I Need You To Hate Me

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!"

“Don’t make a scene, Marcus.” Sophia’s eyes, always so cold, flicked over him as if he were an unwanted stain. “A Saintess can’t be sullied by a man like you. Keep your distance.” For three years, Marcus Steel was a ghost in his own marriage. His wife, worshipped for her holy power, never let him near—not even a touch, not a night together. Yet every gathering, she let Alexander—her so-called ‘brother,’ his former best friend—rest his head in her lap, her hand stroking his hair, their laughter intimate and careless for the world to see. “Does it ever bother you?” Marcus whispered one night, desperation thick in his voice. “That you give him what you never gave me?” Sophia only smiled, distant as ever. “Alexander needs me. You… you’re just my duty.” When the earthquake shattered the banquet hall, Marcus reached for her through the falling debris. “Sophia! Please! Just take my hand—help me!” But her golden barrier was already around Alexander. She didn’t even look at Marcus as he screamed, “I’m your husband! Don’t leave me—” “I can’t save everyone,” she said, voice like ice. “Alex is injured. I promised to protect him.” As rubble crushed his body and hope faded, something ancient awoke in Marcus. Flames danced in his blood, power surging from the pain, the betrayal. From the ashes of humiliation and heartbreak, a dragon roared to life. Marcus Steel is dead. The Dragon King rises—and the Saintess will beg for mercy she never showed.

“You went to prison for me, Marcus... and I still chose him. What does that make you now?” “A God,” he replied, eyes glowing with divine fury. “One you’ll live to regret betraying.” After three years in a prison he could have shattered with a single thought, Marcus Kane—known once in legend as the God of War—returns to a broken world. His family, ruined. His mother, blind. His honor, mocked by the woman he sacrificed everything for. But behind his calm eyes now burns celestial fire. While mortals whisper rumors of his past, Marcus walks among them with godlike power cloaked in human skin. When thugs threaten his mother, they kneel. When doctors fail, he heals with ancient arts. When traitors laugh at his downfall—he answers with divine retribution. “You dare call me a beggar?” “You’re lucky I don’t call down heaven itself.” From luxury mansions to blood-soaked banquets, Marcus reclaims his destiny. As he crosses paths with powerful CEOs, martial masters, and an infuriatingly stubborn heiress named Valentina Romano, one thing becomes clear— They mocked the man. They will worship the god.

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.

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.

Franklin's poisoned hands touched the wall, and immediately, the snake-like venom with which his hands decorated crawled up the walls. Tightening itself over the blocks, making the little crumbles gather on the forest floor, dying along with everything around it, Franklin watched as his poison worked on the walls. “Stop, this is unlike you. You can always change yourself,” said a voice that Franklin did not acknowledge at first. “You don't know me. I was born for domination and conquering.” He said as though he was trying to convince himself. “You are a giver of life. What gives you the right to think like that?” The female's voice was angry now. She emerged from the trees to stand before him. “I am a feeder of light, nothing more. I will conquer all who thought I was weak,” Franklin said, seething with anger now looking at who it was. “You think you're so bold, follow me and let's find out,” Lily said as she started running the opposite way. She aimed to let him come jolting out of his reverie, and if she tried all, then so be it. With a growling snarl, Franklin stopped forcing the walls to come down and took off after Lily. He had the mission to eliminate her once and for all.

"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.

Orphaned and mistreated, Darius West lives a life of relentless struggles until he crosses paths with a tragic beauty. He rescues her, falls deeply in love, and they marry. Yet, her heart remains cold, her affection never kindled. In a moment marred by bitterness and harsh words, Lydia coldly ends their marriage. "Here, take this," she sneers, throwing the divorce papers at him. "I'm done with you, pauper. I never should have married a worthless bastard like you. I regret the day I ever laid eyes on you." Heartbroken yet defiant, he vows, "One day, Lydia, you'll see the value of what you've discarded. And don't expect mercy then." Just as despair seems to have the final say, fate intervenes with an unexpected situation that changes everything—revealing him as the heir to the wealthiest man on the planet. With newfound wealth and power at his fingertips, he embarks on a journey of retribution. "I've been through hell and back," he declares, "but now, I've got the power to turn the tables. I'll make those who mistreated me beg for mercy. It's time for payback, and I'm ready to collect."

Blake glanced at everyone in the room. Despite how they just treated him, he went down on his knees to beg them, throwing the shame and the hurtful feeling he was having at that moment through the window. “Please help me, my sister is dying. Even if you don't pay me for being a substitute husband on the wedding day like you promised, I will pay back every single penny” he pleaded. Maria kicked him hard on his stomach, making him stumble on the ground. “Were you assuming that I would give you a ten million you didn't work for? Are you stupid or pretending to be stupid?” she fired. Maria used Blake to save her face that day, a year ago. He was just the perfect person she needed, he was a cleaner, and it also felt like he needed money. Promising him money was the only thing that got him married to her. He is just a wretched pauper, she would never give her money to someone like Blake. “How do you intend to pay back if we lend you the money? From your part-time jobs?” she taunted. “Is leeching off us not enough? Now, you want more?” Mrs Jones added, bursting into a cynical laughter. “What have you done for us? You couldn't afford your tuition fees and dropped out because of that, what should I expect from someone of your caliber?” At that moment, Blake knew that they would not help him no matter what. Standing up with a shallow sigh, he peeked at them and shook his head. What was he thinking? **** Just when he thought life has ended, Blake found out that he was the owner of a company worth trillions of dollars. Will he seek revenge or hide his identity from his In-Laws?

She was a destitute woman whose life was dependent on others. She was forced to be a scapegoat and traded herself, which resulted in her pregnancy. He considered that she was the ultimate embodiment of evil as she was greed and deceitful. She tried all her efforts to win his heart but failed. Her departure made him so furious that he searched through the ends of the world and managed to recapture her. The whole city knew that she would be shredded into a million pieces. She asked him in desperation, “I left our marriage with nothing, so why won’t you let me go?”In a domineering tone, he answered, “You’ve stolen my heart and given birth to my child, and you wish to escape from me?”