I Need You To Hate Me

Isaac a 24 years old young man, died after fighting cancer for the last two years of his life. He gets transmigrated to another Universe and became a king. But right after walking up he got a cold system to make him level up in a game world he played in his last life... ---- First time writing so, excuse the poor me, but I will try my best to deliver something good. ---- The cover isn`t mine, contact me if you want me to remove it. Contact me, Line: silverlance60

Steve is a man who became a son-in-law in the Griffin family. He was always looked down upon by them for not having much money or power, especially by Daniel, the person he hated most in life. Steve promised to avenge all the pain he felt. He will prove to the Griffin family that he can succeed beyond them all. Will Steve succeed in getting his revenge on the Griffins? What is his story to change his destiny? “I promise I’ll get even with you all until you apologize while crying blood and kneeling in front of me!”

Even the coldest heart would soon grow warm if she kept holding on to it. That was what she believed. That was why she became his unloved placeholder of a wife. Unfortunately, all her devotion only led to a heartless divorce. “She’s awake now,” he told her. “Step down and step away, you miserable knock-off.”Then, he left. When he came back, it was because he needed her to do something only an impostor could do: go to jail for his dream girl’s crime. Deirdre McKinnon was condemned to perdition. She lost her baby before it was born. She lost her face to violence. She lost the ability to see. It was two months of a hell-like nightmare. At last, something died inside her heart. Two years later, she found herself another man, but when Brendan Brighthall met her by pure happenstance, a new feeling was born in his heart: jealousy. There were no means too terrible, no scheme too underhanded—not if it meant he’d possess Deirdre’s heart again. And yet, she simply refused to love him anymore.“What do you want me to do, Deirdre McKinnon?! What must I do to go back to the good old days?” His eyes turned red. “I’ll give you everything I have!”“You gave me a copper trinket two years ago. It was a sorry excuse for a wedding ring, and yet I cared for it as though it was the most precious jewel in the world…“But now? Nothing you can give would be even remotely worthwhile. Not even you.”

Edgar, a young slave, gets slapped into the creepy valley of vipers, a place of utter darkness. His failure to return might not end the world full of freakish cultivators, but it would mean Fabby, his elder sister, has to spend her slave life alone among smiling predators that threaten her life and honor. But how can a cripple and an inexperienced Edgar survive the fall, then climb the valley that not even the most heinous criminals of the world would choose for a hiding spot? Even if he somehow does, will he continue to live as a slave, or will he fight for his and his sister’s ‘freedom’- the word a slave never even dared to whisper and live another day? Will Edgar keep swimming in suffering, or will he sink his teeth into the sharks that surround the siblings? “One day, I’ll set up an inn, and people will call me the Lady Innkeeper Fabby!” said Fabby, with her pretty nose turned up a bit. “Sounds cool, but what about me?” the innocent younger brother, Edgar, pulled her skirt and asked while licking on tamarind candy. “You’ll be a waiter, of course,” she assured. “Eh? Waiter?" his cute little expression warped very fast. "No, I don’t want it.” “You won't be a regular waiter but the head waiter!” “Still, no,” he shook his little head a little too quickly. “Why don’t you be the head waitress, and I’ll be the innkeeper!” “Huh? Then what’s the point of me dreaming of becoming an innkeeper, you idiot!” she caught his ear for a good bit of twisting. "Ow, ow, ow!"

"Daddy?" The small voice stopped Logan Hayes in his tracks, and his heart skipped a beat. He turned to face the boy staring up at him with wide eyes, eyes that reflected his own. "What did you call me?" Logan asked, his voice thick with disbelief and surprise, he has been waiting all his life for someone to call him a dad. "You're back?" Maya Dawson’s voice cut through the air, tense with shock and an unmistakable hint of anger. Logan turned slowly, meeting the gaze of the woman he had spent five years dreaming of. "I never wanted to leave." His words came out as a plea, filled with emotion. Maya shook her head, with a cold tone. "You didn't just leave, Logan. You disappeared." Logan stepped closer, narrowing his eyes. "You think I abandoned you? It was your family, Maya. They forced me out. I fought my way back for you only to find you married to someone else." Her voice wavered as she whispered, "You have no right to come back and disrupt my life now. Richard is my husband." Logan's voice dropped to a low, intense whisper. "Is he my son?" Maya’s silence told him everything. Five years ago, Logan Hayes was forced out of Maya Dawson’s life, pressured by her powerful family into walking away from their marriage. Once a struggling dock worker and the illegitimate son of the Carlton family, Logan left without a word, leaving Maya heartbroken and convinced he had abandoned her.

For years, Raka Nugroho endured humiliation as the "worthless" son-in-law of the Santoso family. Mocked by his wife, Nadine, and despised by his domineering mother-in-law, Rini, he was nothing more than an embarrassment—a man who would never measure up. But what no one knew was the truth. Raka is the hidden heir of the Pratama Group, one of Southeast Asia’s most powerful conglomerates. His grandfather, Pratama Wijaya, kept him in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to reclaim his legacy. That moment arrives at a high-profile family gathering. As the Santoso family schemes to replace him with the arrogant businessman Reza Mahardika, a respected board member of the Pratama Group shocks the room—bowing before Raka and addressing him with a title that changes everything. In an instant, the man they mocked is revealed as the true heir to a business empire. Now, Raka is done playing the fool. With power in his hands, he takes control of the Pratama Group, shaking the business world and forcing those who once scorned him to reconsider their place.His transformation leaves Nadine confused and intrigued—her internal conflict about Raka’s rise adds depth beyond just a "wife who regrets her choices." Not only the Santoso family, but everyone who mocked him—including Reza Mahardika—will have to face the consequences of underestimating him.

A group of humans destroyed the tradition carried out by the Jotun monsters for many years. That tradition is kidnapping human without any reason make the people of Taneee Village mad. It certainly caused the most dangerous hostility between the two. However, the war did not go smoothly when one of the monsters and humans fell in love secretly. Can their love come together between two different beings like them in a bad situation?

They called him broken, disabled, but all he saw was the perfect disguise. A cripple. Easy prey.  They thought they had won. Not only did they dance right into his traps, but they lived to regret it.  Kage Allen, underestimated and betrayed, used his cunning, wealth, and power to build his revenge. His ex-wife and best friend learned the hard way that some wounds run deeper than any orchestrated accident.  Revenge can never be too much, especially when served with karma.  Kage had the last laugh—and it was the best.

I'm a special guy, no doubt. No one can do what I do. No one has the ability I have and if the government found out about what I can do, they'd probably lock me up to do thousands of experiments on me... and yet, I still manage to do everything wrong. Even with all the advantages anyone can possess and having the literal answers from the universe, I am absolutely lost. In fact, the universe and I have a rocky relationship and are in a constant fight. So, I hope you know that the universe is telling my story wrong. I am not a genius, I am not an innovative visionary and more importantly: I AM NOT GAY.

Silence. Like a nice bucket of shhhhhhhhh. Everyone shut the effing fudge UP! That's all I've ever wanted. *Sigh.* But silence comes in different flavors. There's mint - the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a blanket. The kind I chase at 2 AM. I've cried once. Just once. With a bucket beside me, watching heroes with super suits and impossible strength tear each other apart. Somehow that feels less broken than my reality. Then there's the suffocating silence at school. Not an ice cream flavor. This one tastes like metal and shame. High school is my personal hell. Empty wallet, empty lunch tray, empty seat beside me like I'm radioactive. Empty soul on Wednesdays because middles are always the worst. *The usual.* But Emily made the silence bearable. Mint-flavored again. Until she broke something between us. *Snap.* One moment she's whispering secrets with me, the next she's weaponizing them. She scattered my private thoughts, added her own twisted lies. The betrayal burns hotter than the stares drilling into my back. I went from invisible to spectacle. Being a ghost feels like luxury when you're dodging spit balls and "accidental" lunch trays. But somewhere between my third panic attack and contemplating switching schools... *Something shifted.* Like in those games you play, when your character suddenly glows and the screen flashes: "New Skill Unlocked" And it wasn't just in my head. I tested it. Small things at first – a pencil moving across my desk when I focused hard enough. Then books. Then someone's lunch tray right as they walked past Emily. *tap tap tap* I used to think rock bottom was the end. *Well ladies and gentlemen,* it's just a really messed up spawn point. And now? I don't stumble from cliffs anymore. I swim in gravity, and dive head first.