Gay-for-you

“I’m back and I’m going to make sure everyone of you suffer for what you did to me.” ________________ Lyon Armstrong is Back!!! He was an orphan, always bullied and no one wanted to help him until an incident changed his life forever. After inheriting a superpower that brought him back to life, Lyon Armstrong is determined to make everyone who once bullied him, now before him. He’s back and he’s more powerful than ever.

The only son-in-law of a billionaire family gets banished into an old unused cottage after his wife brings another man she likes into the house. Alone and heart torn by his wife and in-laws, Carlos rots in this place for weeks; however, in his last moments, a mysterious person helps him. When Carlos regains his vigor, he sets out to teach his wife and her wicked family a cold-blooded lesson! “You ruined my life, Sofia. Now I’m coming for you like a loving thief in disguise!”

"If you've any conscience left in you, you'll understand that you deserve this." The prison doors closed behind him with those final words. Ethan Carvendish was the true heir of the Carvendish family, yet his existence was treated as nothing more than a stain that needed to be erased. "You're nothing but a criminal!" His father discarded him without hesitation. "I regret giving birth to you. I wish Charlie was my biological son!" His mother chose an adopted son over her own flesh and blood. "Charlie is my only brother, not a disgusting parasite like you." His sister looked at him with nothing but disgust. "It's just three years in prison. Charlie is delicate, unlike you." The woman he loved stood beside his adopted brother, forged evidence, framed him, and watched silently as he was condemned for a crime he never committed. For three years, he rotted in prison for someone's crime, while they celebrated his fall. The prison did not break him, it awakened him. Now Ethan has returned, not as the discarded heir… But as the Shadow Tyrant. A name whispered in fear. A power no one can control. A ruler the elite world cannot defy. "Son… We were wrong." The parents who abandoned him now kneel before him. "Ethan, sister regrets everything… please come back…" The sister who once saw him as nothing but a disgrace now begging for his attention. "Ethan… please give me another chance…" The woman who once sent him to prison crawls to his feet. But the Ethan Carvendish they betrayed died behind those prison walls, the one who returned is coldhearted. As the world trembles before the Shadow Tyrant, only one question remains. Will Ethan Carvendish reclaim everything that was stolen from him… or will shadow tyrant destroy them all without mercy?

In a scream of blood, Samuel breathed his last. He was murdered in a rather sadistic way by students from a wealthy family. Actually, Samuel knew that continuing to hope would create its own wounds, but he couldn't stop. He was weak and could do nothing but hope. At that moment, Samuel wanted to live. He didn't want to die at such a young age, he still wanted to join the war party and others. Unfortunately, it was only hope. The reality was the opposite. He was destined to die. For the first time, Samuel's hope came true. He was still alive, but at a younger age. How could Samuel come back to life? Would he be able to avenge the suffering of his former life? Or would it still be the same? "How did it feel? When no one helps you and insults you? Doesn't it feel so miserable that you want to die? But take it easy. I'm just starting out." - Samuel -

They called me the Scourge of the Seven Realms. The Black Emperor. The man who'd conquered half the world before his thirtieth birthday. None of those titles mattered now, as I lay dying on the blood-soaked marble of my throne room. "Any last words, Damien?" High Priestess Celeste stood over me, her blade — my own sword, stolen during the battle — still dripping with my blood. Behind her, the leaders of the rebellion watched with hungry eyes, eager to see the tyrant fall. I wanted to laugh. After everything I'd done, all the kingdoms I'd conquered, all the battles I'd won, I was being killed by the woman I'd once loved. The woman I'd trusted above all others. "You won't win," I managed, blood bubbling from my lips. "The demons... they'll come regardless. You've doomed everyone." "Better the demons than you," she spat. The irony was bitter. I'd conquered the world to unite it, to prepare for the demonic invasion my visions had shown me. But fear and propaganda had turned me into a monster in their eyes. They couldn't see that everything I'd done was to save them. "So be it," I whispered. "May you live long enough to see your mistake." Celeste raised the blade for the final strike. "Goodbye, Damien." The sword fell. Darkness swallowed me. And then...

"Mr. Verus,” she said, “the surgery has already been paid for.” Cassius blinked, stunned. “What? By who?” Before the nurse could respond, a tall, imposing figure appeared. The man was impeccably dressed, his presence commanding attention. “I paid for it,” the man said, his deep voice resonating in the sterile corridor. Cassius stood, his body tense. “Who are you?” The man smiled faintly, extending a hand. “Augustus Verus,” he said. “Your father.” Shock coursed through Cassius. “My father?” he echoed, incredulous. “That’s impossible.” “It’s the truth,” Augustus said, pulling out a neatly folded envelope. Inside were photographs, documents—proof of their connection. “I’ve been watching from a distance, waiting for the right moment to step in. And now, it’s time.” Cassius stared at the evidence, his emotions a whirlwind of disbelief, anger, and curiosity. “Why now? Why not before?” Augustus met his gaze steadily. “Because you had to face life’s hardships to grow. But now, you’ve earned the right to know the truth—and the power to change your fate.” He handed Cassius a sleek black card. “This is yours. It grants you access to my wealth. Use it wisely.” Cassius hesitated before taking the card, his fingers trembling. The weight of everything that had happened—his humiliation, his sister’s injury, and now this revelation—threatened to overwhelm him. But as he looked at Augustus, determination flickered in his eyes. “I’ll use this,” he said quietly, “to protect Vinna—and to repay everyone who looked down on me.” Augustus nodded, a faint smile on his lips. “Then I trust you won’t disappoint me, son.” Cassius watched as Augustus walked away, leaving him standing in the sterile hallway, a man reborn."

My life has become a real quest "how not to go crazy and survive." If I thought that the most difficult thing is to survive the loss of loved ones, then I was deeply mistaken. It is difficult to survive when they want to get rid of you in order to gain power. Difficult, but possible. It's difficult when a dark magician and his minions want to make you their battery. It is difficult to avoid, but so far it is possible. The hardest thing is to accept the time and fate allotted to me from above. My quest is 8760 years long.

Betrayed by his trusted General and a Vice President revealed as a traitor, Project Agent Gabriel Jones of the US Army found himself marooned in a world of fantasy. As he clutched his voice message terminal, the President's final words crackled through: "Gabriel, it's over! They've taken the White House. If you're still out there, for God's sake, get back here! We need you!" Can he fight his way through this alien nightmare and return to a shattered America, or will he perish in the grip of this new world?

The saying is 'Out of the darkness and into the light', at least that is how it goes when the good guys say it in the movies. David Dahmer was no movie star, hell, he was barely even a blip on the radar of life, except for the fact that he was the little brother to the Milwalkee Monster, Jeffrey Dahmer. When darkness comes calling, will David have the ability to fight, push through his deepest fears and resist the urge to slay everything in his path? This intense horror-thriller will lead you down roads that you may never recover from. Read at your own risk.

Darius Kane was branded a coward, the last “loser” of a slaughtered noble house. Three years later, he returns—a decorated war commander with a vendetta forged in blood. “You shouldn’t have come back,” sneers Vincent Reksar, smirking at the man he thinks is powerless. Darius’s eyes narrow. “Funny. I was thinking the same about you.” Every enemy who mocked his family, stole his home, and left him for dead is about to face a reckoning. The city’s most feared clans gather for a wedding—a perfect stage for Darius’s return. Haley, his ex-fiancée and the traitor who betrayed him, tries to dismiss him. “You’re nothing, Darius. You’re still that loser—” He cuts her off coldly. “Losers don’t get second chances. Commanders do.” Now, vengeance marches at his heels. The loser is the commander. And the war for justice has only begun.