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‎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.

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.

What will you do when your world suddenly turn into a MMORPG? A certain student : What?! Am I facing an apocalypse? Then of course I will hoard supplies and become the richest Lord!

"Father… Father…. Please stay with me." "Who were those out?" "Some soldiers from Mayca in Tadeas. They were looking for you. They say your name is Ronald Rodgers. Is that true?" "Yes son… They're right… my real name is Ronald Rodgers, but I had my reason for keeping it from you all these years." Newton coughed, as blood flowed from his mouth. Life was gradually leaving his body and Gabriel could notice it. "Promise me one thing…." "Whatever it is." "Promise me that you will never trust anyone from Tadeas, nor even think of going there." "I promise." ***** Gabriel spoke to himself as though he was with his father's spirit. "Forgive me father. But I must go to Tadeas. I have to learn about myself, why you were killed and why your killers are now looking for me."

Tristan considers himself useless, from his career to his love all ruined because he was born with no conspicuous abilities and does not come from rich people. Until a system appeared before him, he would gain many abilities and make him a rich man. "With this I will have fun. I can do anything and become anything. I have a Career System Simulator that you don't have."

Living an unfulfilling life and dying a tragic death, Alph Quint is transmigrated into a world filled with magic and wonder. However unlike what he had always believed, transmigration turned out to be a free ticket to tragedy as one peril after another fell on him, sometimes making him loose the very will to go on. Will Alph crumble and break from the pressure of being a main character or will he rise from the ashes like a phoenix and create a tale so epic that it shakes the heart of those who read it? [Author's Note] Hello, I would like to thank all those who clicked my novel, thank you, and I hope that you will enjoy the ride as Alph Quint and I myself evolve through the course of the story to hopefully carve out a masterpiece. I'm not a native English speaker and my writing skills might not be top class, but I promise that both my writings skills and the story itself will only get better as we progress.

little boy cried" mama mama papa where are we going" he sniffed "Carlos baby don't cry mama is here for you" she said " Stop playing around with that kid Margaret and pack the bags" father said "mama papa please i do not want to go anywhere i want to stay here with Janette"the little boy thats not up to 10 years old "Carlos where we are going to you would find new friends infact more than a hundred friends" she said "Mama but i really like Janette she really friendly"the boy said "They are here " the father said "Open the door or we will break it down" the village judge said "Honey what are we going to do"she said "You and Carlos go through the back door ill b right behind you" " Honey I can't leave u here " she said "I said go now!".

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.