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I’m Gareth Wells, which simply means Gentle Spring. I died in my first life full of regrets, pain, sadness, and sorrows, but now I’ll not be the gentle spring but the storm that will take everyone who looked down, insulted, and made my hellish life bow down to me.

I've never wanted this life for myself—this life filled with perils and evil. It's like a dream I can never escape from—a dream which I'm forever stuck in. Heh, no one ever wanted this life or ever wished for it. You'd be either insane or extremely evil to wish for this kind of life—the life where you don't have a choice over anything—the life where you're bound by your deepest desires. I never wanted to enter into the supernatural world. I never wanted to come across the Crimsones[1], Lycanthropes[2], demons and the rest. I never wanted to be involved in anything pertaining to the dark and supernatural world. I had always yearned for freedom and not servitude. But of course I was wrong all along. I had been delusional, thinking I'd be able to escape it all—to escape from fate. I never knew I would be pulled into this mess, becoming one of those dark creatures which roam about in the ungodly night. I never wanted to be a merciless predator who was also a prey to another predator (what a food chain!). But all is good. No matter what I shall not alli myself to degenerate into a heartless monster who only knew how to tear flesh, spill blood and break bones. I cannot allow my desires to pull me down. I cannot be corrupted by the abyss! My name is Daniel Stark and what I'm about to tell you is a real life horror. I don't know what you call horror or romance or fa Intasy but this story I'm about to tell you, you need to listen attentively and not miss a bit of information. This is my story—one beginning with pain.

"To reclaim my throne, I traded my soul for a System." Zoravar had everything—a beautiful family and a peaceful life. But in one night of fire and blood, it was all ripped away. His best friend, Vikram, didn’t just betray him; he burned Zoravar alive, sold his sister to the underworld, and left his mother to rot. Left for dead in a dumpster, a charred husk of a man, Zoravar hears a cold, mechanical chime that defies the laws of nature. [Ding! Soul integration complete. The 'Silver Sinner' System is online.] The System offered him a second chance, but it wasn't a gift—it was a contract. For every drop of blood he sheds in revenge, the System claims a piece of his humanity. Now, a man made of steel and cold logic walks the streets of the city. He has no mercy. He has no fear. He only has a list of names. Yesterday, he was a victim. Today, he is the Judge, the Jury, and the Executioner. "Vikram, I’m not coming for an apology. I’m coming for everything you ever loved."

After being in a coma for more than a year, Zavier Rockwell, finally felt like he had gotten his release. As he floated as a ghost, he regretted his actions. Being ungrateful to the family that wanted nothing more than seeing him succeed. Clouded by his illegitimate status, Zavier Rockwell wanted nothing more than soar higher, take his oldest birthright and stand tall among others. But how could he succeed when his fate was already written before his very birth? Zavier Rockwell lack of business acumen made him fail miserably which resulted in him getting a sentence of life, destined to spend the rest of his life behind the four corners of a prison. But that wasn’t what the book of destiny decreed. All it took was one vengeful spirit and he was comatose for life. With his pathetic life ending, never in a million years did he thought that he would get a second chance. But as they say, man proposes and god disposes. Zavier Rockwell found himself reborn a few months before he officially blackened. This time, he wasn’t just a useless second rich generation kid but he was equipped with a prodigal system. [Ding! Spend 100 million at the targeted location. Reward – an immortal pill. Failure – deduction of 60 hours’ worth of lifespan.] Equipped with such a system, what could Zavier Rockwell who swore that if he ever gets a second chance at life would become a prodigal son and never mess with the family business do? He could only grit his teeth and squander the money that his family was earnestly making and, in the process, found himself capable and prosperous. Why was the script looking so wrong the more money he squanders?

Lee Sung is an orphan without a home or family, at the age of 5 he learned to kill and steal and grew up in a slum where aggression is common. But since that day it's not the same. Author : hey, i'm Celina i write this story because i love reading and write, this my third story so please help so this become decent. Thanks for Reading <3

"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."

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.

"We'd like you to come with us to the station immediately," Vanessa's heart began to beat faster, "I don't understand," she said, "What for?" "Mrs Spencer, you're wanted as a prime suspect in the murder of your husband, Mr Christopher Wesley. You need to come with us to the station for questioning. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you do or say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. I suggest you don't try to resist. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?" Vanessa's jaw dropped. Christopher was dead! It was impossible to believe. She'd just spoken to him that afternoon. It had to be a mistake. She nodded, "I…. I…. I need to call my lawyer," she said, when she finally found her tongue," "Ma'am, you can do that at the station. Turn around, please," —----------- Politician and governorship candidate, Christopher Wesley is dead; shot in the head right in his own house. The killer is unknown, but the police have a suspect —his estranged wife, Vanessa Spencer Detective Alaric Harper and his partner are placed in charge of this case and at first Alaric is certain that Vanessa had killed her husband. Her motive? He's not sure of. When Vanessa begins to get calls from an unknown person wanting money he claims Christopher had stolen, Alaric has no choice but to accept that their killer is yet to be found. He is determined to get to the bottom of this case and he's sure that he will, but one thing he never expected — falling for Vanessa.

Alex was reborn into Blue Star, a world of advanced technology and modern comforts, yet ruled by the ancient, unchanging power of royal families. As a prince of the mighty Roshar Kingdom, he was born into luxury but cursed with minimal talent for the martial arts that defined this world's elite. Seeing the brutal intrigue within his own family, his sole ambition became a simple one: to avoid the throne's bloody games and survive a long, quiet life of privileged obscurity. That plan shattered when he was framed for a rebellion he knew nothing about. Cast out by the king without a trial or explanation and abandoned by a mother who refused to even say goodbye, Alex was exiled to the Wall—the world's most feared military penal colony. As a low-ranking, seemingly untalented warrior, everyone believed he was being sent to a silent death. But the Wall was not a prison. It was the grim, hidden truth from the normal people. Here, Alex witnessed the real war: a daily, desperate struggle against nightmarish monsters, a crisis kept secret from the peaceful, modern world behind a veil of royal and Council lies. Facing the terror for the first time, he realized the world's cruel hypocrisy and his own terrifying fragility. Yet, in the carnage, he discovered a latent, macabre gift: the ability to harvest strength from the fallen. This power could change everything, offering a path to survival and vengeance. But even as he grasps this chance, burning questions haunt him: Why was he, the deliberately passive prince, chosen as the pawn? Why did his father condemn him without a word? Why is the true horror of their world buried beneath a facade of normalcy? Armed with a secret that could elevate him or mark him for death.

Alice Heather Littman was just an average elementary school teacher. Having taught in the Nancaan Elementary School for over a year now, Heather counted her stars for each day that her life went by peacefully, sorely grateful at getting away from her former... turbulent lifestyle during a dark time in her college years. Ahh.. a peaceful life surrounded by her precious students...Cue, the 25th Founding anniversary of the school she's teaching in, the meek and silent teacher suddenly being propositioned in broad daylight by one of the richest and most powerful men in the city. Heather felt her heart hammer in embarrassment as the dashingly handsome Dio Panagopolous asked her out on a date.. Outwardly, the woman smiled shyly, unable to say anything. Inwardly however...She knew in her heart that she was staring straight at the face of a bonafide psychopath.In the year 2016 of January, a mysterious string of murders plagued the Nancaan district of Midas. At least a dozen women in their 20s were claimed by the incident, all with their hearts removed from their chests. Fearing a resurgence of another prolific serial killer along with placating the fears for the start of another slaving ring incident, the authorities launched an investigation about the murders, dubbing it the 'Kardia' incident with the potential suspects being dubbed the same name. Unfortunately, the investigations abruptly came to a halt due to budget cuts, the upcoming mayoral elections, and other external issues. The city of Midas was at the cusp of a major upheaval, even the smallest of actions can irrevocably change the future in unforeseeable ways. With a certain incident still fresh in her mind, Heather went on about her daily life, hoping that another incident won't affect her already miraculous second chance at living a normal life.