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"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."

‎My wife died on a Tuesday. ‎ ‎By Friday, her family had sold my daughter. Not for money. For bloodline. Because I gave them a girl, and they wanted a son. ‎ ‎They took her. Changed her name.Then they called me nothing. Tarnished my name. ‎ ‎I lost my job. My home. My reputation. They made sure every door in the city slammed in my face. ‎ ‎So I went where the doors don't exist. ‎ ‎Underground. Illegal. A fighting ring where men die for cash and the winners earn something richer than money: fear. ‎ ‎One fight became ten. Ten became forty. My face is broken. My hands are scarred. But my daughter still calls another man "Dad." ‎ ‎That ends now. ‎ ‎They think I'm scum beneath their shoes. ‎ ‎I'm about to become the most ruthless man this city has ever seen. ‎ ‎

'I didn't kill him' I whispered my camera shaking in my hands while I looked at the blood on the marble floor. 'I know' the man in shadows whispered, his voice like velvet on rough ground. 'But the world believes that I did and you are the only one to attest to my innocence'. Elara Vance is a forensic photographer of the wealthy; a woman who sees the truth through a camera lens, and Silas Vane is the heir to a bankrupt empire who lives off the carrion of his enemies (known as the 'Vulture'), but when Elara catches him in the act of a murder she isn't supposed to witness he proposes a deal: either become his bride and his 'Glass Alibi' or she is the next body he will require her to photograph. In a world of predators can the man keeping her prisoner actually be her executioner...or her salvation.

Can you live carefree knowing that nothing is right? Being born in a dystopia. Spending all your life locked up in a little town, where everything is eerie; everyday is a drag and there's no hope of change. My only source of joy was my big brother but since he was no more, I wouldn't be put down and locked up by 'fate'. Living in cage all your life just to die the moment you are set free... I didn't believe in that. I wanted freedom.

An Introverted but brilliant person was forced to play a game he hates as a school project And when I say hate I mean Hate to the extent he cursed the game and its developers But the gods must hate him as he wakes up in a world he only saw through a screen He must survive and strive in this world of ancient powers And just before I forget "Your Majesty should I prepare the hall for the Grand Sect meeting in the afternoon" "........" "As is it you that is hosting it would be best to give them the lotus hall as a sign of good relation" "........" "Sect Leader...." "is there something not to your liking" "Sect Leader Sih.. " A SECT LEADER!!!

The sound of the wind was clear, it was a lucid reality. I keep on walking, I have no choice. Succumbing to my fate? Who knows. Despite the sound of death and the breeze of love, I abandon it all, therefore I embrace the emptiness. Withering with time and stuck in the pathway of it all. Fated to be a young master, doomed as a commoner. The sky fell to the ground but despite all of that he is bound to realize that everyone is equal in face of heaven and earth, in face of him including everyone. Journey of a mortal to an indescribable change, an indefinite trace of the trail of the chaos itself. The absolute chaotic neutrality. He shall be the fiend himself, and the saint himself in the gist of his situations.

Once a powerful commander known as The Hades, Darien French lost his ability to see the future after being poisoned. He went into hiding and married Cersei Smith. Though blind, Darien supported Cersei as she built her company. When Cersei asked for a divorce, saying Darien was mediocre and a burden, he was left alone, broken, humiliated and dejected. "I will show her," he muttered through clenched teeth. "I will show them all. Once I regain my sight, they will pay for doubting me." Now, after fully regaining his sight and powers of prophecy through further treatment, Darien is more determined than ever. "Now that I've regained my full abilities, nothing will stop me from reclaiming my title as the great Hades," he declared.

‎The day my father died, I lost everything. His second wife forged the will. My father's business, my home and my name were all taken. I thought I  still had my badge as the youngest homicide detective until they framed me for a murder. ‎ ‎My team partner betrayed and testified against me. I was branded a traitor. Even my wife  asked for a divorce before the verdict was read. ‎ ‎Spent years in jail only to come out as a contracted assassin with a new identity and a list. ‎ ‎ Every name on my hit list is connected to the people who destroyed my life.The corrupt cops. The politicians. My stepmother. My ex-wife's family. ‎ ‎One thing is for sure. They don't know the greatest assassin they fear is the one they created.

Description: Moving past the death of his only friend and teacher. Orb heads into the world to find a way to die happy and fulfilled. Though the boy who lives in the present carries the weight of something that lived in the past. A curse, a blessing, a legacy. The story of those who carry things they should never have had to, and the choices of their lives which affect them and the world as a whole. Three chapters a week. link to cover artist: https://www.fiverr.com/winda_chu?source=inbox  Usually, somewhere between 2000 and 3000 words per chapter. Notice: This will be a long, long story, so it will be a slow burn for at least the first two arcs. But if you are interested in a long, wide-ranging story, I hope you will read. Notice 2: I will be fixing the grammar of the chapter within my story, around 5 per day, starting from 25/05/2025. I have heard the grammar in the earlier chapter has been an issue for many, and admittedly, I have always sucked at that aspect, which I have gotten a lot better at over the years, so I will be redoing that. Logs and other special chapters are not included in this five-chapter count. Notice 3: All corrections are done.

What do you think ,you will do with the powers to control minds ,I guess God gave me this talents to sleep with all the girls that treated me badly ,oh well since I was gifted with this talent I will use this to satisfy all my urges Welcome to my story on how I become the first man to f**k up the world with my newfound talents . Yes this is a 18+ rated novels Only read if you are a degenerate because you will see alot of stuffs that you won't even know existed Yes there will Threesome, Bdsm anything you can think of Yes mc is a sick f**k ,he is unstable but you can't blame a man that thinks with his d**k. P.S : Everybody on this novel are in college so there are all above 18 years old.