got louder. When the streets turned cold and everything he built started falling apart, a moment came — in a police cell, heart racing, blood on his hands — where Tero saw more than the mess. He saw a man he didn’t recognize. And then, through an encounter he never expected, he found light. TERO MANDEM is a story of grime and grace. It’s the journey of a young Ghanaian man torn between power and purpose, sin and salvation, chaos and Christ. From backstreets to backstabbing, from betrayal to the Bible, Tero’s transformation is raw, real, and revolutionary. This isn’t just a gang story. It’s a redemption anthem. And when the street speaks, it speaks through scars — but also through the healing that follows.

Julian’s heart skipped a beat. His mind raced as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing. He knew Ethan and Eva were close—too close at times—but this was different. This felt... wrong. His eyes flickered over the rest of the conversation, each message confirming his worst fear. The exchanges were casual at first, playful even, but then they turned more intimate. There was talk of meeting up “in secret,” of how much they missed each other, of their “special time” together. Julian’s throat tightened, the words blurring as his pulse quickened. He scrolled back through the messages, his hands trembling as the truth slowly sunk in.

Malrik was just another gutter thief in the rotting city of Drakemire, stealing to see another sunrise. But when he binds himself to a shard, a fragment of dead gods that whispers promises of power, survival becomes something far more dangerous. Hunted by zealots, mercenaries, and kings, Malrik must decide if he can resist the shard’s voice… or if he’ll become the very monster the world fears.

Once a powerful Mage in the world of Aqealer... but because of his own obsession's on traversing through world to world. He ended up being dead in his attempt but somehow was reincarnated as a ring in another world. Which make him happy but without his original body? Would he become weak or as powerful as before.

My name is Peter, and I used to believe the Alliance’s propaganda. I wore their armor, commanded their elite Vanguard, and bled for a peace built on lies. Then, they ordered me to wipe out an entire colony of "discards" innocents whose only crime was resisting corporate rule. I refused. So they branded me a traitor, slaughtered my squad, and left me for dead in the freezing vacuum of deep space. But I didn't die. Now, I’m putting the armor back on. Not for glory, and not for the Alliance. I’ve hijacked their flagship prototype, rallied a crew of desperate rebels, and turned their own weapons against them. They think they can hunt me down, but they forgot one thing: they engineered me to be their ultimate weapon. They wanted a war. I'm going to give them an empire's execution.

What would you do if your world collapsed and you had less than an hour to choose a suitable role that would allow you to survive? Would you give in to despair? Paul choose to fight for survival, now he has to face off against predatory animals, monsters, and even the land itself all modified by the Mana System. Eventually, he will have to face off against a foe even deadlier than the rest. Humans!

Kirill Bautista thought a little lie to impress his crush would be harmless. After an encounter with the trickster god Loki, his lies take physical form. Now, trapped in a school that thinks he is a legendary hero, Kirill must navigate the dangerous reality of his own fabrications before the cost of his deception consumes him

After a mysterious woman gives Bryan the boot from his reality, he finds himself in a bit of a predicament: Graduate from Chromaryn Academy or face execution. To make it to graduation and keep his head, he will need to grow stronger with his magic and form a team to help him overcome any obstacle. Strangely enough, except for Bryan, only women join his team... According to him, this is a byproduct of “calculated luck”… Whatever that means…

Dominic Haugland got zero. Zilch. His stepmother made sure she seized every bit of his father's legacy after the funeral. But as Dominic stepped off the property, a phone call changed everything. His father’s lawyer revealed a hidden trust, a stash of wealth that dwarfed what the world knew about. A cold smile spread across Dominic’s face. His gold-digging stepmother thought she’d won, but she’d really only settled for the scraps.