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Blurb Revenge is best served cold, but just how cold? The worst of foes come from within and Richard should have known. Richard Escrow has always seen his in-laws as his savior for taking him in after his parent's demise at a young age and letting him marry their daughter; he'd felt blessed to have such foster parents. But that was a mere facade to blind him to their vile ways. Now, his marriage is threatened and his wife is being coerced by the very family he's always known to divorce him and abort their unborn child. Finding a job has become impossible and he's taunted daily by his in-laws who keep persuading his wife to marry a wealthy man and save the family business from bankruptcy. The Devon family aren't big on love and unity as much as the next juicy business deal and investment, they see Richard as a liability and can't wait to rid of him. But fate has a few cards left and it works perfectly for Richard. Having discovered his new found inheritance and the truth behind his biological family's legacy. His eyes are open to who his in-laws truly are and how they'd trampled on him all those years to steal from him. Richardl is ready to play dirty with all the power he now wields to ensure that he keeps his wife and he destroys the people that destroyed his biological family. He has a few secrets to keep but his game is set, he knows his pawns, positions his queen and awaits the perfect time to…checkmate! Revenge is best frozen after all.

Blood wasn't merely just life, it was power, currency, and divine mandate. It was the thread that kept the fragile Empire afloat, and the tool by which the favoured lord over the feeble. Blood was known to all; feared by some, and coveted by others. Streets sang with pained screams, the glorious liquid trailing forth as rivers in the shadows. In the midst of such treachery, a suffering youth strived consistently to beat the odds. Ezekiel Stormwing, a young adult with crippling responsibilities, toiled everyday to make ends meet. Living in the struggling West with his father, they laboured ceaselessly under the venomous gaze of malevolent fiends. It was a world of segregation, all moving to the will of avarice. The wealthy desired more, while the poor pleaded for so little. All chased after coveted dreams, uncaring to others around them. Life was ever moving, satiating the powerful and draining the weak. Everything was mechanical, predictable, untill eventually… it wasn't. On an occasion celebrating Nefaria’s past triumph, war erupted. Ezekiel Stormwing found himself caught in the crossfire, his life dangling away in a whirlwind of pain. In a desperate gamble to save his father, he wagered his life. Death coveted his soul, but just before his flame extinguished…it erupted, a shimmering power once sealed within him unlocked. With rejuvenated resolve, he defied faith. He manifested his desire, saving his father from certain doom. Now, after the war, his eyes settled on a new goal, one that would keep him ever close to the frigid gates of the afterlife. Will he succeed, or will destiny finally erase his existence?

I hated being locked up like a damsel in distress. Like I was some princess that needed constant protection, but deep down I was grateful. I was still struggling to summon my powers, so if I was attacked alone I would be defenseless. I understood why Valerian wanted me to stay confined within the walls of our home since there was a protection spell suffocating the entire atmosphere that surrounded it. But I was so bored. Valerian was not there to take me out and keep me occupied with his cocky smiles and quirky comments. The only thing I could think to do to pass the time was to take a stroll around the castle grounds. I exited out into the courtyard and walked past the beautiful wooden benches and vibrant trees. Roses of every colour confiscated the grounds and it was like I was walking through a rainbow. My fingertips caressed the petals and I inhaled the sweet scent of their exquisiteness as I walked through the trails. I was so mesmerized by the area that I didn’t realize where I was going. I gasped as I reached for the next rose in my path, and it crumbled from my touch. The rest of the walkway was filled with black and decayed roses that tumbled to the ground like ash from a horrible wildfire. My frightened eyes glared out into the distance as I realized the dead flowers led to a shadowy tunnel made from black brick. A sign barely dangling from a broken chain at the top of the entrance read ‘dungeon.’ My body cringed at the sight. This was the dark side of Valerian that I knew and wanted to avoid as much as possible.

In the Great Yan Empire, the Long Clan stood as the pillars of the north. Their young heir, Long Chen,was its brightest star—a genius born with the "Primordial Marrow"—a gift seen once in a thousand years. However, his brilliance planted a seed of envy in the heart of most elders. On his sixteenth birthday, the heavens turned red. His family was butchered by a coalition led by his father’s sworn brother, Wei Jue, who tore what he believed to be the Primordial marrow from Chen’s body and left him for dead in the Forbidden God-Grave Valley. Deep within the valley's lethal mists, Long Chen was rescued by Grandmaster Mo, a legendary figure who had ascended past the mortal realm centuries ago. Under Mo's training, Long Chen didn't just rebuild his broken body; he cultivated the "Chaotic Origin Scripture," a forbidden technique that allows him to devour the energy of his enemies and the “Heaven-Devouring Void Script” a relic from bygone age, capable of swallowing entire realms. A decade later, a mysterious youth enters the capital. He carries no banner and wears no crest, but his eyes hold the coldness of a thousand winters. The traitor now sits on the throne, believing the Long line is extinct forgetting that when you strike at a dragon and fail to kill it, it returns to burn your world to ashes. Long Chen begins his march, reclaiming the Long Clan's ancestral relics one by one. To the world, he is an unstoppable force of nature; to the traitors, he is a ghost from the grave who has come to collect a blood debt that can only be paid in full.

Wayne Stark has always been the center of ridicule. In the eyes of his in-laws, he’s nothing but a worthless burden. Even the youngest among them doesn’t hesitate to insult or strike him, using every opportunity to remind him of his place—at the bottom. But what infuriates them more than anything is Wayne’s calm reaction. No matter the humiliation, he smiles. He speaks with respect. He never loses his cool. To them, he’s a fool. But to Wayne, it’s simply life as he knows it. What they don’t know is that their days of mocking him are numbered. Wayne was the last surviving member of the prestigious Stark family—a powerful lineage reduced to ashes in a tragic explosion that killed everyone, or so they thought. At just three years old, Wayne was rescued by a loyal servant named Zack, who vanished with him into hiding. Wayne grew up in an orphanage, unaware of his bloodline, with nothing but memories of warmth and shadows of loss. He never let the insults weigh him down—because deep inside, he believed life owed him nothing but a reason to keep smiling. Now, decades later, Zack finally reaches Lord Williams, the most respected and feared ally of the former Stark family. Upon learning the truth, Lord Williams vows to restore Wayne’s honor—by making him the wealthiest, most powerful man in the country. And Wayne? He’s ready to rise—and repay every slap, every insult, and every drop of humiliation. Not with anger. But with unstoppable dominance. And as of Lena what’s her play? Is it love or what?

My fantasy that evening was not a tranquil one. It was completely dark inside my head aside from the many air pockets drifting upwards with no sparkle or reflection, just dead circles. I was befuddled right away yet then, at that point, bigger air pockets gradually rose among the other, more modest ones and inside were pack mates. "You might turn into an omicron, or a pi, or far and away more terrible, an omega," I shuddered when I saw Draugluin's irate face as he counted down the positions as though my life's worth would as it were decline. «You want to be so presumptuous since you climbed in rank?" An air pocket of Draco's scowling face materialized with disdain filled eyes before he suddely vanished, passing on me without an opportunity to counter. "A powerless Xi like you," Another air pocket rose with Draugluin's pompous smile as he peered down on me. Stop I heard my powerless voice shout out among the vacant air pockets. "You are pointless as well," the rebel wolf chortled. "She would not fall back when she was told to," Lyall's enraged face frightened me. Lyall had never been so cross with me forthright where he'd place me down before Alpha however, that snapshot of selling out was agonizing yet not undeserving. It makes perfect sense to me, I yelled, however there was no reaction. "For what reason didn't you simply pass on it to the people," Auntie Mona had her arms crossed, a look of dismay all over.

Genre: Romantic Thriller / Mystery PLOT STRUCTURE Exposition: Shayne lives underground, fixing broken tech, writing code, and secretly helping oppressed people disappear from the digital grid. A child exposes him during a rescue, and he goes viral — branded as a “Spiritual Terrorist.” We learn he was once a top-tier programmer for the regime but vanished after a failed mission. Rising Action: Elysia is assigned to infiltrate the network and bring him down. But every encounter with Shayne shakes her — his peace unsettles her, his conviction disrupts her logic. They uncover a prophecy embedded in old code that speaks of “The Voice” — one man who cannot be silenced, whose faith will trigger a global unraveling. Flashbacks reveal Shayne’s past, including a mission that accidentally wiped out innocent believers — one of whom was Elysia’s brother. Climax: Shayne is captured. A massive public trial is televised to make him an example. But instead of fear, the world watches as he speaks — not to defend himself, but to tell the truth. Elysia sabotages the system to let him finish. Just as the system strikes the fatal blow… the lights die. The power grid crashes. Millions of encrypted prophecies are released into every device. The crowd revolts. Denouement: The regime fractures. Secret believers rise. Elysia disappears from the public eye. Months later, a man works quietly in a rebuilt village zone, tending to gardens, helping others… with eyes that remember pain, and a peace that feels eternal. His name? Unknown. But those who meet him say there’s something divine in the way he walks.

Izzie Brown held a young boy's hand and dragged him excitedly, calling out for her father, "Dad..., I want you to meet someone," A middle-aged man with a dark blue stunning suit turned to them, "Who is this, Izz?" She was so excited and came near to him, "Dad, that's Steven Tyler, I told you, he is my love" That man with the suit looked at Steven, rolling his eyes from the bottom to the top of his hair. "Izz... I thought you were just kidding, never did I expect that you would come with a trash like him", Izzie interrupted him, " Dad, that's harsh....how could you...?" "Then what else do you expect me to call him?" "But..!!" "Shut up and get him out Izzie, don't dare date him again," "Dad, listen to me, he is a military man, Dad please, I love him..." Izzy's father glared at the young man while his jaw clenched. He called his men and asked them to throw Steven out, and held Izzie back. Steven was humiliated by her father, just because he was a poor soldier, but the fact was something more..... He promised himself that he will make them pay for their deed and for sure he will, a soldier never stops.... not in a battle, not in life... He became the one at the top.. then counted their days to make them pay. Read Steven's life from leap to top....in this book. Thank you for reading. Happy reading. Please leave a review to let me know about my work.

In the God Domain, Cultivators were few but each of them wielded power that would make them known as gods. How did they come to have such power? By comprehending the laws between heaven and earth and became those very laws. But something occurred, a youth that hadn’t gained the acknowledgment of the heavens to become a cultivator chance upon Qi. Determined to reverse the bad hand faith had dealt him he started researching it and came to a shocking conclusion. The laws that the heavens prevented him from comprehending were swirling around in this strange energy! The youth thought that if he could somehow control Qi then he could defy the heavens and become a cultivator. Without any hesitation, he began researching more and found that the only way to control this newfound energy was to absorb it into his body. After many years of preparations, he did exactly that. However, he promptly died from the finger size strand he absorbed. Ten years after his death a cultivator found his journal and decided to further study this fascinating idea! Skipping forward to an unknown period in the future and a baby was born into a powerful royal family as the second prince. Upon his birth, this child had the laws of heaven and earth swirling around him. This sent the royal court into a stir, everyone thought the heavens had blessed the Emperor’s second son! But while this was happening, the baby prince that was just born saw the midwife conjure water to clean him from thin air using a Qi spell. Upon seeing this the baby’s eyes widen into saucers while a voice screamed hysterically in his head. “W-WHO THE FUCK STOLE MY IDEA!?!”

Nikole gestured for Michelle and Kelvin to sit up and pay close attention. "Listen carefully," she said, her tone serious. "What I'm about to tell you would change your reality right now, and you might never hear anything like it again." Taking a deep breath, Nikole began her tale: "Two hundred years ago, there were two brothers who ruled different lands. They found a special cup called the Nightshade Chalice, rumored to give whoever owned it incredible power and eternal life, jealousy tore the brothers apart, leading to a fierce battle over the chalice”. "The Nightshade Chalice was made from ancient gods' bones and filled with blood from many sacrifices," Nikole continued, making sure they understood . "Their father gave the chalice to Alaric, which made his brother Leopold very jealous. Leopold wanted the chalice for himself, so he attacked Alaric's kingdom during a lunar eclipse." As Nikole kept talking, Kelvin and Michelle started to feel a bit bored. They yawned a few times, and their eyes looked droopy, like they were struggling to stay awake. But Nikole noticed and stopped for a moment. She knew she had to make the story more interesting to keep their attention. "Wait," she said, sounding urgent, "this part is really important. You need to hear it." "The chalice can only be used by someone special, called the son of light, who guards a hidden realm with a secret seer. For two hundred years, the chalice has been dormant, its dark power sealed away by the seer's magic."