İş Yeri Romantizmi

What is the role of those third-rate villains in games or novels? I asked this question to myself quite a number of times. They don't have major screen time, but some of them have a huge effect on the storyline. And, if one of them hadn't played their role correctly, what would happen to the storyline? It seems like I am going to answer those questions since I became the third-rate villain in an RPG game. ------------------------------0----------------------------------- Chapter length 1000-2000 words.

"He's just a piece of shit who wasn't worth my time," - Ex-wife. "I managed to get what I want from him so I don't need him anymore," - Former best friend. "That lad has the potential! He's going to be my next heir!,"- Godfather. Leo lost platinum and gained a diamond instead! From that moment, he plotted his revenge on those who had made him grovel at their feet.

[WARNING THIS IS AN EROTICA NOVEL MEANT FOR SPECIAL AUDIENCES] it will include harem, MC stealing girls, humiliation,bdsm, Lolita, Maledom and so on. It's really funny to be bored with your normal, partying but not having women you want, Well shit happens I got reincarnated as a prince with an incubus system abilities, I need to rule the world, just kidding fuck my way up to the top (Please I am not perfect, but promise to meet up with you taste.)

Adrian had planned the perfect anniversary dinner—Vanessa’s favorite dishes, a warm, quiet home, and even time for their daughter, Lily. But as the clock neared midnight, his excitement turned into a hollow silence. Vanessa stumbled in, drunk and careless, not even noticing the effort he had put in. She tossed her purse on the couch, waved him off, and mocked his calls. “Can you stop calling me all the time? I was at a banquet, making connections, actually contributing to this family,” she snapped, her words dripping with contempt. Adrian stayed calm, trying to remind her of the night’s significance. But Vanessa scoffed, mocking the anniversary, humiliating him further. “Everyone asked why I didn’t bring a male companion. I wanted to sink into the floor. Imagine saying, ‘My husband is home babysitting a kid.’ I’d rather say my goldfish ran away!” She continued, bitter and harsh: “If I didn’t get pregnant, I’d never have married you. Lily slows me down, and you… you slow me down the most.” Adrian, silent but composed, finally spoke: “Let’s get a divorce.” Vanessa erupted in rage, smashing the dinner he had prepared, shattering more than just plates. In that moment, Adrian walked away, leaving the chaos behind.

“I won’t rest till the Hastings are on their knees begging me for my forgiveness, for all the pain they caused me in the past. Till then, I’ll ensure their life is a living hell.”

In 2030, a giant wormhole appeared above the Pacific Ocean. Scientists believed that it was a portal leading to another world besides earth. The United Nations decided to send a drone to investigate this phenomenon, but one hour after the drone entered, disaster struck. The wormhole suddenly became twice as large followed by a yellow gas pouring out. Two brothers, Lee Young-soo and Lee Min-su watched from a Television store, as their mother died while reporting the incident for South Korea's International News Station. ******** With the camera on her, she raised the mic to her lips and started speaking. “Young-soo, if you're watching this with Min-su, I want you to cover his eyes. Don’t let him see this.” Young-soo who was by his brother’s side raised his left hand and covered his eyes. “No!” Min-su protested and tried to remove his brother’s hand, but it stayed firm over his eyes. Young-soo was watching his mother on the television screen with slightly red eyes, as he bit his bottom lip so hard a few droplets of blood fell to the ground. “I want the both of you to know that I love you with all my heart and that I’m sorry I won’t be able to see the two of you go off to college and get married someday.” Tears started to fall from her eyes as she spoke her next words. “Young-soo, I want you to protect Min-su when I’m gone, and... Crash!!” With a violent jerk, the yellow gas engulfed the helicopter causing the cameraman to drop the camera, cutting off the transmission.

'What did I do to deserve all this?' James thought to himself as tears of sorrow and regret streaked down his eyes, 'Just because I'm the unwanted one? They've decided to treat me like trash and throw me away. Well, I've decided to grant them their wish– I'll die here and save everyone the bother of seeing a failure like me.' **** The next time he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a light blue screen hovering in front of his face. 'What the hell is this?' [Ding!] Now armed with the power of the system, James Jade embarks on a grueling journey of revenge against those that made his life a living hell.

They mocked me, turned me into a clown show, and my one true love betrayed me. All because I was poor and a nobody. Now, I have a Wealth Generation System. They will all regret it!

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."