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"I've taken the time to read it, in fact, you are the real legitimate daughter of the Lincoln family. The current madam Dawn in the Lincoln now actually used to be your mother's bride servant girl and your younger sister is the illegitimate daughter of your father and the bride servant girl right? Unfortunately, your brother died tragically ten years ago and your mother took you to America in distress. Hence, the bride servant girl and the illegitimate daughter became legitimate members of your family, nobody could take this aggravation, if this happened to them, huh?" Richard whispered in her ears. She clenched her fist tightly but kept a straight face, she must not fall to this shameless man scheme. The first time they met, she caught him murdered the woman beside him, He kidnapped her and tied her hand with a cuff and tied his own hand with a cuff. The second time was when he crashed into a ball happening in her family. He lied to a receptionist that she is wife, which she is not. Shameless bastard. "How about we make a deal?" "Not interested" They made a deal together. She helped him find evidence of his father's death and Militaru Governor Albert evil corruptions in return he unveil the mystery about her brother's death and protected her in return, They fell in love with each and live in peace while scheming. Everything changed when he found pictures in which her father was also part of the set of people who killed his father

" I can't believe you would do this to me, after everything I have done for you," Frederick said with a sad face looking at Davina Davina was one of the hottest girls on campus and she had used Frederick for her self-gain. She made him do most of her assignments and also do her laundry. " Do you think I would love a guy like you? You are broke and can't afford me." Davina taunted as she looked at Frederick who looked at her as she cheated on him with Jonas. " Scram off! I don't want to waste my time having to deal with paupers like you." Jonas shouted at him Frederick was at his weakest point. He woke up the next day feeling rejected and took his phone. A mysterious app downloaded itself and automatically launched. Asking Frederick to input his name and play the game. " Woah! This is so cool." Frederick replied as he added his initials and played some games. After winning the first level, a message was shown on his device. " Will you cash out a sum of $450000 or do you want to keep playing? You are to spend all the money within a week if you want to keep playing." Frederick was lost, he decided to cash out the money and an alert of $450000 was credited to his bank accounts. Will Frederick use the gaming system to his advantage to defeat Jonas and get his girlfriend back? Read about how the system served as a life changer for Frederick as he tackled the most dangerous guy on the school campus.

If prophecies are destined to come to pass, how is it that even a queen can interfere with one? And what does it mean for the future of the kingdom? The silent battle between land and sea intensifies when Nadia is sent to reside with the Royal Family of Noelle, and Queen Ariana decides she has a much better idea. With the help of her retired White Knight, Sir Rallian, Nadia is enslaved and Ariana initiates her plan to make Noelle an empire again. However, the mutually beneficial relationship between the queen and former knight is under pressure when Sir Rallian discovers Nadia's value and Queen Ariana begins to question if the she made the right decision letting Nadia live. Will this powerful friendship withstand the test of greed? Meanwhile, the Royal Advisor, Polaris, looks a fool as what he announced to be a prophecy no longer appears as such. Furthermore, correcting the intended course of events is more complicated with the queen involved, not to mention Nadia is seafolk AND cursed. Poor Rein Bow also finds herself overwhelmed and powerless in helping Nadia, and she hopes that joining forces with Polaris and his resources against this cruel villain will be enough to deliver the princess-turned-slave. Will Polaris manage to save his reputation without committing treason? Will Nadia have the better life she was promised outside the ocean? The story of the descendants of King Jorge and Emperor Gerardo continues in this tension-packed Book Three of "The Rose Tree Chronicles." New unique characters are introduced and clash in this fight for a prophecy to be fulfilled. Powerful alliances are strained and personal feelings are mingled in politics. Read "Silver Skeletons" and immerse yourself in a world of war and prophecy.

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.

“Luck is not random. It's leverage.” Clay Holmes was the statistical average of mediocrity, a man adrift until a catastrophic, improbable car pile-up, a cosmic anomaly, forced his latent destiny to the surface. Clay survived, not by chance, but by becoming the latest inheritor of the King of War Cycle, a living engine of fate tasked with maintaining the precarious balance of chaos and order in the world. This ascension gifted Clay a terrifying, dual power set. First, Physiological Regression, which allows him to instantly read every historical weakness, old injury, and micro-shift in an opponent’s anatomy, turning every fight into a perfectly choreographed counter-attack rooted in past truth. Second, Probability Bias: the true power of a strategic genius. Clay doesn't need to be stronger or faster; he subtly manipulates every stray variable, a breath, a flicker of light, a loose floor tile, ensuring the 0.01% chance of victory becomes a 100% statistical inevitability. But his awakening triggers a devastating war with the man who came before him. The Predecessor, the former King of War who cracked under the psychological weight of the Debt and the Cycle's constant violence, has returned to finish his mission: end all probability. Convinced that random chance is the source of all human suffering and the guarantor of future devastation, the Predecessor seeks to obliterate the very concept of luck from the world. To stop the Predecessor, Clay must master his terrifying control over luck and anatomy, leading him back to the Nexus Point of his accident for a final, reality-bending confrontation. The stakes are total: if Clay fails, the world ends in rigid, predictable order. If he succeeds, he must transcend his humanity, merging with the combined knowledge of every King before him to become the Consciousness of Possibility, the ultimate defender of human potential.

"They called me trash. They called me a sacrifice. Now, I will call myself their God." In his earlier days, Kael led elite troops - fierce, unshakable till the very last breath. Yet that devotion got twisted into deceit. His own bosses handed him over; missiles tore through him while rage roared inside his chest. Yet dying wasn’t the finish. Kael wakes up inside Kaelen Vance - once the shamed third heir of a top martial bloodline. Out here, power rules; Kaelen had none - he couldn’t channel energy at all. His siblings tormented him nonstop until his cousin killed him just to steal his birthright. One heart, tied by a twist of deceit - yet both walking the same path. A bond broken before it even began. Right when Kael gets ready to battle his way free from hell, a robotic voice echoes inside his head - Welcome, Host - the God-Slayer System just powered up Using the System, Kaelan’s weak body changes fast - suddenly strong. The Ancient Dragon Body awakens, making stuck energy paths pump raw strength nonstop. Now he spots enemy details at a glance, grabs epic skills almost instantly. Killing foes pushes him higher, each battle adding power bit by bit. The family that turned their back on him? They’ll bow down. His cousin - the one who ended his life? Blood will answer for it. As for the so-called gods running everything? They’re marked now. Starting from the bottom world up to the top god realms, Kaelen moves forward - cold, focused. Survival isn't enough; instead, he takes control by force. This isn't about some brave savior fixing everything. Nah, this one’s about a ruler who just claimed it all instead.

A man in a stained janitor's uniform kneels in a hotel lobby while a CEO wipes his shoes on his back. Marcus Webb was once the Ghost of the Eastern Front—a soldier so feared enemies surrendered at his name. That was five years ago, before his unit was betrayed, before the government declared him dead. He survived a bullet to the spine and a fall from a helicopter. The world buried him. He crawled out. His fatal flaw is mercy. He still hesitates. He's learning not to. What he wants: find the five men who ordered the hit on his unit. Make them suffer. What he's wrong about: this isn't personal. His former commander is now a city councilman. The arms dealer who sold him out owns half the police department. The betrayal was about what he carried in his memory—information that could topple a shadow empire. The golden finger: He was the Ghost. Now he's a ghost with nothing to lose. He's been watching for six months, cataloging every weakness, every secret. The stakes: His old injury is slowly paralyzing him. He needs money for surgery. And his unit was eliminated to cover up a biological weapons deal. Seven people know. One is dead. Six are alive, and they own this city. Marcus is the only person who can prove what happened—he recorded the meeting where they decided to sacrifice his men. Only on Meganovel: The Ghost doesn't just kill his enemies. He dismantles everything they've built. Every victory costs him a piece of his humanity. Read to watch him make the city kneel.

Takumi Asano, a painter from Kyoto, Japan, had copied tens of thousands of Vincent van Gogh's oil paintings. One day, he traveled through time to Arles, a small town in Provence, France, just before Christmas in 1888. It could be said to be time travel, or rather, arriving in a parallel universe. There, he became Marcel Duval, a 20-year-old local "chimney boy". Right in front of him unfolded one of the most famous tragedies in art history: the impoverished and down-and-out Van Gogh, holding a razor, was pointing it at his left ear! — "Mr. Van Gogh! Put down the razor!" — "Tell Armand... I'll cut off my ear and give it to him right away!" Was there actually an untold secret behind Van Gogh's ear-severing incident? — "Keep it, and it will bring you more and greater works!" — "You're absolutely crazy! Who are you?" — "I'm your top-tier manager!" Years later, the Parisian art circle had undergone earth-shattering changes. Van Gogh, who had grown into a great master, no longer had darkness in his eyes: "Marcel, it really was a good idea to keep my ear. Without you, none of this would have been possible!" Takumi Asano, once a lowly copyist trapped in drudgery, had now become Marcel, the world's "Godfather of Art". He smiled and raised his glass: "Come to my Provence manor this summer. I've planted a vast sunflower field—tens of thousands of mu—just for you... By the way, would you like to see my new paintings?" 【Time-Travel Redemption + Underdog's Rise + Rewriting History】! Click to read, and join Van Gogh in defying fate to turn the tide, lighting up the stars on the canvas!

The system chose everyone. Except him. Noah Kane failed his awakening test three times. No system. No rank. No future as a hunter. Just a government classification that read NULL and a world that had already moved on without him. When a Rift opens during a routine escort job and every licensed hunter dies in minutes, Noah is left bleeding in the wreckage beside a girl he has never met. He reaches for her not knowing why. The system that activates in that moment is nothing like anything registered in the GRA database. No blue interface. No standard skill tree. Just black text on a background the color of deep space and a single offer: Consume what you kill. Keep everything they had. Noah Kane can devour monsters. Their power. Their abilities. Their bloodlines. Their memories. Every enemy becomes a stepping stone with no visible ceiling. But the system also did something he never asked for. The girl Sera Vane is now bound to his soul. Alive because of him. Unable to be separated from him without killing them both. She is furious, brilliant, and the only person who understands his system well enough to keep it from destroying him. Now hunted by governments who want to dissect his system, guilds who want to weaponize it, and ancient entities from beyond the Rifts who seem terrified of what he is becoming, Noah has one advantage none of his enemies have accounted for. He is trying to understand why his dead father built this system and hid it inside his son. The answer will change everything he thinks he knows about the Rifts, about Earth, and about the girl he cannot walk away from. They trained for years to become hunters. He was born to devour.

"We'd like you to come with us to the station immediately," Vanessa's heart began to beat faster, "I don't understand," she said, "What for?" "Mrs Spencer, you're wanted as a prime suspect in the murder of your husband, Mr Christopher Wesley. You need to come with us to the station for questioning. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you do or say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. I suggest you don't try to resist. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?" Vanessa's jaw dropped. Christopher was dead! It was impossible to believe. She'd just spoken to him that afternoon. It had to be a mistake. She nodded, "I…. I…. I need to call my lawyer," she said, when she finally found her tongue," "Ma'am, you can do that at the station. Turn around, please," —----------- Politician and governorship candidate, Christopher Wesley is dead; shot in the head right in his own house. The killer is unknown, but the police have a suspect —his estranged wife, Vanessa Spencer Detective Alaric Harper and his partner are placed in charge of this case and at first Alaric is certain that Vanessa had killed her husband. Her motive? He's not sure of. When Vanessa begins to get calls from an unknown person wanting money he claims Christopher had stolen, Alaric has no choice but to accept that their killer is yet to be found. He is determined to get to the bottom of this case and he's sure that he will, but one thing he never expected — falling for Vanessa.