Gay-for-you

“If you help the needy, someday the universe will help you when you need it the most.” In an effort to do good, to protect Monica, the girl he loved, Dean Morton was abused by a man who happened to be the son of the ruler of Dildior Metropolis. He was beaten to pulp, and the tattoo of Monica's name on his left hand was peeled off. Until despair crept into his soul, thinking that in the end the universe could only see his suffering. However, he couldn't be more wrong. The unique gemstone on his wrist suddenly cracked, and lightning struck. Since then, Dean's life has never been the same. Strange things begin to happen in his life. He begins to feel the evil intentions of the people around him, and able to feel and see the presence of evil spirits. And more than that, he begins to realize the overflowing spirit energy from within his body, something he has had since childhood but had never realized before.

“You are a stupid son-in-law! Loser! Not reliable! You don't deserve to be my son-in-law." Agler has been married to Pooja, Dalton's daughter for two years, but during that time he doesn’t have a job and he only lived with his in-laws. That make Agler always gets blasphemy from his in-laws. One day, Agler came home with money as much as 20,000 dollars. Instantly, his father-in-law was immediately kind to him. But, where did Agler get the money?

“You are worthless Ryker, you don’t deserve a goddess like me.” Sara Ford didn’t hold back when she divorced Ryker. “Oh no! The richest man in the city is bowing to my scum ex husband?” “He’s also a mysterious golden healer?” “The President calls him Godfather? Did I make a mistake by divorcing him?” After Sara divorced Ryker and called him trash, Ryker recovered from his amnesia and then, nothing, could stop THE REIGN OF RYKER SAVAGE.

“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.

"I refuse to be the MC!" These were the storming words that came out of Ethan's mouth after reading the script he was given in the Alternate Realm. He had just turned down the big role of becoming the main character of a novel he had been reading for months, Why? However, choosing the role of a side character, Ethan never expected any good from the God of reality... [You have received the Double Reward System]. [You shall gain ×2 the rewards of the MC. Both Good and Bad].

"Ma, Samson promises. Samson is going to repent; I won’t be a thug anymore. I'm going to find a real, honest job. So please, Ma, don't come back to haunt me, okay?" Samson knelt, tears streaming down his face, though his expression still looked like someone ready to pick a fight with the Angel of Death. Bejo held out an umbrella. "Boss, it’s almost sunset. We need to go collect the 'protection money' from the cafe owner," he said. "Hey, Bejo! I just promised Ma that I’ve repented. You little devil! Do you want my mother to rise from her grave because of what you just said, huh?!" Samson stood up. His towering height, nearly two meters, made Bejo instinctively jump back three steps. "But Boss, our stomachs aren't exactly followers of the repentance movement," Bejo squeaked, trembling. Samson wiped his fierce face. "From this second on, call me Samson the Protector. I’m going to find honest work. Anything! As long as I'm not shaking people down anymore." A wealthy woman looked Samson up and down, scrutinizing him. "Your body is quite large. It just so happens I need a new guard dog. I just fired the old one because he was afraid of cockroaches." Samson was ready to explode. "Hey, lady! You think I—" "Fifty million a month. Meals are provided, and you get an Italian suit for a uniform. Interested?" the woman interrupted, handing him a gold-plated business card. Samson fell silent. He then whispered under his breath, "Ma, this is honest work, right? Just being a guard dog for a billionaire."

"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?

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!”

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 -

"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."