I Need You To Hate Me

“Aria, don't make me lose it. I’m talking about Ethan. Our three-year-old son who is living abroad.” Max reminded her. “Umm…Max, I get that your pocket is empty, but does your brain have to be empty, too? I mean, how could you believe in the existence of a child you’ve never seen? Like how?” Aria asked, seemingly stunned by Max’s dumbness. Max, still not able to comprehend the situation, asked, “So, are you saying our son is not abroad?” “Dumbass, she’s saying there is no son! There have never been! Gosh, how are you so slow?” Ava wondered, shaking her head in disbelief. ***** For three years, Maximilian Stratford, the CEO of PetroVista, a trillion dollar oil and gas group of companies, hid his identity to win a challenge against his grandpa's. For three years, he lived with his in-law, enduring insults and humiliation. For three years, he loved blindly believing in the existence of a son that doesn't exist. For three years, he worked hard to provide for the child, doing menial jobs he had no idea existed until now. Now he knows everything and is ready for revenge against his wife and her family …but they was a reason his grandpa gave him such a challenge, which he failed to realize in those years. What is the reason? Will he ever be able to find out and properly get his revenge?

Eren grew despising the power those who claimed to protect his world possessed, later hating its wielders when he found out they were responsible for his mother's death. But when he is given the very power he detested with a chance to bring down the forces responsible for his mother's demise, will Eren stay true to his hate and anger or will he grow to love the very world he had sworn to destroy? **** [System alert: You have died!] [System alert: Your blood has been absorbed!] [Blood refining in process] [Blood refining halted!] [You have entered the Dream state - Welcome Eren]

Constantine was once the God of Mercenary, feared and revered by all who knew him, but an accident on the battlefield cost him his reputation and stripped him of his title. Now he is simply Constantine Easton, a low rank security guard and the estranged son of a billionaire father that didn't want him. He is a man who likes staying at the bottom and living his life without the struggles of being at the top, but what happens when the only way to protect all the beauties around him is climbing to the top? "You think you can take what is mine because you're stronger than me? You don't know who you're dealing with." If life throws a bullet his way, he'll pick it up and shoot the hell out of whoever dares get on his nerves. If he had touched the sky before, then he'll go past the stars now. "Only I will be king."

Heavy panting and footsteps could be heard as the criminal ran down the stone cold alleyway, trying and helplessly failing to get away from him. Of course he had heard of him, the one who always gets his target, the one so terrifying that he got the name the reaper but he had never thought they would meet face to face. ***** The reaper is a skilled assassin tasked with the task of killing Park Hajun an influential politician with a high bounty on his head. He is an untouchable killer who evades capture and always gets his target. As elusive as a ghost he comes and goes living no trace, striking fear in all his victims but one. Park hajun is determined to unmask the person who is trying to stop him from achieving his dream and he will use any means to unmask the reaper.

Miguel's hand crept to his face in shock. "Did you just slap me?" he asked Annabelle. Shock was written all over his face. Nothing like this had ever happened. Annabelle folded her arms across her chest and stared back at him without any sign of remorse. "I would do it again if you don't learn to accept your place," she told him coldly. "My... place?" Miguel said. He would be angry that she hit him in the face, but at that point he hadn't fully understood what was happening. Just then, Mrs. Adolfo stepped forward to stand in front of him, just beside her daughter, Annabelle. "Enough of your ranting," she said to  Miguel. "Ranting is all you can do. While your mates are out there making money, you are ignorant of everything else."

"Mr. Verus,” she said, “the surgery has already been paid for.” Cassius blinked, stunned. “What? By who?” Before the nurse could respond, a tall, imposing figure appeared. The man was impeccably dressed, his presence commanding attention. “I paid for it,” the man said, his deep voice resonating in the sterile corridor. Cassius stood, his body tense. “Who are you?” The man smiled faintly, extending a hand. “Augustus Verus,” he said. “Your father.” Shock coursed through Cassius. “My father?” he echoed, incredulous. “That’s impossible.” “It’s the truth,” Augustus said, pulling out a neatly folded envelope. Inside were photographs, documents—proof of their connection. “I’ve been watching from a distance, waiting for the right moment to step in. And now, it’s time.” Cassius stared at the evidence, his emotions a whirlwind of disbelief, anger, and curiosity. “Why now? Why not before?” Augustus met his gaze steadily. “Because you had to face life’s hardships to grow. But now, you’ve earned the right to know the truth—and the power to change your fate.” He handed Cassius a sleek black card. “This is yours. It grants you access to my wealth. Use it wisely.” Cassius hesitated before taking the card, his fingers trembling. The weight of everything that had happened—his humiliation, his sister’s injury, and now this revelation—threatened to overwhelm him. But as he looked at Augustus, determination flickered in his eyes. “I’ll use this,” he said quietly, “to protect Vinna—and to repay everyone who looked down on me.” Augustus nodded, a faint smile on his lips. “Then I trust you won’t disappoint me, son.” Cassius watched as Augustus walked away, leaving him standing in the sterile hallway, a man reborn."

"I'm going to make all of them pay. I will take revenge on everyone who abandoned me and my mother. I will deal with everyone who threw my mother out on the streets and made our life miserable. All of them." Ding! [You have activated the black card system.] Charles is the illegitimate son of an ultra rich family but he was kicked out with his mother at a young age. Now working as a delivery driver, his wife and her family despise and humiliate him for being poor. When his wife cheats on him, Charles swears to take revenge on everyone who betrayed him. And just then, he activated the black card system. With the help of the system, he will recognize his full potential and take his revenge on those who wronged him.

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.

I thought all the good fortune had finally come to me. The people I thought were my saviors turned out to be imposters. My life was miserable and full of ugliness until a servant came to me and told me who I really was. Covenglory, a surname that could frighten others, and I used that name to make them feel what I felt before.

Fen Lian was an ordinary young man who was known as useless trash because he could not cultivate on his own among the others. Fen Lian was often insulted or alienated because, out of the many disciples, he was the only one who was slow in grasping knowledge. When the others advanced, he would only stay at the same level as before, with no improvement at all. Even though he had practiced regularly just like the others. But all that changed when he found an ancient book that he believed belonged to his father or grandfather in ancient times. The book contained ancient moves that were rarely learned by today's warriors. Thanks to studying the contents of the ancient book he found, Fen Lian is now a great cultivator because of the book he found. There was even one skill that Fen Lian had successfully mastered. It was called the Nine Sun Style, and it was known to be extremely difficult. It was so difficult that no one could master it. "I didn't expect that I could have this knowledge; it's fortunate that I met the ancient book that I had despised badly. Now it's actually very valuable to me," said Fen Lian while hugging the worn brown-bound book. "You'll see, I'll prove it to all those who have insulted me as a hobo. I'll make sure they bow in shame at my strength now!"