I Raised Cinderella Preciously

Damian was mocked as the poor village boy with no future. His mother cried daily as betrayal and rejection followed them everywhere. But he refused to give up. He swore to change his destiny through resilience, hardwork, and hope. From sleeping on cold floors to building an empire in the city, Damian rises from nothing to become a feared Billionaire CEO. Now he is back — not to beg, but to shock the world. Those who called him a failure will kneel. Those who betrayed his mother will regret. Yet revenge is not enough. In a world of power, love, and forgiveness, can he find respect and a bright future beyond revenge? *This is a story of pain to power, shame to fame, and a boy who proved that impossible is nothing.*

Follow the life of Sakamo Ryu on Earth, where he is Sakamo Ryu, a fifteen-year-old boy with ascendency of English-Japanese.  His other life is as Alex Brim, a Hero for Hire on the Magical World Azurath to where he can travel by using a magical pendant.  His help is needed from time to time, because of the Magical Voids that appear in the sky from where Monsters fall, making the lives of the different species that lives there, a very hard one.  … Alex shouted to the Orc, surprising everyone, “Eat him already! He is in my way, I want your head and the pretty Magical Orb you have inside you! You are not dead already because that dumbass is still there, but as soon as you kill him, you are all mine!” The Orc let his hostage go that fell on the ground with a muffled bump. The Orc raised his mace to the sky and screamed, giving the signal for the Goblins to attack. At the same time, Alex whispered, “Give me a little of your strength, Shinatobe.” A small dot of light near his right ear answered in a low voice, “As you say, Master.” ...

His status as a disciple of Helma Tilcott, the only healer in the Lanshire Kingdom possessing the rare healing zhenqi, had brought Marc Belmont no advantage at all. From the start, few believed he could ever become her heir; no matter how diligently he tried to absorb her teachings or practice her skills, everything seemed to vanish from his mind as if it had never been there. Years of effort appeared to have been in vain, and Marc began to question if he was truly meant for this life. One day, a group of messengers arrived from the city of Cammont, their mocking words cutting through the air as they demanded he follow them. “I’m not interested,” Marc replied flatly, his voice devoid of the hesitation it once carried. “Ungrateful! Is this how you treat someone who raised you?” The messengers clenched their fists, anger burning in their eyes as they rushed toward him. Marc's lips curled into a confident smirk. “Those days are long gone. You clearly have no idea who you're dealing with.”

Takumi Asano, a painter from Kyoto, Japan, had copied tens of thousands of Vincent van Gogh's oil paintings. One day, he traveled through time to Arles, a small town in Provence, France, just before Christmas in 1888. It could be said to be time travel, or rather, arriving in a parallel universe. There, he became Marcel Duval, a 20-year-old local "chimney boy". Right in front of him unfolded one of the most famous tragedies in art history: the impoverished and down-and-out Van Gogh, holding a razor, was pointing it at his left ear! — "Mr. Van Gogh! Put down the razor!" — "Tell Armand... I'll cut off my ear and give it to him right away!" Was there actually an untold secret behind Van Gogh's ear-severing incident? — "Keep it, and it will bring you more and greater works!" — "You're absolutely crazy! Who are you?" — "I'm your top-tier manager!" Years later, the Parisian art circle had undergone earth-shattering changes. Van Gogh, who had grown into a great master, no longer had darkness in his eyes: "Marcel, it really was a good idea to keep my ear. Without you, none of this would have been possible!" Takumi Asano, once a lowly copyist trapped in drudgery, had now become Marcel, the world's "Godfather of Art". He smiled and raised his glass: "Come to my Provence manor this summer. I've planted a vast sunflower field—tens of thousands of mu—just for you... By the way, would you like to see my new paintings?" 【Time-Travel Redemption + Underdog's Rise + Rewriting History】! Click to read, and join Van Gogh in defying fate to turn the tide, lighting up the stars on the canvas!

Palan is raised in the harsh world of the demons, depending on himself to survive while raising his sister. One day, his sister falls sick and he's forced to make a deal with an angel in order to save her life. Unfortunately for him, that deal sends him a world away from his sister.

We are byproducts of the environments we were raised from. Childhood traumas shape how we interact with other people later in our lives if we fail to heal. This is a story about how childhood traumas like the father wound impact a woman's sense of self-worth, attachment style, and choice of partners.

Bruce was framed by the foster family that raised him. To protect his foster brother, he accepted prison. Behind iron bars, fate changed. A mysterious old man recognized the dormant bloodline within him and passed down heaven-defying medical arts and unrivalled martial skills—arts capable of shaking the mortal world.

Allison walked along the port side of the flush deck toward the bow. When they saw their captain walking by in the dim light, several hands raised their foreheads in salute. Standing just above the bowsprit, he came to a stop and gazed out into the night.It was comforting to hear the steady, even sound of the ship's hull piercing the Atlantic wavelets as it surged forward.

Kevin Hart never knew what it felt like to be truly loved. His father abandoned him. His mother raised him alone, sacrificing everything until the day she died, leaving him an orphan before he was old enough to understand what home meant. With her final breath, she held his trembling hand. "I'm sorry, Kevin... Mom can't stay with you anymore." He was still too young to bury the only person who had ever loved him. Standing before her grave, tears streaming down his face, he whispered, "Mom... I'll make you proud." With nothing left, he was sent into the military, where pain became his teacher and the battlefield became his family. Years later, the broken boy rose to become GODsFALL—the most feared War God alive. Kingdoms trembled at his name. Enemies prayed they would never meet him. Then he met Sarah. For the first time, Kevin laid down his sword. He walked away from power, glory, and bloodshed to become nothing more than an ordinary husband. He believed love was worth every sacrifice. But on their wedding night, Sarah walked out to be with another man. Alone in a room filled with untouched champagne and shattered promises, Kevin finally understood a cruel truth: The world had never chosen him. Not as a son. Not as a child. Not even as a husband. The man who gave up everything was left with nothing. This time, he would never beg for love again. The War God had returned.

Max stepped forward, his heart racing as he searched the man’s face, looking for some resemblance, some hint of familiarity. “Who… who are you?” he managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper. The man studied him for a moment before responding, his voice thick with emotion. “I am Reginald Reid, your grandfather.” The words hit Max like a thunderbolt. “Grandfather?” he echoed, his mind racing. He had never imagined he had a family, much less one of such prominence. Reginald nodded, his gaze filled with a mixture of pride and regret. “Yes, Max. You are my grandson, and the last direct heir of the Reid family.” Max stepped forward, his heart racing as he searched the man’s face, looking for some resemblance, some hint of familiarity. “Who… who are you?” he managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper. The man studied him for a moment before responding, his voice thick with emotion. “I am Reginald Reid, your grandfather.” The words hit Max like a thunderbolt. “Grandfather?” he echoed, his mind racing. He had never imagined he had a family, much less one of such prominence. Reginald nodded, his gaze filled with a mixture of pride and regret. “Yes, Max. You are my grandson, and the last direct heir of the Reid family.” Max’s mind swirled with confusion. “But… why didn’t I know? Why didn’t anyone tell me?” A flicker of pain crossed Reginald’s face. “There were… complicated reasons. When your parents passed away under tragic circumstances, it was decided that you should be raised away from the family, for your own safety. It was not an easy choice, but it was necessary.” Max’s heart twisted at the mention of his parents. He’d spent his end of the year