I Raised An Obsessive Servant

“I’m major Kaelen, I live in this forest before you, this is my kingdom, and I will take you all down one after the other. Look closely at the ground beneath your boots, soldiers. That soil is already hungry. You arrived here thinking you were an army. You are just meat walking into a larder. You do not command this space; the shadows command you, and I am the hand that guides them. I will not fight your formations. I will bleed you drop by drop. Your patrols will disappear without a whisper. Your sentries will wake up finding the razor edge of my knife where their breath used to be. Go ahead, try to advance. You will find that retreat is impossible, surrender is irrelevant, and the only mercy you will receive is the speed of my strike. You will die lost, you will die afraid, and you will die remembering the sound of my name echoing through the impenetrable darkness. This is not a war you are fighting. This is an execution you insisted upon.”

Born and bred in the heart of Dansoman, Tero Mandem never had a silver spoon—just street smarts, scars, and survival. Abandoned by his father and raised by a market woman mother, Tero grew up in the cracks of Accra’s toughest corners: Lapaz, Mataheko, and the deep ends of Dancity. By seventeen, he had made his name feared. By twenty-one, he was leading a gang, living fast, and chasing fame through music, money, and madness. With his boys — Problem, O Don, O Von, Lovelone, and Biggie — they ran the blocks like kings without crowns. Studio by day, street by night, they were untouchable. Tero’s voice carried weight both on mic and in chaos. But the life came with a price — blood, betrayal, broken trust, and brushes with death. Fame wasn’t enough. The cheers grew quieter. The shadows got louder. When the streets turned cold and everything he built started falling apart, a moment came — in a police cell, heart racing, blood on his hands — where Tero saw more than the mess. He saw a man he didn’t recognize. And then, through an encounter he never expected, he found light. TERO MANDEM is a story of grime and grace. It’s the journey of a young Ghanaian man torn between power and purpose, sin and salvation, chaos and Christ. From backstreets to backstabbing, from betrayal to the Bible, Tero’s transformation is raw, real, and revolutionary. This isn’t just a gang story. It’s a redemption anthem. And when the street speaks, it speaks through scars — but also through the healing that follows.

In the cutthroat crucible of the city’s elite, Warren Buffet, a working-class man, was crushed under the weight of betrayal. Fired from his job, penniless, and struggling to provide for his wife and two kids, he returned home one fateful day to a soul-shattering sight: the city’s youngest billionaire defiling his matrimonial bed with his wife. The gut-punch didn’t end there. His wife, dripping with contempt, revealed the twins he’d raised for eight years weren’t even his. She sneered, calling him a deadweight, a failure who could never match her lavish desires. Divorced and discarded, she spat venomous truths that left Warren broken, his world in ashes. Not only that, Out of vexation he had used his belt on the youngest billionaire when he caught them so he had him set up and sent to prison... Not just any prison. Blackthorn! A hell on earth! The billionaires hands extended beyond the impenetrable prison to make life a living hell for him. But the city underestimated him. Fueled by rage and a burning need for retribution, Warren stumbles upon a mysterious ring—a dark artifact that anoints its bearer as the unchallenged king of the underworld. Imbued with unparalleled martial prowess and ancient medicinal knowledge, the ring awakens a new Warren, one forged in fire and vengeance. Every step he takes unravels treacherous alliances, crushes moral dilemmas, and obliterates those who dared to scorn him. Warren Buffet isn’t just rising—he’s rewriting the rules of power, and no one will ever call him deadweight again.

I reincarnated into a harem game that my best friend loved, my past memories are of a young gay man that was killed tragically by a drunk driver. I am now Yuki Aikyo a young aristocrat in the Romance Fantasy ++ universe. Follow me as I try and find romantic capture targets, avoid the pitfalls of pretty women and try to make it to high school.

How do you feel about life? Is it the purpose? Is it because everything must have a purpose? Explore the deep character of a creature, in search of the meaning of life. Commander Tatiana and her team explore the deepest parts of the Andromeda Galaxy. "From that moment, my existence became purposeless. I had no reason to exist. I started wandering around, going from one-star system to another without any objective. There were no directives in my command-level database so shutting myself down was impossible. I also could not simply jump into a star which would cause self-destruction because my self-preservation directive was still in place. So, my main objective became to observe the remaining organic species from a distance. Most organic species used to avoid me. I always threw a ping at the passing ships but as Yolin once said, it would be very “Organic” to be “afraid” of a 10km long sentient starship that has weapons which can destroy a planet. I however didn’t know the concept of fear. I had a directive not to harm organics, so I had to follow them. Fear is not in my database." Maybe you can find the deeper meaning of those words. What starts with a simple exploration journey, becomes something more.

Logan was awoken when the loud noises returned to the room. He let out a scream to call his lovely mother because after looking around, he was unable to locate her. Right away, she showed up and he quit crying. " As she patted him on the back, she said, "Hush now, my little sweetheart." He raised his head to look at her and smiled before getting back to sleep and falling asleep. Mrs. Brown slowly chuckled because she found it funny. She quietly left when she realized he was already asleep and went to the kitchen to continue cooking. Adrian and Cross entered the room as soon as she left, stealthily pinched the infant, then fled the room. Logan awoke with a resentful grin on his lips as the pinch sting. He let out a heartbreaking cry as soon as his lips curled down, attracting Mrs. Brown's attention, who rushed into the room right away. Goodness Logan what occurred.." she said with feel sorry for as she took a gander at the unfortunate youngster who was destroying as he cried. His tears had already stained and reddened his face. She rocked him as soon as she picked him up. Hush baby, mummy is here; do not cry or else mummy would also cry." That seemed to have worked because he immediately stopped crying and stared at his mother with a confused expression on his adorable face. Mrs. Brown laughed when she saw his expression change. Logan exuberantly giggled as well. He was always happy when he saw his mother happy.

I have trusted people I shouldn't have. Loved a girl who betrayed my trust. My so-called friends joined my enemies and killed my people. They all played me like a fool. But now, life has given me a second chance and I wield my blade in blood and vengeance. They will all suffer a fate worst than death and pain will accompany them for the rest of their lives. May the gods guide my mission and protect my people for hell will be unleash if I ever lose them again... ~Gudmund Hávarðr (The Crown Prince of Krudak Kingdom)

The keeper then looked at James and asked, "Isn't that the thief from earlier?" "I once learned from a man skilled in shipbuilding that if you flip a boat upside down it makes a great roof," he said. "I’ll remember that, help yourself to a room and a meal." "He is; would it be okay for him to spend the night in my room? And eat with me?” "Why would you believe a thief?" “I would,” “You may do as you wish, but I’m holding you accountable if anything of mine goes missing in the night,” and “Agreed” are all responses. After that, a bartender brought him and James their food to a table.

After five years of a secret marriage, my wife, a cold and renowned chef, suddenly asked for a divorce. I smiled bitterly, left with nothing, and embarked on an extraordinary path, becoming an acclaimed automotive expert and a successful entrepreneur. Post-divorce, she regretted deeply after watching me, her former husband, dazzling and captivating countless hearts in the automotive world. She wished she hadn't acted rashly. Wanting to win me back, she even begged to visit my high-end car shop, hoping to reignite our old flame of love. "Honey, am I not captivating enough? Come back to me, please. I want to rebuild our life together." I frowned slightly, lips parting in a cold voice, "Madam, please restrain yourself. I am not your husband; so don't make such shameless claims. If you want to find fulfillment, please turn left and walk out the door to find whatever person you can." Once, you looked down on me and treated me like trash. Now, I stand at the peak of success, beyond your reach.

s that not our loathsome son-in-law?" "I bet he is. That son of nobody still come back after stealing from us." "I sometimes feel pity for him... Did you hear that Johnson is not his son?" "Yep. I heard from madam Alice... Served him right, he believes he is part of us because one of us gave birth to a son for him." "One more year and we will be free of his pitiful face." "Did you think he will survive if we chased him out of the villa?" "No, he won't. He is so dependable on us and will commit suicide as soon as he left that gate." "I may have compassion on him and employ him as my driver." "You are too kind. I can't even employ him as my laundry man." "Hahaha!"