Holding Kızı

Life has been nothing but cruel to Eden, he was treated like trash in his in-laws' house after getting married to his wife Elaina. Nothing he did was ever enough or even good enough to start with until he met a mysterious man on his deathbed who wills him everything he had. Companies, businesses, and multiple streams of income. He automatically transforms Eden into the new boss. But what happens when the past of this stranger starts to haunt Eden and everyone starts to claw at the special key he was given? And what does this key open that everyone is trying to get even if they lost their lives? No one is a friend and even family is not meant to be trusted. What is Eden willing to give to discover the secret of the special key and how long will he survive as the new boss before the dark past of a stranger catches up to him?

"These are pretty minuscule spies, my lord," The leader said into his comms. They chattered among themselves. We had our hands up when they surrounded us. My throat clogged and I was running out of oxygen. I could barely think or breath. Mister Wigglesworth was talking briskly with bulging eyes to the colossal men and a rifle was lodged in his throat, he seemed frail and agitated. "Mort!" He threw the parcel into his hands. Mort winced when he failed to catch it. The box malfunctioned and I screamed at the blast and fell back into the shelter of more craters. I gasped. "What do I do with this?" His hand fidgeted on the and he dived behind a crate beside me while lasers flew. He panted and glanced at me holding on to the parcel. There was a skirmish going on. "I think I got hit." .... Remember when homicidal aliens were attacking us? This was now, yeah, it was kind of my fault. We were crouching like a couple of cowardly war veterans on a battlefield and Mister Wigglesworth! Of all people was out there holding them off. Mort held on to the prism parcel. My eyes were pale. I got hit by the parcel. I held on to my stomach. "Are you okay? Can you sit up straight?" He said. "No, it hurts," I did not feel like myself at all. I was not even in the mood to make snappy comebacks, I kept seeing double and all these color spectrums like I stared at the sun for too long. I was phasing in and out of consciousness. I thought I saw planets dying. I ducked over the end and focused on breath. [ System Activated ]

An immortal clan tasked with guarding the destiny of all living beings. Faced with a tragic betrayal, Clover lost both parents at a very young age at the hands of the Ghouls, dark apparitions that hated the living and sought to end all life. Holding the responsibility of taking revenge for his parents' deaths while at the same time protecting his sisters and his parents' final entrustment, Clover powers up to become invisible in the world and to eradicate the Ghouls. Join Clover as he carries the stigma of 'The one who killed his parents' and follow him as he navigates through the disdain and hatred of his clansmen and the complicated relationships that come along as he journeys the distant stars to finally claim his revenge.

A blind librarian inherits a mountain of dead gods, and the world wants to steal their ghosts. Li Ming was born to be nothing. Then he became the Keeper of the Azure Archives—a secret library holding the screaming ghosts of ten thousand lost martial arts and fallen legends. He cannot see, but he can listen, and the dead won't stop whispering. A brutal sect hunts him for his secrets. A screaming sword begs for release from a prison of silence. A dying forest entrusts him with its last memory. And deep within his archive sleeps a ghost that remembers how to kill a god—a ghost everyone wants to steal. Li Ming can’t fight, but he can listen. And in a world where the greatest power is what’s already been lost… a quiet librarian might be the most dangerous keeper of all.

Bang! The door was kicked open from the outside and three policemen came in holding guns. “What's happening?” Bruce had never been so confused in his entire life. The police ignored his question as they walked towards him, pointing the guns straight at him as one of them said “Don't try to do anything funny Mr Bruce Ortiz, do not move an inch.” “Hey I don't know what I did, what did I do?” Bruce looked around as though he could see an explanation of this written on the wall somewhere. “Mr Bruce Ortiz, you're under arrest for the theft of $750,000!” “What!” Bruce's eyes opened in shock “What the hell are y'all talking about? I've never stolen anybody's money in my life.”

Kael Arden inherits a bankrupt funeral home after his father’s suspicious death. He expects debt, dust, and humiliation. Instead, the dead begin speaking to him. Every corpse brought into his funeral home carries an unresolved grievance. If Kael fulfills their final request, he receives a reward: a skill, secret, memory, spiritual weapon, or ghost ally. But the dead are not merely asking for justice. They are preparing him for a war. Beneath the funeral home lies a prison holding the King of the Unburied, an ancient ruler of the dead. Kael’s father died protecting the seal. Now Kael must uncover his family’s betrayal, survive enemies who wear human faces, and decide whether to become the next Keeper—or use the King’s power to destroy everyone who ruined his life.

🩸 ULTIMATE NECROMANCER SYNOPSIS Kaelen was supposed to die. Crushed beneath the weight of a collapsing raid boss and his own piss-poor judgment, he welcomed oblivion like an old drinking buddy with a grudge. Instead, he woke up naked, undead, and holding a glowing black tome that whispered sweet apocalypses into his ear like a horny banshee with no sense of personal space. Now the world is his buffet, and death is just the starter. Armed with a god-tier necromancer class, Kaelen doesn’t build an army—he cultivates a fucking family of unhinged monsters. From Nyssara, his banshee lieutenant who flirts through evisceration, to Mourn, the disgruntled bone-construct with attachment issues, his undead legion is a trauma-bonded mess of love, war, and co-dependence. The gods have rules. Kaelen writes fanfiction about breaking them. Welcome to a world where magic is a drug, love is weaponized, and the word "cunt" is a comma.

“Take this knife, drive it into his chest and carve out his heart. Only then would I take you back and love you like before.” He proffered his demand with his men holding down the bastard that abused him some nights ago and took his girlfriend from him. …………… On his kneels, drawing against his shallow breaths with his life on a bleary slope. The door flung open and strange men in sets trooped in coming to his aid. At the verge of becoming a past, a future bloomed that changed everything about his present. From a spineless bastard with nobody that was betrayed by his girlfriend. He aimed to claim her back for revenge, while discovering something about his past. Mystery like no ever surrounded him, and with his newfound legacy; he will navigate through his reign of supreme as he tour on difficulties like never before.

His mother was abandoned, left to rot in a storage room. His blind sister had been sold as a gift to powerful men. And the woman he sacrificed everything for stood laughing beside her new lover. "My future is worth more than your entire family," Olivia sneered. Something inside Kevin died that day. But what Olivia didn't know was that prison hadn't broken him—it had transformed him. The desperate prisoner she mocked was secretly the last disciple of a legendary master. The same man now held the favor of billionaires, business empires, and the most powerful figures in the country. Holding his dying mother in his arms, Kevin made a vow. "You took everything from me." His eyes turned cold. "Now I'll take everything from you." They betrayed a son. They sold a sister. They created the billionaire who would become their downfall.

BLURB "Sign the papers, Ethan. You were never enough for her anyway." She sat across from him in a prison visiting room with a settlement offer and a sealed expression, told him he was holding her back, and slid the divorce papers forward without flinching. He signed them. He refused her money. He asked only for the pendant his mother left him and walked away without a word. What Vivian Shen did not know was that her useless, disgraced ex-husband was not a criminal. He was a Five-Star General, buried inside a cover so airtight that loving her was not enough reason to break it. What she did not know was that the charming, polished man now standing beside her had already selected her as his next target. And what neither of them knew was that the only person who could stop it was the man she had just thrown away.