Gay-for-you

The entire Carmichael family looked on in curiosity as the convoy of Fords rolled into the mansion's grounds. It looked like a King was making his entrance. The cars came to a stop and a driver ran over to pull the passenger door open. Luke stepped down from the car and shocked silence swept through the Humsworth family. He looked at them, a smug smirk curving his lips. "L-luke?" His wife, Fiona, stuttered. "In the flesh. Hello, in-laws, your wretched son-in-law is finally home…" *** What would you do if you were insulted and shamed by your wife's family for being poor, but one day, you discover that you're the heir to a lost fortune? Luke Bradford is the average, wretched son-in-law of the rich Carmichael family. He is shamed, disgraced and abused by his wife's family until one day, he finds out that he's the heir to a Diamond empire running into trillions of dollars. Luke returns with one thing on his mind…to take revenge on every single person who dared to hurt him in the past, but the Humsworth family have also vowed that a low class peasant like him will never lord over them. Taking a path through drug money, lies, deceit, treachery…and even the deadly mafia, will he succeed, or will the sneaky Humsworth family clip his feathers before he can even fly?

A few reporters gathered at the carnival of a newly formed kingdom. They started asking the citizens a few questions about their new King. Reporter: What do you think about your new King? Person A: He is a crazy man. Person B: He is a... maniac. Person C: He is a family man. At once everyone around them looked at the Person C as if he had gone crazy. Person C cleared his throat: Well, what I heard is that he wouldn't go crazy until no one speaks a word against his babies. He loves them so much. Everyone thought for a whole two seconds and nodded their heads. Reporter: So, your King has babies? Can you tell us about them? What about your Queen? Person A: They are weird. She is too. Person B: They are... monsters. She is a... Tree. Person C: They are cute and adorable. She is too. Once again everyone around looked at the Person C as if he had gone crazy. He once again cleared his throat: Well, if you want to survive in this kingdom, even if you know what they are, you have to say that they are cute and adorable. Once again everyone nodded their heads after thinking for two seconds. The reporters are confused by their answers. A human and a tree gave birth to monsters? What are they talking about? After asking around for a while, they got the answer: The hate in their King's heart makes the Monster tree grow. At the end of the Carnival the reporters got another news. Person A and B were killed by their King while Person C got a reward from him. Reporters: He really is a Manic tyrant.

Would you believe it if your best friend told you that he has been living in the world for four hundred years? What is the reason for this - a wonderful gift, which he acquired at a terrible price and continues to pay for it to this day? That he was familiar with Catherine de Medici, Stefan Batory, Nostradamus? That's what I didn't believe at first. But he told me such details that I could not help thinking: what if this is true?

Harry Solomon thought his wedding day would finally prove his worth to his family. Instead, he stood alone at the altar while his bride rushed to his brother's hospital bedside. "Where the hell are you?" Mona's voice cut through the phone like ice. "Frank is in the hospital and you're nowhere to be found!" "I'm at the church! It's our wedding day, Mona!" Harry's voice cracked with desperation. "It's just a wedding—delaying it doesn't matter, but Frank's condition can't wait!" For twenty-four years, Harry had been the forgotten son—the one who disappeared as a child, the one who returned to find his place taken by his "perfect" brother Frank. Every achievement stolen, every relationship destroyed, every moment of happiness crushed under the weight of a family that never wanted him back. But when Frank's "dying wish" becomes marrying Harry's fiancée, and the family demands Harry sacrifice his very heart to save his brother, Harry discovers the ultimate betrayal: it's all been a lie. "You want my heart?" Harry's voice turned cold. "Don't you realize that would kill me too?" "Frank needs that heart more than you do," his father replied without hesitation. Bleeding out in a warehouse, abandoned by everyone he'd tried to love, Harry makes a desperate wish on a shooting star. When he wakes up six years in the past, he has one chance to rewrite his story—and this time, he's done being the family sacrifice. Sometimes the only way to save yourself is to lose everything.

“Don’t make a scene, Marcus.” Quinn’s eyes, always so cold, flicked over him as if he were an unwanted stain. “A Saintess can’t be sullied by a man like you. Keep your distance.” For three years, Marcus Steel was a ghost in his own marriage. His wife, worshipped for her holy power, never let him near—not even a touch, not a night together. Yet every gathering, she let Alexander—her so-called ‘brother,’ his former best friend—rest his head in her lap, her hand stroking his hair, their laughter intimate and careless for the world to see. “Does it ever bother you?” Marcus whispered one night, desperation thick in his voice. “That you give him what you never gave me?” Sophia only smiled, distant as ever. “Alexander needs me. You… you’re just my duty.” When the earthquake shattered the banquet hall, Marcus reached for her through the falling debris. “Quinn! Please! Just take my hand—help me!” But her golden barrier was already around Alexander. She didn’t even look at Marcus as he screamed, “I’m your husband! Don’t leave me—” “I can’t save everyone,” she said, voice like ice. “Alex is injured. I promised to protect him.” As rubble crushed his body and hope faded, something ancient awoke in Marcus. Flames danced in his blood, power surging from the pain, the betrayal. From the ashes of humiliation and heartbreak, a dragon roared to life. Marcus Steel is dead. The Dragon King rises—and the Saintess will beg for mercy she never showed.

The Magic God Morpheus.Through his sacred veil and his ten elemental wings, he held his staff... Morpheus regarded the mortals that thrived, suffered, enjoyed, loved."My son... you have reached the peak, but your soul might have perished along the way. Allow me to imbue your existence with joy and purpose."After reaching the peak, Morpheus felt devoided of amusement and life, forsaking all of his secular needs and desires... for his family, his clan, his country, his continent... always a sacrifice.He was fated to go through the path of solitude and power."Father... I don't want to go."Those were the words he said to the god that insisted to push him away from this world, after everything he sacrificed to reach the peak, he is to be sent away?!For what reason?!Magic is the peak of nature, the peak of human evolution, but in the vast existence there are worlds that don't believe such, worldsthat believe in the path of machines."My son, there are several worlds that might do with a touch of your grace, a touch of your knowledge... I shall now send you there as the saviour that will take those worlds back to the righteous path, you that dominate magic and life, who could possibly be better?""But father... I... I worked so hard to reach here, how can you do this to me?!""You don't understand this yet, but this is for your own sake... go there and live, conquer, form, thrive, fight... follow the desires of your heart, my son."And just like that, with a living body but a dying soul, Morpheus was sent on his way with a lot of reluctance.Enjoy the story of a traditional magic protagonist, journeying through a dark cyberpunk world.

MATURE, content dark psychological thriller, Slow burn. "Ahhh! Vikram! W-what are you doing?! Leave me!" "Look at you," Vikram hissed into her ear, his breath hot against her neck as he continued the assault. "The most beautiful princess of Siren's World, reduced to a shivering, sobbing wreck in my basement. Your sounds... they’re crazy, Aria. They feed me." "You’re just a dumpster for my rage now, you pathetic little royal," he growled, the abuse dripping from his tongue like venom. "It’s better that you tell me the address of Driva right now." Alex Dane was a broken prisoner, a man betrayed by his own blood and left to rot in the shadows of Indore. His life was supposed to end on a desolate shore, a victim of his uncle Vikram’s sadistic greed. But death was only the beginning. When Alex’s blood touched the ancient sands, it awakened "The Driva"—a sentient, cold-blooded bio-system that doesn't just guide him; it craves his Royal Plasma. Now, Alex is the last hope of a dying aquatic civilization, but power comes with a price that is as intimate as it is terrifying. As he vanishes into a 365-day survival hell in the impenetrable rainforests, he realizes he is the Eighth Descendant, and his DNA is the only key to restarting a forbidden species. The Game of Two Obsessions Alex is no longer the hunter; he is the most coveted prize in two worlds. He must descend into the deepest trench to perform a forbidden ritual with the Lurking Empress—the frozen, "dead" Queen of the Mermaids. Can he survive the deadly obsession of two rival princesses? Or will he lose his humanity to become the cold-hearted father of a species that will reclaim the Earth?

Have you ever felt so drawn to a person. You feel like you've known them your entire when you've only just met them; that's exactly what Noah felt when he saw her Who? Oceana - the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. He could have sworn she was the most beautiful girl on earth; but that's not the thing - she's a complete weirdo - strange...and unique. Millions of people on earth; countless countries; diverse universe Her name still lingers on. She's beautiful; not only beautiful but strange. She lives with her stepmom and stepsister, who have had her locked up all her life- because of the supernatural powers she possessed - they plan to use it to their favour. Noah after setting eyes on her for the first time, wouldn't stop thinking about her There's something about her -that he's sure of, but...he couldn't just figure out what it is. How did she get her powers? Why has she been locked up all her life by her family? Why's she the way she is - weird and strange?

"Honey... Where have you been? Can you help me?" Glenn asked his wife; his body was completely paralyzed. "Don't 'honey' me, Glenn. I'm fed up with all this pretense. Why are you so stubborn? It would have been easier if you died in yesterday's accident..." Amber snapped, glaring at him, visibly frustrated. Glenn was surprised by his wife's words, and then Jason, his business partner, suddenly appeared and warmly embraced his wife. Glenn's world immediately crumbled. What betrayal cuts deeper than discovering those closest and dearest are the perpetrators? Glenn Smith knows it all too well. The revelation of his wife, Amber, deceiving him, fostering a secret love with Jason—his colleague—and Ethan not being his biological son but a product of their affair, shattered Glenn's world. The very individuals he lifted from poverty and elevated status stabbed him in the back. Yet, a life-threatening accident thrusts Glenn back in time to when he first encountered this deceitful duo; he seizes a second chance. Once a naive, unsuspecting man, Glenn now vows to metamorphose into someone unrecognisable, someone ready to retaliate against them!

"Apologize to Mike and get the hell out of here, before we really destroy you, you stupid cleaner!" he snarled. The taunting laughter from the group echoed around the court. Ethan’s cheeks burned as he clenched his fists, but he didn’t let the tears fall. Not now. Not when he could still hold his dignity—though it was quickly slipping away. Melissa’s eyes shifted uncomfortably, and for a moment, Ethan saw something in them—a flicker of fear. But it was quickly replaced by an air of indifference. She shifted on her feet, glancing away, clearly uncomfortable but refusing to step forward. The group continued to mock him, calling him a beggar and a loser. "Look at him," one of them laughed. "A poor idiot who thinks he’s better than everyone else!" The mocking continued, but none of it hit harder than the silence from Melissa. Ethan turned his head toward her, his voice cracking as he asked. “Melissa, what the hell are you doing here? You... you’re my girlfriend!” His voice trembled with a mixture of anger and hurt. The heir of the Elliot family, but his parents didn’t tell him the truth. They wanted Ethan to feel the difficulties of life.