I Raised An Obsessive Servant

Born into the most prestigious clan of sword masters, I was destined to become a legend. My father believed I would be his prodigy, training me relentlessly to awaken my Hakana — the power that defines a true master. My family had high expectations. My friends believed I would be the next mighty warrior. But everything shattered when my father was betrayed — murdered by his closest friend, who stole the power meant to be mine. Stripped of my birthright, cast aside as a nobody, I must now claw my way back from nothing. I will challenge the strongest masters, slay the demons in my path, and reclaim the power that was stolen from me. But as blood stains my hands and the darkness creeps into my soul, I must ask myself: Will I rise as the hero I was born to be? Or will I fall... and become the Demon Slayer I was never meant to be?

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.

"Congratulations, my Heir," a mysterious figure declared, "you have proven your worth, and you're now the Heir to the God of Healing and Medicine, Elandor!" Suddenly, I found myself in excruciating pain, hanging on the edge of a hill. The figure's words barely registered, and I felt like I was forgetting something crucial. Before I could make sense of it all, I blinked, and the pain was gone. My wounds had vanished, replaced by a newfound strength. There, around my neck, hung a gemstone amulet. I gasped as the amulet shone, flooding my mind with knowledge. "In the realm of healing, I'm the ultimate arbiter of life and death. As Elandor's heir, I command over ailments and the frailty of life. I am the embodiment of healing's power and authority." As memories flooded back, I realized why I was here. Darius Blackthorn, that treacherous scoundrel, had thrown me down this hill. "I won't let you get away with this. I'll have my revenge for all the pain you caused me. I'll show those Rossi family snobs who mocked me for being poor and treated me like a live-in servant. You'll regret ever looking down on me. I'm a god's heir, and you will pay for every bit of suffering you put me through." Fueled by rage, I stood there, determined to make them all pay.

"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.

Bruce Baron was nothing more than a cleaner struggling to keep his sick father alive. Mocked by the rich, humiliated by his ex-fiancée, and falsely accused of theft at an elite engagement party, Bruce’s life spiraled into ruin. Framed by the powerful Richardson family and given an impossible choice by a corrupt mayor to pay a one-million-dollar fine or spend ten years in prison. Then everything changed. After collapsing from grief and exhaustion, Bruce awoke in a luxury hospital, only to discover a truth that would shake his world: he’s not a nobody, he’s the long-lost heir to the trillion-dollar Baron Consortium. His real mother, Lady Scarlet, has finally found him after twenty-five years of hiding him from murderous family enemies. Now reborn into wealth and power, Bruce has only one mission: vengeance. With money, influence, and a new identity, Bruce begins his revenge. The same people who spat on him will now kneel. The ex-fiancée who betrayed him, the landlord who destroyed his family, the corrupt mayor who chose status over justice; all have debts to pay. But revenge comes at a cost. As Bruce climbs the ladder of power and dominance, will he remain the same man his father raised? Or will he lose himself in the world of wealth and wrath?

In a world where mortals strive to defy the heavens, where mountains float and oceans roar with spiritual beasts, the cultivation world stands on the edge of chaos. The Radiant Court rules above all—seven Thrones, unshaken for ten thousand years. They decide who rises. They decide who falls. But there is a legend whispered in silence. A name spoken only in riddles. A figure who once stood above the heavens… and walked away. Chen Fi. No one knows where he came from. No one knows how strong he truly was. Only the oldest cultivators remember the tremble in the world when he last raised a hand. They say he once refused the title of Immortal Emperor. They say he gave up the Nine Dao Thrones. They say he saw something beyond power… and chose peace. Now, hidden in a quiet valley unknown to most maps, he lives as a humble hermit—drinking tea, fishing under cherry blossoms, and raising a single orphan boy. But peace never lasts. When the world begins to stir—when arrogant sects send disciples to claim his land, when the Thrones grow fearful of a man they could never control—old echoes awaken. Chen Fi does not seek conflict. But should conflict find him… He reminds the world why it once knelt.

'Waah......waaah' My baby was crying tremendously and here I was thinking what was happening there. "It's ok child .Everything is going to be alright, The bitter seeds that I have sowed .I would not let you cut them in my instead ,that's my promise to you" Suddenly the horse slipped and I fell to the ground with my child intact. I mumble to myself "Is this what we call karma but still I must protect you .I Immediately left the horse and tearing the magic scroll .I whispered 'The Catholic Temple' "Bring that child to me," said Patricia, the Highest priest in rank. As he holds my child with care in both hands a question arises in his mind "What name do you like to give him? He is your son. It's wise if you give him a name." . I took a last glimpse afterwards,I turned my back against him before murmuring with an uneven heart."I always desire to call him Ryaniar ." I have been running Goddess. I have been running a lot from my destiny till my sister to the handmaiden. Everybody has been sacrificed against my bad fortune .It even did not let the white witch unstained. So how come I dared to fantasise a future that's very bricks was served by uncountable baits. If you are reading this letter then . At least I can entrust his safety to you. Please save my child in this life. Your deceased Isabella Facebook: https://m.facebook.com/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/mint_malimilkain10001/

Thrown out of the palace as a helpless child, Kayan knew nothing of his bloodline, nothing of the kingdom he was meant to inherit. Marked with the royal sign on his body an unmistakable birthright he lived nineteen years in obscurity, raised by a stranger who showed him kindness when his own family turned away. But fate does not forget. When Kayan returns to the palace, not as a prince but as a lowly cleaner, destiny begins to stir. A chance encounter with his grieving father reveals the truth: the boy once lost is the heir long sought after. The kingdom rejoices at his return, and his father’s heart finally heals. But beneath the celebration lies a darkness waiting to strike. The Queen his stepmother, who cast him out years ago wears her smile like a mask while plotting his death. His mother, haunted by guilt for nearly two decades, vows to protect him at all costs. And amid the shadows of revenge, Kayan finds love in the most unlikely of places a fellow cleaner girl with a secret of her own. Together, they must navigate the treacherous palace walls where betrayal hides behind silk curtains and loyalty is a dangerous gamble. As power shifts, old wounds reopen, and blood ties are tested, one question remains: Can the forgotten heir survive the crown that was always his?

Baracio Delano was a handsome young man of mixed blood. Bara was the son of a billionaire, Mr. Delano Mikhail, and Mrs. Nai Xin Luo. Bara’s life changed drastically when he lost both of his parents ten years ago. His life became like that of a statue or a robot constantly monitored. Bara was forced into marriage under the orders of Uncle Burhan, who had raised him all these years. On the night of his wedding, an incident once again shook Bara’s soul, causing his long-lost courage to resurface. After being betrayed and hurt, Bara became extremely cold and ruthless toward any woman who tried to approach him. Because he was too disappointed by a life that kept playing with him, Bara decided to leave. On the very night of his departure, Bara found a baby not far from his parents’ grave. Bara started his life from zero alongside the baby he had found. Since the moment he met the unfortunate infant, Bara’s life began to fill with unexpected fortune! Truths that had been hidden all this time finally started to unravel! It turned out that a great secret was the true cause behind the death of Bara’s parents. And after learning everything, Bara completely transformed into a cold-blooded monster!

This is a story of betrayal, revenge and most of all, mystery. For the longest time, all I've ever known was... Darkness. I was born and brought up in a family of royals, in a world of thorns and scorn, hate and greed, lies and betrayal, selfishness and parasitism. It wasn't easy surviving on my own but I found my way, in the shadows where I belonged. Many would envy and seek out my lifestyle because it appeared luxurious, and glorious even but it really wasn't. I was trapped in a neverending fight for control and most of all, my life only to see my death encroach slowly, to the point I started having nightmares about it. I was even abandoned by my own father. Well... It didn't matter. Because at the end of the day, I survive in between the light and darkness. I survive... In the shadows.