I Raised Cinderella Preciously

Lee Sung is an orphan without a home or family, at the age of 5 he learned to kill and steal and grew up in a slum where aggression is common. But since that day it's not the same. Author : hey, i'm Celina i write this story because i love reading and write, this my third story so please help so this become decent. Thanks for Reading <3

Qian Jun (mc) : What I a 30 year old man transmigrated as 18 year villain chaebol, but why the f** the plot so cliche. Heroine(1) : Why is this guy so hateful and scumy compared to that guy. Protagonist (1) : Why are these " crazy mad scientists" know about my power, who told them? Protagonist(2) : Why is my sister in that bastard arms? Protagonist (3): What your only sister, here my whole family's women are in that bastard arms. Qian Jun : Whole world is my chess board, I'll play with anyone women and who go against me...heh... no matter even if it's heaven sons...they will suffer...hehe...what you think I'll kill them...nah ....death is too light for these species. Heroines  : Why is that guy cold smile more attractive than those guys fake kindness. Qian Jun : Hahaha ...these arrogant puny guys, did they leave their brain with their creator. These delusional guys are the only brainless guys in the whole plot. Heroines : I'm sure Qian Jun will pamper me. Qian Jun : hehehe....here you will earn for my 'villain love' not the other way around girls. ......... Please add the book to your library. I'll upload all days, except when I'm sick or has some emergency. So please show this work some support. I'll upload more chapters on readers demand.

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!"

What will you do when your world suddenly turn into a MMORPG? A certain student : What?! Am I facing an apocalypse? Then of course I will hoard supplies and become the richest Lord!

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.

Silence. Like a nice bucket of shhhhhhhhh. Everyone shut the effing fudge UP! That's all I've ever wanted. *Sigh.* But silence comes in different flavors. There's mint - the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a blanket. The kind I chase at 2 AM. I've cried once. Just once. With a bucket beside me, watching heroes with super suits and impossible strength tear each other apart. Somehow that feels less broken than my reality. Then there's the suffocating silence at school. Not an ice cream flavor. This one tastes like metal and shame. High school is my personal hell. Empty wallet, empty lunch tray, empty seat beside me like I'm radioactive. Empty soul on Wednesdays because middles are always the worst. *The usual.* But Emily made the silence bearable. Mint-flavored again. Until she broke something between us. *Snap.* One moment she's whispering secrets with me, the next she's weaponizing them. She scattered my private thoughts, added her own twisted lies. The betrayal burns hotter than the stares drilling into my back. I went from invisible to spectacle. Being a ghost feels like luxury when you're dodging spit balls and "accidental" lunch trays. But somewhere between my third panic attack and contemplating switching schools... *Something shifted.* Like in those games you play, when your character suddenly glows and the screen flashes: "New Skill Unlocked" And it wasn't just in my head. I tested it. Small things at first – a pencil moving across my desk when I focused hard enough. Then books. Then someone's lunch tray right as they walked past Emily. *tap tap tap* I used to think rock bottom was the end. *Well ladies and gentlemen,* it's just a really messed up spawn point. And now? I don't stumble from cliffs anymore. I swim in gravity, and dive head first.

"Yeah, listen up. I want to order a pizza, but don’t screw this up, alright? I don’t have time for incompetence from some broke ass pizza delivery guy.” That's the first thing Niko heard when he answered the phone, “who the hell orders pizza like that?” He sensed the arrogance from whoever was behind that thick voice over the phone. But he ignored the rudeness and asked him “Sure, sir. What can I get for you today?” “Dumbass I already said I want a large pizza. What else do you sell if not pizza?” Things like this always made Niko hate his job, he'd been working in that pizza shop for almost a year and he never got used to all the insults and harsh treatment. But he was willing to keep enduring all of it as long as it fetched him some money to take care of himself and his girlfriend Vikkie.

They broke me, but I conquered… After my father sent me and my mom away for being worthless to him, I met her–Diana, the one woman that showed me what true love was after Mom passed on. But shortly after everything, after Mia was born, she left for another man, still repeating how I was useless. But everything changed when I met her, the one woman with a pure heart. However, family secrets won't stay down forever. When old lies and family drama threaten to destroy everything, will love break me or make me?

An Introverted but brilliant person was forced to play a game he hates as a school project And when I say hate I mean Hate to the extent he cursed the game and its developers But the gods must hate him as he wakes up in a world he only saw through a screen He must survive and strive in this world of ancient powers And just before I forget "Your Majesty should I prepare the hall for the Grand Sect meeting in the afternoon" "........" "As is it you that is hosting it would be best to give them the lotus hall as a sign of good relation" "........" "Sect Leader...." "is there something not to your liking" "Sect Leader Sih.. " A SECT LEADER!!!

The sound of the wind was clear, it was a lucid reality. I keep on walking, I have no choice. Succumbing to my fate? Who knows. Despite the sound of death and the breeze of love, I abandon it all, therefore I embrace the emptiness. Withering with time and stuck in the pathway of it all. Fated to be a young master, doomed as a commoner. The sky fell to the ground but despite all of that he is bound to realize that everyone is equal in face of heaven and earth, in face of him including everyone. Journey of a mortal to an indescribable change, an indefinite trace of the trail of the chaos itself. The absolute chaotic neutrality. He shall be the fiend himself, and the saint himself in the gist of his situations.