I'm A Snake

I thought Sofia was a faithful wife. She was always gentle and acted as if I was the only one. But when I went to surprise her on our anniversary, I was more surprised. I saw her making love to another man in our room. They even continued making love after they saw me. I was heartbroken and completely humiliated as a man. And what broke my heart even more was the reason she gave for cheating on me. She said I was just a poor man who couldn't make her happy. We divorced on the spot and I left angry and disappointed. On the way I passed through a very thick white fog and was instantly transported. I was in Smoky Hollow, a place in another dimension. I was given a system that changed my life. I had to hunt around Smoky Hollow to get coins that could be exchanged for money. I was suddenly a billionaire and I was going to make everyone who insulted me regret it.

I hated being locked up like a damsel in distress. Like I was some princess that needed constant protection, but deep down I was grateful. I was still struggling to summon my powers, so if I was attacked alone I would be defenseless. I understood why Valerian wanted me to stay confined within the walls of our home since there was a protection spell suffocating the entire atmosphere that surrounded it. But I was so bored. Valerian was not there to take me out and keep me occupied with his cocky smiles and quirky comments. The only thing I could think to do to pass the time was to take a stroll around the castle grounds. I exited out into the courtyard and walked past the beautiful wooden benches and vibrant trees. Roses of every colour confiscated the grounds and it was like I was walking through a rainbow. My fingertips caressed the petals and I inhaled the sweet scent of their exquisiteness as I walked through the trails. I was so mesmerized by the area that I didn’t realize where I was going. I gasped as I reached for the next rose in my path, and it crumbled from my touch. The rest of the walkway was filled with black and decayed roses that tumbled to the ground like ash from a horrible wildfire. My frightened eyes glared out into the distance as I realized the dead flowers led to a shadowy tunnel made from black brick. A sign barely dangling from a broken chain at the top of the entrance read ‘dungeon.’ My body cringed at the sight. This was the dark side of Valerian that I knew and wanted to avoid as much as possible.

They burned my mother's name into the dirt and sold my sister to silence. Ten years ago I was a boy who could not stop them. Tonight I walk back into Ironport as a stranger, and nobody in this city knows that the empire whispered about in war rooms and black markets across three continents answers to me. I came back for two things. My sister, locked behind a fence and told for six years that she is broken. And the truth about the night my mother died, a truth this city buried so deep it forgot to check whether her son would ever come digging. They think the past is buried. They are about to learn that I dug it up, and I brought fire. But some of the people I trust most are not who I think they are, and the closer I get to the truth, the more I realize the enemy I came home to destroy might already be sitting at my own table, wearing a familiar face. Every step forward costs me someone I love, and every answer I find only opens a door onto a darker one. And somewhere in the middle of a war I never meant to survive with my heart intact, a woman on the wrong side of this fight is starting to make me forget why I came back cold. I built ten years of armor around myself for exactly this city. I never planned on anyone finding a way through it. They think I am a stranger. They are about to learn I am the storm they built with their own hands, and this time, I am not leaving until every debt is paid in full.

They call me Julian Mercer and I keep my head down because I learned the hard way that a name can be a target. I answered an ad for a rental and signed a paper I promised myself I’d never sign: a marriage contract. The job was simple — be the son-in-law for thirty days, take the money, be gone. The family needs a “son” to secure a heritage grant and I need the cash to buy a clean slate. What I didn’t plan for was the way Lila Ardmore looked at me like she already knew what I was hiding. Another thing I didn’t plan for was the ledger in an old piano and the way a neighbor called my mother’s name, and the knot in my gut that felt like an alarm the night someone tried to burn the past into ash. I came to act. I stayed to fix what I broke, and the longer I stayed the more I realized the man I was taught to be will not survive who I have to become. If you want my story, read it from where the dark starts.

“I buried you,” the traitor whispered. “Then dig deeper,” Kaelen replied, voice like sand on steel, “because I’m not done rising.” Zaria stood behind him, the wind pulling strands of her hair like fire-dancers in the dusk. “Let them come,” she said. “We burn hotter together.” The masked woman landed beside them, blades humming with heat. “You still don’t get it,” Kaelen muttered, watching the desert pulse like a living thing. “Get what?” “This isn’t a fight for gold.” “Then what is it?” Kaelen smirked, cracked lips bloodied. “It’s the reckoning.” Kaelen was left for dead in the scorching sands of Sutekh; stripped of his name, his wife, and the child he never met. But the desert doesn’t forget. It carves vengeance into bone. Now, Kaelen rises from the ruins of betrayal as something more than a man: marked by ancient fire, hunted by his half-brother, and haunted by what he can’t remember. As he claws his way back through a kingdom built on secrets, one thing drives him: Zaria. His wife. Missing, maybe dead; or worse, weaponized by those who want to claim a legacy soaked in blood. But Zaria is no victim. Imprisoned and pregnant, she holds the key to an empire long thought dead. And when her twin sister emerges from the shadows to seize that power for herself, love becomes war — and the price of legacy is life itself. In a world where loyalty is a lie and prophecy demands sacrifice, Kaelen must decide: will he reclaim what was stolen; or burn it all to the ground? OF FLAME, SAND, AND GOLD is an epic fantasy of fire-forged vengeance, unbroken love, and the rebirth of a forgotten kingdom.

She thought she was using him. He'd been searching for her for twelve years. "Listen carefully," Diana Morrison's voice cuts through the study like ice. "These are the terms of our marriage arrangement, and they are non-negotiable." Marcus Hayes sits across from her in his worn suit, agreeing to every humiliating condition without protest. Separate bedrooms. No physical contact. Divorce after one year. "Do you have any backbone at all?" Diana demands, frustrated by his compliance. What she doesn't know: Marcus is the Supreme God of War of West America, commander of armies, controller of trillion-dollar empires. Twelve years ago, a starving orphan boy received kindness from a young girl who shared her meager lunch. He never forgot her. Now that girl stands before him—cold, calculating, believing she's trapped a desperate nobody in a fake marriage to escape her family's control. "Perhaps I am desperate," Marcus admits softly. "But not in the way you think." When the Romano and Bennett families attack, when her business crumbles, when assassins lurk in shadows—Marcus moves like the warrior he is, leaving enemies broken and allies in awe. "Who are you?" Diana whispers, watching him dismantle threats with surgical precision. Marcus's slight smile holds secrets that could reshape nations. "I'm your husband." She thought their contract marriage had an expiration date. She has no idea the Supreme God of War never lets go of what's his. He spent twelve years building an empire to be worthy of protecting her. Now he'll spend a lifetime proving she was always meant to be his.

"How would you feel about facing death, knowing you've been cast aside by the people you loved the most?" Bryan pondered this question as it echoed in his mind, but as he opened his eyes to a new beginning, a fresh chance at life, he felt a surge of determination. He was willing to do whatever it might take to make those who had caused him pain pay, even if it meant shedding tears and blood as he had suffered. "Bryan, Mom was wrong. Please come back to us," "Bryan, Dad admits his mistakes, please forgive me and return to us?" "Bryan, we're sorry for neglecting you, we regret it now," even his three sisters who despised him the most. These were the same people who had never spared him a single glance, despite his longing for their love and affection his entire life, even when he lay on the brink of death they chose an outsider over him, now they beg for his forgiveness and plead for his return, it was ironic, almost laughable. "I don't have a family, and I'm perfectly fine being an orphan," Join the incredible journey of Bryan Winterwood as he goes from being an orphan to discovering as the long-lost son of one of the richest families, but despite appearing to be having everything there's nothing for him not even love until the moment he was dead, just when it seems like everything ended, fate has its own play for him, Bryan is given a second chance, instead of embracing the life of an heir to a billionaire family, he decides to walk away and return to the life of an orphan once again to rise and shine by his own

No one came any closer to me since I began to hear voices. It was as if I possessed some kind of aura that attracted everyone, like a field that attracted people. I was either insane or a monster, which I suppose I could be, according to everyone at school. I was able to hear what others were thinking, but no one else seemed to be able to, and some of them remembered me from first grade, when everything first started. I was able to focus better on school because I was isolated, and I loved to do well in school. Since I learned how to silence the voices, at least it had. Before that, I was unable to think in light of the consistent clamor of every other person's brain pounding me constantly.

"Kill them all...Burn it down..." Those are the words I heard echoing in my head ever since the day I woke up in Lorelei. The voice sounds familiar. I've heard it before. But would it be crazy if I said it sounded like me? Would it be crazy...if I said i remembered dying? Utterly rediculous. To repeat the same thing over and over, expecting a different result while changing absolutely nothing. I was the son of a Duke and a commoner in a foreign land. Through pain and suffering, I somehow managed to marry a beautiful Princess of that land. You know...after my father got eaten by a dragon. And after being locked in a dungeon and tortured by her insane sister... But none of that matters now. Because my world lies in ruins. Everyone I've ever known is dead. All except my beloved, who stands to protect me with her shield. But I don't mean to say that things have been destroyed... What I mean, is much simpler. Avernia is gone. Gone forever. Lost to the plague I called 'The Black Ooze'. But I'll avenge it. I'll kill the one responsibke for massacring my family and destroying my world. They'll regret having made an enemy out of me. Because the sword I wield is called Vengeance. The Overseer sword. The Omni-Weapon. No matter the cost...I will have vengeance. I'll kill them all. I'll burn everything down. Author's note: I sincerely hope you enjoy my work, but keep in mind that I am my own editor and I don't see everything. there might still be a few errors. Sorry! This is an original work.

"Oh shut up, please!" Olivia said dismissively without any hesitation, standing up and folding her arms to her chest. Jason looked shocked, his eyes moved to her, then to the others, who still hadn’t said a word in his defense. "Why have you chosen to be this useless?" she continued in a low growl. "You haven’t worked a single day since we got married. Maybe you just like sitting in that chair, being pitiful, and using it as your excuse for why you're a broke man." Jason’s teeth clenched. He wanted to defend himself, to explain again, but the moment he opened his mouth, Olivia raised a hand. "Don’t say a word, I’m not done. You think you can play the victim forever? My family paid for your therapy, flew you around the world, gave you access to the best doctors, and yet here you are, back with the same damaged spine and still sitting in that chair." She rubbed her forehead. Jason lowered his gaze, disappointed at her reaction but he didn’t talk.