I Need Romance 2021

"I, Alastair of the Elderien's Keep, renounce you, Jaghryx as my Dragon. I break our connection, I break all that binds us together and I renounce my status as Dragonlord." *** Forced to renounce his dragon in an attempt to correct a fatal mistake, Alastair finds himself in a world of grief and chaos. But when he meets a child with a destiny far greater than his, he is forced to tear down the walls he had built to separate him from the world around. Will he succeed in bringing her to the light, becoming the salvation the world might just need against a great evil, or will she fall to the darkness, becoming the very thing that destroys the world itself? Stay and find out!

"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."

Jessy Jenkins: 21 years old hidden mafia princess. She just graduated from college hoping she can start a career by becoming a writer. Unfortunately that didn't happen because she's always in danger even not knowing it. But she tried to live her life as much as she could. She loves her family and friends and works at a nightclub called Sexy Kitties with her mom as a waiter. Her boss is her childhood crush but he didn't know that. Jessy always wanted a family of her own one day. Her father was never around but she knows he's watching her from a distance because her father's brother wants her and her mother dead.

They dragged his dying mother out of her hospital bed like she was garbage. Joshua Hart had endured three years of humiliation as the powerless live-in son-in-law of the wealthy Cavesh family. He swallowed every insult. Every sneer. Every reminder that he was “nothing.” All for one reason—his mother’s life depended on their money. Then, on the day she needed emergency surgery, they cut him off. “Admit your mistake. Apologize,” his wife said coldly. “Maybe then I’ll consider helping.” At the hospital, nurses laughed in his face. “Swipe your card, beggar.” “You can’t even afford oxygen in here.” They called security. They called him worthless. They didn’t know that twenty minutes earlier, a forgotten investment had turned him into the majority shareholder of Galaxy Tech. They didn’t know his account now held billions. They didn’t know the “pathetic son-in-law” had just wired one hundred million dollars to the very hospital trying to throw his mother into the street. When the director whispered, “Joshua Hart… the transfer came from you?” He simply picked up his black card and looked at them one by one. “You were right about one thing,” he said calmly. “I won’t beg.” Now the people who mocked him will learn a brutal truth: Never humiliate a man who has nothing left to lose—especially when he becomes everything.

My life has been thrown into chaos by the catastrophe that had befallen the planet. I'm one of the "chosen ones" who have been granted extraordinary powers by the System and my mission is to fight monsters and complete perilous tasks in order to save humanity! But then, A prophecy confronted me, warning that I would bring about the end of humanity. "What a joke!" I said in disbelief. "I'm not going to let that prophecy dictate my life!" I strived to become the most powerful person and prove that my destiny was in my own hands! I wanted to have whatever my heart desired, from power and fame to wealth and even women. You need to follow my journey and witness how an ordinary person like me can become the strongest person, one who will shape the destiny of the world!

Terry died when he was stabbed by Bobby shit. Instead of being sent to heaven, hell, limbo, or purgatory, Terry was sent back to earth by Saint Peter. His mission was to help hurl back the earthbound demons from Earth to their home in Ghoul.********* While Lucifer ruled over hell and demons, Samael had authority over the earthbound demons and their home in Ghoul. And it was his duty to keep them away from earth. But then, one or two among that spirit always escaped and they were caught before any damage was done. Saint Peter released the breath he had been holding. No doubt, Lucifer must be at the root of this. What is he up to? That lord of hell is as unpredictable as a loose cannon. "How can I be of help?" "I need some angels to help in bringing them back ." Saint Peter laughed sardonically, "You know that's impossible, right?" Sameal's grunted louder from the other side of the call. "Hmm... You will think of something, won't you?" "Sì." "Thank you." Saint Peter hisses and then presses the terminate button. "Saint Peter," Terry called out. The saint removed a pair of spectacles, wiped the glasses with an impeccable white handkerchief, and then placed the spectacles back at the edge of his nose. "I need your help, mortal."

After dying in a fission blast that decimated an entire state, Maxmillan's soul transmigrated into the body of a five-year old in a new world where Astra Mystralis — an energy that causes endless magical manifestations, could be harnessed and manipulated to invoke countless amazing magical effects. But unfortunately for Maxmillan, he couldn't sense or perceive Astra Mystralis, talk more of control or manipulate it and was therefore labeled a 'Reject' which prevented him from interacting with anyone in the society, since they avoided him like a deadly contagious plague that killed immediately it was contracted. So, with such a label accompanying Maxmillan everywhere, how would he survive? How would he fare against the oppressive, abusive and wicked intimidatory acts done to him by the proud and lofty casters of Astra Mystralis? Would he be able to thrive and function in a world where everyone, including five to six-year olds could control Astral Mystralis and bring about myriad fascinating magical effects? To know more, follow Maxmillan in his unfathomably-arduous journey as he tries to survive, thrive and defeat every nigh-insurmountable odd that would appear in his path using the Supreme Battle-Technology System; a dimension-warping, living technological consciousness that possesses near-infinite, super-advanced technologies and would rewardingly empower him with futuristic items like: Multiple-Barrel Laser Burst Emission Gun, Strength-Amplifying Exo-Mechanical Arms, Wide-Area Plasmic and Electric Arc Grenades, Outer-Space Fast-Flight Heavy Armor, Turbo-Thruster Propelled Super-Speed Ultracycle and many others, for as long as he can complete suddenly prompted tasks, quests and missions before their stipulated deadlines. So, with unending technological empowerments, biological augmentations, and advanced cybernetical fortifications obtained from the Supreme Battle-Technology System, watch how a war-seasoned Maxmillan will fight his way through teeming large numbers of Astra Mystralis users and gradually ascend to a great height of fame, honor and glory!

"Say olive, I need your brain for a sec" Olive frowned not expected such words. "Its rare for you to ask for advice, so what happened Marcus?" Olivia rested her chin on one hand looking intrigued. "Its just.." Marcus hesitated,his expression though made Olivia more intrigued. "You see...I think my sister wanted to sleep with me" Hearing such sinful confession left olivia's mouth hanging. "...what?..." She could only reply. "It started a month ago, remember our plan?" Olivia nodded. "Yeah I accidentantly told them I wanted to leave the house, then Cassie that woman actually followed me and saw me with Natalie" "Did the plan failed?" Marcus shook his head, "No, but its not the part you need to be concern of" "Okay okay sorry continue" A sigh escaped from Marcus,"Then when I came home they suddenly became touchy, I mean real touchy, one time they would deliberately show too much skin" "Are you sure you are not over thinking?" "Olive you know me, do you think I am the type to overthink?" "That's fair, but do you have any solid proof?" "There is actully..." He couldnt help but look down and whispered, "I got home drunk one night and...." "And?" "Dont tell me...you.." "No.." he denied instantly. "They just touch me" "Marcus, to be honest isnt it your fault?" The young man flinched his face from worry to devoid of any emotion. A calm stillnes came to him, he reach for his cup, drank and then said, "I did that for my own sake, I never knew they would react that way' Olivia nodded, "True but to think your manipulation will end up turning your adoptive sisters into seductive succubus. "Actully..." "Its not just them" "I think my adoptive mother is also in it"

Transferred to a technologically-advanced Earth as an infant from a planetary-powerhouse named Al-Vrygon, Geltorak—now Hunter Stone—blossomed into a highly-skilled fighter, a fearsome technologically-enhanced operative, and a globally-celebrated genius inventor. But at the age of 20, before Hunter Stone could really dream of achieving the status of god-like inventor, Earth suddenly plunged into a crisis of total destruction. A mysterious figure, predating Hunter's arrival, had abruptly risen to power and united the world as its inaugural hegemonic ruler. Unwilling to witness global annihilation, Hunter, who had undergone many training, began to forge alliances with tech-powered soldiers, mechanically-augmented battle veterans, and super-powered alien beings that resided on Earth. Together, they endured relentless violent conflicts and devastating battles against allied enemy forces, as they strived to avert the foreseen apocalypse—a looming decimation of Earth and the extermination of all living beings. Emerging as the revered leader of a particular faction in a desolate, war-torn Earth, Hunter embarked on a space odyssey to seek certain answers. But he became inadvertently ensnared in a scheme that led to the unceasing subjugation and eventual annihilation of numerous planets by a malevolent cosmic force. Determined to halt the unending planetary destructions, Hunter traversed dimensions to lost otherworldly civilizations, where he gathered materials to construct god-like technological wonders, and colossal supermachines known as Divinity-Machines—behemoth cosmomechanical marvels capable of rivalling the grand cosmic powers of hypothetical outer-space omniversal gods. Accompanied by his planet-shaking monolithic inventions, and adorned with the myriad god-subduing items that he built, he gradually formed alliances with friends, numerous other beings, and potent huge armies from distant planets, all sharing the hope of thwarting the tyrannical nefarious power from advancing in its wicked conquest! Yet, the looming question persisted: Would Hunter Stone really succeed, or would he become a mere remnant in the annals of cosmic history?

"We'd like you to come with us to the station immediately," Vanessa's heart began to beat faster, "I don't understand," she said, "What for?" "Mrs Spencer, you're wanted as a prime suspect in the murder of your husband, Mr Christopher Wesley. You need to come with us to the station for questioning. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you do or say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. I suggest you don't try to resist. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?" Vanessa's jaw dropped. Christopher was dead! It was impossible to believe. She'd just spoken to him that afternoon. It had to be a mistake. She nodded, "I…. I…. I need to call my lawyer," she said, when she finally found her tongue," "Ma'am, you can do that at the station. Turn around, please," —----------- Politician and governorship candidate, Christopher Wesley is dead; shot in the head right in his own house. The killer is unknown, but the police have a suspect —his estranged wife, Vanessa Spencer Detective Alaric Harper and his partner are placed in charge of this case and at first Alaric is certain that Vanessa had killed her husband. Her motive? He's not sure of. When Vanessa begins to get calls from an unknown person wanting money he claims Christopher had stolen, Alaric has no choice but to accept that their killer is yet to be found. He is determined to get to the bottom of this case and he's sure that he will, but one thing he never expected — falling for Vanessa.