I Raised Cinderella Preciously

Humiliated, insulted, cursed, belittled and divorced. Liam seeked nothing but revenge against the people who wronged him. His wife; “You despicable spineless man! I cursed the day I got married to you! I want a divorce!” Mother-in-law; Divorce him! I won't allow my daughter to continue living with a loser like you!” His best friend; “You fool! You think I'll lower myself to be friends with someone like you? I was with you because I wanted your wife!” Liam the infamous son-in-law returned as the man who became invisible and superior to them. “Please Liam, forgive. Give me a second chance,” “No, it’s to late. The only thing I want so bad is vengeance!” He replied, walking away from the woman who was once his beloved, with a vow to get back at anyone who objected him

My peaceful short life had been quickly cut off by a band of bandits that had raided my village, killing my father and capturing my mother. The bandit leader took a fancy to me and decided to make me one of them because of my face, for reasons unknown to me, but this was only the start of my journey. The more I grew up the more I realized that I had no talent, I was as ordinary as I could be, with no inherited memories, no old masters to help me improve my talent, no legacies left behind, no locked bloodlines that would burst into activity when I was in danger. But I still had something that most people didn't have. A stubbornness that many wouldn't possess, the stubbornness and sense of danger that I got for life after I saw my father die in front of me. And with that, I shall predate upon those that are more talented than me. I shall walk forward and reach the apex of the world, not because I want to protect anyone, but because that's simply what I want to do! Regardless of the methods that I have to use or the people that I have to push out of my way!

Bryan, a reckless youth in modern-day Chicago, hates werewolves for taking his mother and brother. Raised a man called Pa. Clever, he survives as a hired hunter, unaware that he carries the blood of the most feared Alpha — Lord Amark, his father. When captured by Owen, his mother’s brother and ruthless hunter leader, Bryan is forced to work under Mayer, Owen’s sharp and disciplined second. Their reluctant partnership grows as Bryan’s hidden power begins to surface. Meanwhile, Amark’s brother, Pheles, reveals that Bryan’s twin, Bruno, is alive. The brothers reunite with rivalry and pride, but are bound by blood as Amark returns. After Pa. Clever’s death, Bryan’s grief triggers his first full transformation, terrifying friend and foe alike. The climax comes when Amark confronts his sons. Bryan and Bruno fight him, but in his final moments Amark reveals mercy, not rage. With Mayer’s shot, he falls, blessing his children before dying at peace. Pheles becomes Alpha, with Bruno and Bryan as Betas, and Chicago finds fragile calm. But as the wolves mourn, a mysterious howl pierces the night — warning that the story is far from over.

I was a disgrace to the Prestwick family—a poor, unwanted son-in-law they wished their daughter had never married. She had chosen me for my looks, but now, even that wasn’t enough. She wanted out. A divorce. To erase me from her life and marry into wealth like her family had always intended. But I loved her. Despite the insults, the humiliation, the way they treated me like dirt beneath their feet—I refused to let go. That was my biggest mistake. Frustrated by my defiance, my brother-in-law took matters into his own hands. He killed me, tossing my body into a cold, dark river, leaving me to sink into oblivion. I should have died. I did die. But before I took my final breath, a man appeared before me, cloaked in shadow, his voice like a whisper from the abyss. "What is your last wish?" I should have begged for revenge. I should have cursed their names. But all I wanted was one more chance. One more chance to live. And so, I was granted life again. But I was no longer the same. My soul was no longer my own. My body was no longer mine to control. Because I had been reborn as something far more powerful. I was no longer John Prestwick. I was the Devil himself.

POV Kaelen For me, life is a constant challenge. I’m a werewolf, but I’ve been blind my whole life, which has made everything so much harder. Over time, thanks to my wolf instincts, I’ve developed my other senses to the point where I’ve become the best fighter in the pack. Not many people know me well; the only one who truly understands me is my best friend and Alpha, Chase. But despite my strength, I’m haunted by a fear worse than death: the possibility that, because of my condition, I’ll never be able to find or recognize my mate. Then, when I least expected it, while I was out in the human world, I caught a scent. I knew instantly it was her. I’ve started a difficult search to find her, but I’m terrified of what might happen. Will she understand what I am? Will she reject me? Or, like in my worst nightmares, will she just vanish like a shadow in the daylight?

If one day you've got superpowers, what would you do? Showing prowess and dominating the world? Do as you wish, get whatever you need, becoming popular and wealthy? Enjoying the lap of luxury and having a lot of beautiful women? It could be said that I Was lucky. I and my two classmates got superpowers by accident. Of course, I was delighted. I knew I could do as powerful things and dominate the whole neighbourhood. And even the whole city. But it's that what a superhuman should do? I learnt something very important concerning being a superhuman. It changed my mindset.

I've never wanted this life for myself—this life filled with perils and evil. It's like a dream I can never escape from—a dream which I'm forever stuck in. Heh, no one ever wanted this life or ever wished for it. You'd be either insane or extremely evil to wish for this kind of life—the life where you don't have a choice over anything—the life where you're bound by your deepest desires. I never wanted to enter into the supernatural world. I never wanted to come across the Crimsones[1], Lycanthropes[2], demons and the rest. I never wanted to be involved in anything pertaining to the dark and supernatural world. I had always yearned for freedom and not servitude. But of course I was wrong all along. I had been delusional, thinking I'd be able to escape it all—to escape from fate. I never knew I would be pulled into this mess, becoming one of those dark creatures which roam about in the ungodly night. I never wanted to be a merciless predator who was also a prey to another predator (what a food chain!). But all is good. No matter what I shall not alli myself to degenerate into a heartless monster who only knew how to tear flesh, spill blood and break bones. I cannot allow my desires to pull me down. I cannot be corrupted by the abyss! My name is Daniel Stark and what I'm about to tell you is a real life horror. I don't know what you call horror or romance or fa Intasy but this story I'm about to tell you, you need to listen attentively and not miss a bit of information. This is my story—one beginning with pain.

Modern esports is by no means a game. You can completely lose everything and even your life because of one stupid mistake. I was the top player on the planet, but after I was framed, I had to leave. Though with large debts, but alive. But the brother stayed and, it seems, contacted the wrong people. Now he's gone, and all I have is a few scant clues from the virtual. Well, hold on bro, I'm coming.

On our third wedding anniversary, I lit candles, cooked her favorite meal, and waited. She said she was working late. I went to surprise her. Instead, I found my wife walking into a hotel with another man—laughing, kissing—while I stood in the street like a fool. That night, I filed for divorce. The next day, her lover shoved me into traffic. The car should have killed me. Instead, I woke up with a power I can’t explain—five frozen seconds where the world stands still, and only I can move. Five seconds to expose a lie. Five seconds to ruin an enemy. Five seconds to make them choke on every ounce of humiliation they gave me. They took my love, my trust, and the life I built. Now I’m taking everything from them—slow enough that they’ll see it coming, and fast enough they can’t stop it. She betrayed me. They tried to bury me. But I’m not the man they remember. I’m the man they’ll regret ever crossing.

The last strand of patience I had snapped into shreds when she chose her ex-lover’s son over our dying daughter. Now she paraded around smiling, flaunting him like a trophy, while I was left with nothing but the cold, lifeless body of my child. This wasn’t about hurt anymore. It wasn’t even about pain. She’d stolen a soul from me — and she would feel every atom of what I felt, and more. “I want a divorce.” “That’s not happening. You and I are in this together,” she screeched, eyes boring into mine, searching for the man who always bent to her will. “You will sign the papers,” I said, every word a quiet stone. “Make me!” I stepped closer. My hand closed at her throat — delicate, trembling under my grip — and forced her to meet me. “Sign the papers,” I whispered, voice low and cold. “Or I’ll make you suffer so that even our daughter hears your screams from six feet under.”