Gay-for-you

“How could you Jack, how could you bring such disgrace to me and my family?” Jack’s wife berated him after setting him up with drugs. “Move it, you asshole!” The corrupt cops bundled Jack into their van and took him away. For days, Jack was beaten and tortured for something he did not do, until he was finally tricked into signing his divorce papers. His in-laws rejoiced greatly. They had sent their live-in son-in-law to prison, an ordinary Jack Bolton, but when he came out and reunited with his estranged family, he became their nemesis, THE UNSTOPPABLE JACK BOLTON.

“Sign the papers, Yemin. You’re nothing but a lapdog living in my house,” Katherine sneered, flipping her perfect hair. “You should be thanking me for keeping you around this long. Even my maid is more useful than you.” Her new lover, James Franx, smirked. “Man, I almost feel bad for you. Almost. Must suck knowing your only talent is folding laundry and giving foot massages.” The whole room burst into laughter. Yemin just stood there, silent. They called him a loser. A househusband. A pathetic joke. But what they didn’t know? The man they mocked owned the very restaurant they were dining in. The billion-dollar contracts they bragged about? His name was on every single one. And when the truth dropped, their smiles vanished. "Throw them out," the CEO of Ravol Company ordered, his voice cold. Katherine's jaw dropped. "W-What? No, this has to be a mistake!" James turned pale. "Wait! You don't understand! He’s just a nobody!" Yemin chuckled, finally looking them in the eyes. "You’re right, James. I was a nobody. But tell me… what does that make the fool who was just begging at my feet?"

Man, always lives in wrong ways and sins. No one in the world lives because he is perfect, or because he is sinless. Everything that moves on the earth has him at his fault. Sometimes, you are not aware, that you have committed a sin that you must pay for in the world of the abyss. The sound of death’s music is one of the reasons why my work increases. The word karma is attached to my name. I am the maker of karma. It's up to the person, whether they learn their lesson or they repeat their mistakes. It is up to them to decide, what path they will choose, whether to go to heaven or to be one of my disciples.

"This is madness. No. We're not going to do that at all." While saying that, he looked at the few people whose attention seemed to only be on the Tome in front of them. Somehow, he could see the greed on their faces. "Don't tell me you will do as It says? Do you know how many will suffer because of this?" "We will only try on the basis of Knowledge. What if all this, just another lie?" One of the men interrupted with an answer. "Just another lie? We all know and sane enough to realize there is a Hell where we can finally managed to escape. And all of that is the merit of the Paladin Knights. Don't you try to deny it." He replied in a harsh tone and anger almost overflowed. "But think about it? If it was real. As real as it could be. A power that could even prolong one's life." Said by another man in the group who seemed excited by the prospect of a longevity that lasted as far as the planet itself existed. ... ... Then it all ended with a choice that made him decide to leave the group. He paused, then turned to look behind him, gripping his bag tightly. “Soon… You will all regret this. All that's left are sins and guilt that you will have to bear for the rest of your life." ... ...

“You went to prison for me, Marcus... and I still chose him. What does that make you now?” “A God,” he replied, eyes glowing with divine fury. “One you’ll live to regret betraying.” After three years in a prison he could have shattered with a single thought, Marcus Kane—known once in legend as the God of War—returns to a broken world. His family, ruined. His mother, blind. His honor, mocked by the woman he sacrificed everything for. But behind his calm eyes now burns celestial fire. While mortals whisper rumors of his past, Marcus walks among them with godlike power cloaked in human skin. When thugs threaten his mother, they kneel. When doctors fail, he heals with ancient arts. When traitors laugh at his downfall—he answers with divine retribution. “You dare call me a beggar?” “You’re lucky I don’t call down heaven itself.” From luxury mansions to blood-soaked banquets, Marcus reclaims his destiny. As he crosses paths with powerful CEOs, martial masters, and an infuriatingly stubborn heiress named Valentina Romano, one thing becomes clear— They mocked the man. They will worship the god.

Miguel's hand crept to his face in shock. "Did you just slap me?" he asked Annabelle. Shock was written all over his face. Nothing like this had ever happened. Annabelle folded her arms across her chest and stared back at him without any sign of remorse. "I would do it again if you don't learn to accept your place," she told him coldly. "My... place?" Miguel said. He would be angry that she hit him in the face, but at that point he hadn't fully understood what was happening. Just then, Mrs. Adolfo stepped forward to stand in front of him, just beside her daughter, Annabelle. "Enough of your ranting," she said to  Miguel. "Ranting is all you can do. While your mates are out there making money, you are ignorant of everything else."

"Yes Daddy!" She groaned yet again as my palm hit her bottom for the sixth time. "That's good, I want to make your ass permanently red and you won't be able to sit down at work for days." I paused after the eighth spank and ran my palm over her reddening cheeks. "You have a lovely backside. I think I'm going to have to spank you quite often to keep you in check, and I'm looking forward to doing just that." **** Reincarnated... Yes I might have. System? No I didn't get that thing... But I got something better, a talent that let me make love with women and grow stronger! Watch me rise to power while building an army of women through the multiverse, parallel universes and beyond! For this is my calling!

Blurb: “What the hell are you doing in my house?” Karvel growled, voice shaking with fury. “Why are you answering her phone?” “Oh, I’m much more than a houseguest now, flea-boy,” Vincent said with a purr. “She finally got tired of playing with a neutered mutt like you. I mean, let’s be honest—you've been her decorative doormat for years. Not even housebroken, are you?” Karvel Donovan thought rock bottom was marrying into a wealthy family who treated him like trash. He thought betrayal couldn’t sting worse until he heard his wife in the arms of another man on their anniversary. Until the hospital threatened to throw his dying mother into the streets. Now the mutt they mocked is about to show them what happens when a dog stops begging… and starts biting.

He was a man who had nothing to his name nor anyone he could call a family. Just living as a corpse without any goal. He had lost all motivation to live and was just pushing the days because of a promise he made. 'Make sure to enjoy your life' He remembered the face of a woman who gave up her whole life for him. He looked at the rope in his hand, feeling disgusted at himself. He felt like his life had no motive. But that's when it happened. [The Necromancer System has chosen you] [The system is recommending you climb the Tower of Myth] [If you successfully climb to the top of the Tower, any one of your wishes will be fulfilled, no matter what it is] [Do you want to take the test of the Myth Tower?] [Yes/No] A reason for him to live appeared. The story of the One who had regained his will to live is about to start....

“So this is what you really want, Jasmine?” he asked, his voice calm yet laced with an undercurrent of disappointment. “After everything?” She crossed her arms, her expression hardening. “Let’s not pretend there was ever an ‘everything’ between us. You don’t get to guilt me, Ethan. I’ve been miserable, living with a man who has no drive, no ambition. I’ve wasted enough time.” Ethan’s mouth tightened, but he stayed silent, letting her words sink in. She’d always seen him as a failure, the quiet husband who blended into the background. And now, with the prospect of a new life on the horizon, she was willing to cast him aside without hesitation. In that moment, Ethan felt something within him shift—a quiet yet powerful resolve. She had no idea who he was, what he had done for her, and the lengths he had gone to support her dreams while sacrificing his own. The weight of his hidden life, his secrets, his true identity, all of it bore down on him, but he remained silent. He calmly reached for a pen, signing his name with a steady hand. As he finished, he pushed the papers back to her, his eyes meeting hers with a new intensity. “You’ll get what you want, Jasmine,” he said quietly, each word filled with a weight she couldn’t quite decipher. “But I want you to remember this moment.” She blinked, confused, perhaps even a little unnerved by his composed demeanor. “Remember it? What are you talking about?”