Ghost

Ashes of the Forsaken Bride Amara Cole spent her life navigating the shadows of a family that viewed her as an invisible asset. When she is traded into a marriage with Damien Hartwell—the notoriously cold, brilliant heir to a multi-billion-dollar empire—she foolishly believes she is escaping a nightmare. Instead, she merely steps into a more glamorous cage. Behind the grand gates of the Hartwell estate, Amara finds a world defined by old-money malice. Her mother-in-law maps her flaws with clinical precision, her sister-in-law treats her presence as a joke, and Damien remains entirely untouchable, running their marriage like a bloodless corporate transaction. Yet, Amara clings to the fragile hope that if she just proves her worth, she can earn a place at their table. But in a world built on power, hope is a liability. When a calculated betrayal frames her for a corporate disaster, Amara is abandoned by the husband she tried to trust. Left with nothing, she vanishes into the night, leaving the elite social circle to believe she is gone forever. Years later, the ashes finally clear. The timid girl they dismantled never returned. In her place stands a woman the Hartwells could never have anticipated—stronger, wealthier, and armed with an international backing that rivals their own. Amara has forged her heartbreak into a weapon, uncovering the dark secrets that can bring down dynasties. As she steps back into the high-society spotlight, she isn't looking for a reconciliation. She is here to watch them fall. Damien is forced to confront the absolute worst mistake of his life, but when a ghost returns to claim what's hers, late-night regret won't be enough to alter the contract. This time, the price of his betrayal is 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 Pandora’s Box also identified as the Devil's Toy Box An urban legend commonly told to citizens from birth about Pandora’s box that has the power to grant your inner desires, your greatest wish, beauty, immortality, fame, wealth, power, name it; you just have to find the box and make your wish. So people will fight each other; fathers betray sons and daughters engage in a bloodbath against anyone, however, there are only a few who truly know that the devil's box of wishes was a key to a gateway to unlocking another dimension of monsters to human reality. The Yoon prestigious family is a billionaire family that owns it all in terms of wealth, but the seedlings struggle for succession for the vast wealth brings out the deadly evil nature of them. Sen Jin won- Alex Walker, the devil's son, witnesses his grandmother and his mother killed in front of his eyes by his uncles and aunties to obtain the wealthy throne. He was bullied and mistreated by his family. In a dungeon he unlocks Pandora's box and got a leveling-system for revenge, which becomes his help as well as his greatest doom, pulling into a battle known as the GAMES OF THE GODS , as champion host to battle six other champions like him hosted by seven class entities which are- power type class-Zeus king of Gods, lancer class- Odin alfner, Archer class-Artemis, warrior class- Athena Goddess of war, Necromancer class- Anunbis god of the dead ,Assassin class- Kratos ghost of sparta and Mage class- Ares the God of violence. The gods are known as the GODS OF THE GABS. unlocking a world of monsters merging with the human world. He must save his friends, his beloved, and the world from mistakes in his quest for vengeance.  

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?

Everyone believed Arashi Ren was just another street fighter. An orphan. A nobody. A boy who survived by fighting. The night he turned eighteen—after winning the biggest fight of his life—he was shot in an alley and left for dead. But death is a door. Death was only the beginning. When Arashi wakes up, his name and his have been erased. And his captors claim it was done to save his life. They tell him the impossible truth: The most powerful man in the world was his father. And now he’s dead. With no heir, except the son who was hidden, sealed, forgotten. As Arashi is forced through brutal tests of memory and instinct, a truth is unveiled. His strength was never accidental. His survival was never just luck. And the fortune missing from his father’s empire may be buried not in vaults, but inside his own body. Yet wealth is the least of what awakens. Because as Arashi steps back into Chicago as a ghost reborn, the supernatural world begins to notice him. Werewolf packs stir. Old Alpha blood recognizes its own. And the man assigned to protect him may be bound to him by something far more dangerous than loyalty. Love becomes a weakness. Power demands blood. And the past refuses to stay buried. From the streets to the throne, Arashi Ren will rise from nothing… And claim what was always his. GENRE: Urban Fantasy / Mafia Power Fantasy / Paranormal Drama / Action SETTING: Modern-Chicago. Crime-syndicates, billionaires, and supernatural-packs overlap beneath the surface of the human world. At the top of both worlds stands the Giodanzo Dynasty, a bloodline with ties to an extinct Alpha lineage. Every year, pack leaders gather in secret-conclaves to maintain balance. For fifteen years, one bloodline has been missing its heir. Until now.

The night New York’s skyline burned with storm light, ex soldier Dickson Ford returned from the dead. Once a covert protection operative betrayed on a mission that erased his unit, he now hides behind a new name, hired to guard the woman who unknowingly sits at the center of the same conspiracy that destroyed him. Celeste Vonn, ruthless young CEO of Vonn Enterprises, rules her corporate empire with ice-cold precision. Her father’s mysterious death left her empire on the edge of collapse and enemies within her own boardroom. When Dickson walks in as her new security advisor, their first meeting detonates like a collision of flint and steel sharp , words, colder stares, unspoken recognition of danger in each other. An unseen network strikes crashing systems, sabotaging assets, turning her own company against her, Celeste makes an impossible move, she binds herself to Dickson in a public alliance that looks like marriage but is really war strategy. What begins as a business contract soon turns into a labyrinth of trust, betrayal, and forbidden emotion. Together they uncover a plot that links her father’s research to Dickson’s lost comrades: a rogue AI program called PROJECT ECHO, designed to weaponize human consciousness. Every step deeper reveals that Celeste’s father didn’t just build the system he used people as its living core. The enemy isn’t just outside the walls it’s inside the network, inside the people. The closer they come to the truth, the more their alliance fractures under secrets. Dickson’s real identity as a ghost of the past could destroy her trust forever and when ECHO awakens fully, it forces him to choose between two impossible missions protect the woman he’s come to love, or finish the war that made him a ghost.

The bullet tore through a man's throat, and Dante Cross didn't even blink. Dante is the finest cleaner the Agency has ever created—a ghost who erases bodies, witnesses, and entire operations without leaving a trace. Loyal to the system that shaped him, he believes one last mission will earn his freedom. He's wrong. The Agency never lets its weapons walk away. When a routine dead drop ends with two trusted contacts slaughtered inside a safehouse only he knew about, Dante realizes someone is erasing his trail while he's still alive. The betrayal isn't from an enemy but from someone who knows his real name, his retirement plan, and the location of the only person he still cares about. The truth is devastating: the order came from inside, and his own handler has marked him for death. As Dante digs deeper, he discovers his final assignment is far bigger than a cartel cleanup. It's the transfer of seven high-value prisoners who hold secrets capable of exposing a shadow network spanning three continents. If the prisoners disappear, the truth dies with them. If the operation fails, the organization vanishes into the shadows forever. Dante is the only man who knows both the transfer route and how the network truly operates. Then comes the final revelation. His handler hasn't just betrayed him—he has been manipulating him for years. Every mission, every kill, every "clean" operation was never about justice but about testing and perfecting a living weapon. Dante was never the Agency's cleaner. He was its experiment. Now hunted by the organization that created him, Dante must uncover the truth, protect the last person he loves, and survive long enough to destroy the system before it erases him forever. The countdown has already begun.

Silence. Like a nice bucket of shhhhhhhhh. Everyone shut the effing fudge UP! That's all I've ever wanted. *Sigh.* But silence comes in different flavors. There's mint - the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a blanket. The kind I chase at 2 AM. I've cried once. Just once. With a bucket beside me, watching heroes with super suits and impossible strength tear each other apart. Somehow that feels less broken than my reality. Then there's the suffocating silence at school. Not an ice cream flavor. This one tastes like metal and shame. High school is my personal hell. Empty wallet, empty lunch tray, empty seat beside me like I'm radioactive. Empty soul on Wednesdays because middles are always the worst. *The usual.* But Emily made the silence bearable. Mint-flavored again. Until she broke something between us. *Snap.* One moment she's whispering secrets with me, the next she's weaponizing them. She scattered my private thoughts, added her own twisted lies. The betrayal burns hotter than the stares drilling into my back. I went from invisible to spectacle. Being a ghost feels like luxury when you're dodging spit balls and "accidental" lunch trays. But somewhere between my third panic attack and contemplating switching schools... *Something shifted.* Like in those games you play, when your character suddenly glows and the screen flashes: "New Skill Unlocked" And it wasn't just in my head. I tested it. Small things at first – a pencil moving across my desk when I focused hard enough. Then books. Then someone's lunch tray right as they walked past Emily. *tap tap tap* I used to think rock bottom was the end. *Well ladies and gentlemen,* it's just a really messed up spawn point. And now? I don't stumble from cliffs anymore. I swim in gravity, and dive head first.