Flucht Mit Kind

Allen had nothing. Mocked by in-laws. No memory of his childhood. Tossed about by his boss like a stray dog. It was as if life itself was determined to break him. But he kept going until the night his wife slid a divorce letter across the table and called him a burden. That night, everything crumbled. But every end births a new beginning. That same night, Allen received a call: he was the heir to a trillion-dollar consortium. He didn’t believe it—until the next morning, when a convoy of sleek black exotic cars rolled up to his curb. Mens in a tailored suit stepped out, bowed low, and chorused before him, “Sir, it’s time to return.” In a heartbeat, Allen’s world flipped. He was the last bloodline of an ancient and ultra-powerful consortium. In mere days, Allen is pulled into a world of power beyond imagination: Power... Mansions... Wealth, of course but the kind that can alter stock markets with a single whisper. Influence strong enough to make presidents pause. The same world that once spat on him now knelt at his feet. But power comes with a cost. There are enemies who wanted him dead before and hated the fact that he's back— Powerful men who believe it is a mistake to leave such power in the hands of someone as his. But Allen isn’t just back for the showoff. He’s back to make whoever destroyed his family pay. He is no longer the forgotten man. He is Allen Penthorne, heir to a trillion-dollar empire. And this time, he decides who rises and who falls. And this time, he'll make them all pay!

For three years, Ethan Cole was a ghost in his own marriage. ​He was the "pity project" of the Bennett family—a penniless man Sophia married to satisfy a debt of conscience. He spent those years enduring the sting of public insults, the cold silence of his wife’s bed, and the crushing weight of being called a "useless parasite" by the city's elite. ​On their third anniversary, the humiliation reached its peak. Sophia didn’t give him a gift; she gave him divorce papers—and she did it in a ballroom filled with the very people who laughed at his shoes. She chose Ryan Parker, a man with a heavy wallet and a hollow soul. ​But Sophia made one fatal mistake. ​She never asked where Ethan came from before the day she found him broken on the street. ​Ethan Cole isn’t a failure. He is a weapon forged by the most powerful dynasty the world has never seen. He is the hidden heir to the Cole Empire, and for three years, he was simply waiting for the betrayal that would allow him to stop playing human. ​Now, the black card is out. The convoy is waiting. ​As the Bennett family’s world begins to crumble and Ryan Parker’s empire turns to ash, the city realizes too late that they didn't just mock a poor man—they humiliated a King. ​Ethan is back for blood, wealth, and the kind of revenge that leaves no survivors. But as he climbs back onto his throne, he must decide: will he reclaim his humanity, or will he become the monster everyone always accused him of being? ​The world is kneeling. Sophia is breaking. And Ethan? Ethan is just getting started.

One night that’s all it took to turn Ethan Morrison from the Morrison family’s "good-for-nothing black sheep" into a man with nothing left to lose. He stumbles home late ready to surprise his fiancée for their anniversary only to catch her tangled up with his half-brother the golden boy their father adores. Before he can even process it his old man shoves him out the door sneering that he’s "embarrassment trash" who never belonged in their home. And when he races to his mom’s grave to fall apart in private he finds it dug up flowers trampled headstone spray-painted with lies. They think he’s gone for good that he’ll crawl away and die in some gutter where they figure he belongs. But then a black SUV pulls up and the driver says three words that change everything: "You’re a Kidman." The richest man alive just found his lost grandson. Now Ethan’s back in the city dressed in custom Italian suits and moving with the kind of power money can’t buy. The same ball where they humiliated him a year ago he’s walking right through those doors. Every single one of them who spit on him who hurt him who desecrated the one thing that mattered they’re about to get a front-row seat to exactly what happens when you mess with the true heir. They called him worthless. Now they’ll either kneel or get knocked flat on their faces.

I learned early that if you’re born at the bottom, the world doesn’t hate you. It just doesn’t see you. I wasn’t mistreated. I was useful. A donor. A background presence. The kind of person wealthy families keep around until they don’t need him anymore. I got good at being invisible. Then someone pointed a gun at my chest. And Seraphina Knowles, the most powerful woman in the city said, “Apologize to him.” Men who wouldn’t have remembered my name minutes earlier dropped to their knees. It should’ve felt like victory. It didn’t. Because power doesn’t erase what you were. It tests what you’ll become. Behind closed doors, I’m the Chairman of Prism Dragon Group. I could end careers with a signature. Crush bloodlines with paperwork. But I don’t move in anger. I watch. And when I start watching, I find something rotting inside my own empire money disappearing too carefully to be a mistake. Betrayal hiding behind polished smiles. This stops being about humiliation. It becomes war. Bennett Sterling inherited power but never discipline. He mistakes noise for strength. I let him believe that. Men who panic expose themselves. Now arrests are being made. Empires are trembling. And the boardroom is about to learn who truly holds authority. I won’t smile. This was never about proving them wrong. It was about making sure no one will ever decide my worth again.

On his twenty fifth birthday Theodore was publicly embarrassed. He thought his father was going to give him the company since he promised to, and he had been working hard for so many years but he was wrong. His father gave the company to his half brother instead. Surprising him and the press. And only after confronting his father did he find out he was an illegitimate child. His mother's mistake. Surprised his girlfriend who was so kind and loving had been cheating on him for nearly three years with his half brother Theodore was heartbroken. His half brother Albert kept looking for ways to make him suffer. They even sent Theodore out of the house. His stepmother Dalia who was happy Theodore was out of the game felt threatened by Theodore's half sister who wanted to make a claim to the company. She knew how strong willed Karina was, she was smart and very diligent and somehow she knew deep down that Karina might win the fight so she decided to end her. If she was dead she wouldn't be able to fight now would she? Theodore found out his birth father was the richest man in San Diego after his reputation as well as his mother's was ruined Theodore felt nothing else but rage and he wanted revenge. Especially after finding out his sister was poisoned. Accepting his father's terms he decided to get his revenge. Would Theodore be able to get his revenge or would his enemies get the upper hand?

David spent his entire life in chains. From the day he was born, people feared him because of his strange eyes. One crimson red, the other pale white. With no memory of his past or who are his parents, his life would never be anything more than pain. Everything changes when David attempts to help a dying royal scout. Instead of gratitude, he is falsely accused of the murder and sentenced to burn alive at the execution stake. In a moment of absolute rage and survival, a volatile power he does not understand erupts from deep within him, unleashing a catastrophic blast that shatters the village square. Fleeing the destruction and branded a demon by the terrified survivors, David is forced into the depths of the wilderness. With nothing but questions about who, and what, he truly is, he must learn to master the energy in him His search for answers leads him across a dangerous world scarred by war, monsters, and the remnants of forgotten ages. Along the way, he is taken under the wing of a hardened old warrior who helps him survive, trains him and points him toward a mysterious seer said to know truths long buried by time. As David uncovers pieces of his past, he begins to realize that the power within him is connected to something far greater than he ever imagined. With each passing day, that power grows harder to control, threatening not only his life but the lives of those around him. Caught between fear, destiny, and the darkness within himself, David must decide what kind of person he wants to become. His journey is not only about discovering the truth of his existence.

They left him to die, now he'll bury them one by one Adam has always been invisible—the kind of kid who blends into the back of the classroom, mocked for his awkwardness and despised for a single mistake that branded him a snitch. His classmates made his life a living hell. Sanchez, the golden boy of Westfield High, made sure of it. Then came the field trip. The humiliation. The beating. And the moment Adam was left for dead in the woods. But Adam didn’t die. Something else found him. A malevolent spirit with a hunger for vengeance. A whisper in the dark offering him the one thing he craved most: power. Now Adam is back, sharper, stronger, and cloaked in a confidence no one can explain. One by one, his bullies begin to fall. The school watches in fear as the once-forgotten nerd becomes the center of a storm that no one can stop. Yet something is wrong. Each attack follows Adam’s secret plans exactly—but some of them aren’t his. Someone else is hunting Sanchez’s circle, striking in the shadows, pushing Adam’s bloody game further than even he imagined. Is it the mysterious new girl with the unnerving smile? A rival spirit playing its own cruel hand? Or is Adam himself losing control of the monster he invited in? As fear spreads and Sanchez grows desperate, Adam must untangle obsession, betrayal, and supernatural terror. Because in this game of revenge, the line between predator and prey is razor-thin— and Adam isn’t the only monster walking the halls.

"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 ]

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've never wanted this life for myself—this life filled with perils and evil. It's like a dream I can never escape from—a dream which I'm forever stuck in. Heh, no one ever wanted this life or ever wished for it. You'd be either insane or extremely evil to wish for this kind of life—the life where you don't have a choice over anything—the life where you're bound by your deepest desires. I never wanted to enter into the supernatural world. I never wanted to come across the Crimsones[1], Lycanthropes[2], demons and the rest. I never wanted to be involved in anything pertaining to the dark and supernatural world. I had always yearned for freedom and not servitude. But of course I was wrong all along. I had been delusional, thinking I'd be able to escape it all—to escape from fate. I never knew I would be pulled into this mess, becoming one of those dark creatures which roam about in the ungodly night. I never wanted to be a merciless predator who was also a prey to another predator (what a food chain!). But all is good. No matter what I shall not alli myself to degenerate into a heartless monster who only knew how to tear flesh, spill blood and break bones. I cannot allow my desires to pull me down. I cannot be corrupted by the abyss! My name is Daniel Stark and what I'm about to tell you is a real life horror. I don't know what you call horror or romance or fa Intasy but this story I'm about to tell you, you need to listen attentively and not miss a bit of information. This is my story—one beginning with pain.