I Grow Stronger By Eating

In a world overrun by dungeon gates and deadly monsters, a boy loses his family and is left to raise his two younger siblings alone. To keep them fed and safe, he throws himself into the most dangerous dungeons, braving constant peril and terrifying beasts, surviving life and death situations. This is a story of a young man named Kage Lindsay as he fights his way up from the bottom to become one of the greatest Hunters alive.

Benjamin was a nobody, a common scholarship student and an orphan with no support, he only had his girlfriend, the woman he gave everything to even when he had nothing. Their relationship was kept secret because Annabelle said she detested attention but during an excursion, she was shamelessly flirting with the school richest guy, Bryant a spoilt egoistic brat and when Benjamin confronted her gently, she felt embarrassed, like he was doing too much, like he was a pest disturbing her. And even when disaster struck, and Annabelle had the chance to save him, she left him to his death but Benjamin didn't die, choosing to protect a man that wasn't there when he was. But something mysterious happened to him afterwards.

She awakens in a Cthulhu world with hazy recollections. Danger lurks and stalks her from the beginning. The steam era of the nineteenth century greeted her at the gates of hell.

BLURB When the world ended, humanity received a choice: fight terrifying monsters or hide. Disgraced stuntman Gideon Vance chose a third option: turn the apocalypse into a live broadcast. Unlocking the forbidden Panic Engine System, Gideon discovers a lethal truth—the more terror, shock, and rage he inflicts on his viewers, the richer he gets. While others cower, Gideon leaps off burning skyscrapers, trolls high-tier beasts, and turns life-or-death survival into a high-octane spectacle. Every screamed reaction buys him S-Rank weapons, infinite resource fortresses, and orbital strikes. The alien overlords wanted a bloody game show, but Gideon is using their own broadcast to build an invincible empire. The stream is live. The world is watching. And Gideon is about to pull his deadliest stunt yet…

Caelan Voss spent four years behind bars to protect the woman he loved, and when he came back, what he got wasn't a warm embrace but divorce papers. Abandoned by his wife, humiliated by her family, driven out of the hospital where he once thrived, everyone in Velmont was convinced Caelan was finished. What they didn't know, those four years in prison didn't destroy him, but turned him into something far more dangerous than they ever knew. Now Caelan Voss is back, not to apologize or beg for sympathy, but to force everyone who ever stepped on him to kneel at his feet.

I remember the day everything burned like a wound that would never heal. Flames stole my family — my parents were ripped from me, my little brothers and sisters turned to ash — all because debts bled our name dry. They came in the night with torches and cold mouths, set our home alight, and watched the world I knew collapse into smoke. When I thought the world had taken its last piece of me, something — someone — stepped through the blaze. I could not tell if it was man or woman; the fire kept the savior's shape blurred and holy, as if the flames themselves had given birth to a protector. They pulled me from the ruin and vanished like a promise. For seven years I answered a different kind of fire. I joined the army and let the drill and the discipline burn the broken parts clean. My hands learned steel. My bones learned marching. My nights learned keeping watch. I learned how to turn pain into armor, sorrow into strategy. I was forged in training fields and battle lines until a new name fit me. I am Kaelor Thane now — not a child who once cried over ash, but a force that arrives on the war road without apology. They called me the God of War because I learned to move like thunder and strike like winter. I carry no mercy in my pocket; I carry only the weight of a debt to be settled. Those who think they can stand between me and what I owe will learn the hard truth: I do not forgive. I do not forget. I return to make the ledger even, and I will make them pay in ruin, pain, and a silence that remembers my name.

"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 ]

"There are two types of people in the world after going to hell, the ones who will do anything to protect others so that they don't go through the same pain as them and the other who will do anything to let the world know about their pain, the former is called a hero and the latter is called a villain and I shall be a Villain"- Zhan

“Mission is the reason people exist” In his previous life, Raymond was a wildlife biologist with the promise of career advancement, but an accident caused him to lose his legs at a very young age. From there, he retreated into the background, becoming a logistics, remote facilitator, and instructor for other young people. A part of his enthusiasm was no longer causing him to gradually forget what an active guy he used to be. He thought everything would pass like that, but a new mission accidentally welcomed him into the Great Myth world. A fanciful world in the story where two species: humans and dragons are having a fierce battle. He was summoned by the dragon king to continue his path, protecting the safety of dragons. Reincarnation brings with him in-depth knowledge of the characteristics and behavior of wild animals, whether Raymond fulfills his mission to resolve the conflict between the two factions, or will he be failed because of the dangerous force lurking behind.

Derek Cross spent five years in a cage like an animal for a crime he never committed — because the woman he loved begged him to take the fall. He believed it was an accident. He believed she was worth it. He was wrong on both counts. The moment he walks free, Vanessa is waiting — not to welcome him home, but to destroy him in front of a stranger's kiss. Nolan Frost, heir to the Iron Talon Gang, wraps his arm around her waist and delivers the final blow: "Baby." He grinned around the word. "So this is the idiot who went to jail for me." Nolan was driving that night. Vanessa set Derek up from the beginning, orchestrating every tear, every promise, every year stolen from him — all to bury him while she climbed toward everything she'd taken. They think they've broken him. They have no idea what actually walked out of that prison. Two old men had quietly watched Derek from the inside — a martial master who rebuilt his body into something lethal, and a gentleman who handed him the one thing no fortune could buy: the chairmanship of Olympus, the empire sitting above every throne in Crown City. Even Darius Carter — the phantom underground emperor the city fears, the man two-thirds of its syndicates kneel to — is nothing more than Derek's errand boy. Derek doesn't want blood. Not yet. He wants Vanessa and Nolan to watch, in real time, as everything they stole is returned tenfold — while they kneel in the wreckage of what they threw away. Beside him stands Monica Hayden, the woman his godfathers chose — cold, brilliant, and the only one who ever saw what Derek Cross truly was. Not a loser. A storm nobody saw coming.