I Raised Cinderella Preciously

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!

“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.”

"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.

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.

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.

Description: Moving past the death of his only friend and teacher. Orb heads into the world to find a way to die happy and fulfilled. Though the boy who lives in the present carries the weight of something that lived in the past. A curse, a blessing, a legacy. The story of those who carry things they should never have had to, and the choices of their lives which affect them and the world as a whole. Three chapters a week. link to cover artist: https://www.fiverr.com/winda_chu?source=inbox  Usually, somewhere between 2000 and 3000 words per chapter. Notice: This will be a long, long story, so it will be a slow burn for at least the first two arcs. But if you are interested in a long, wide-ranging story, I hope you will read. Notice 2: I will be fixing the grammar of the chapter within my story, around 5 per day, starting from 25/05/2025. I have heard the grammar in the earlier chapter has been an issue for many, and admittedly, I have always sucked at that aspect, which I have gotten a lot better at over the years, so I will be redoing that. Logs and other special chapters are not included in this five-chapter count. Notice 3: All corrections are done.

"Mother," I opened my eyes. Everything around me is a haze. I gazed at the candlelight. It was wobbling from side to side. I noticed a woman seated near me, but everything was fuzzy. I heard a voice unexpectedly. It was a woman's voice, echoing in my ear. She was singing a low-toned lullaby. "Mother, is it you?" I heard my name, "Maxilin, I am here." "Mother," I said with a tremble in my voice. I have no idea what's wrong with me. I reached out cautiously to touch her, but she was out of my reach. "Where are you, mother?" "Oh, my beloved, try to hold me, come here, " "Mother," Maxilin tried to stand up, but he was too weak. Maxi narrowed his eyes in an effort to see her face clearly, but he couldn't because everything was fuzzy. A woman in a white outfit moved in front of his sight. Maxi took a few steps forward while still gripping the chair. "Mother, don't leave," he murmured, dizzily. As he said, he saw in his fuzzy vision that someone had opened the door. "Mother, please don't leave me," Maxilin pleaded. He let go of the chair's hold and dashed behind her. "Mother, don't leave me. Wait." In his frail state, he shouted and followed her. "Huf". In the middle of his path, he stopped. "Mother, you've left me here alone," "Maxi," he heard the voice unexpectedly. Maxi glanced up and looked around. It's all clear now, but he's stuck in the midst of the woods. He gazed up at the sky. A giant moon was staring at him, and a horde of deadly, voracious creatures were roaring around him. "Son," someone touched his shoulder, he looked back, saw a terrifying creature standing in front of him. "Hello, dear."

“I won’t rest till the Hastings are on their knees begging me for my forgiveness, for all the pain they caused me in the past. Till then, I’ll ensure their life is a living hell.”

Unknown to me, I wasn’t the worthless piece of shit my in laws view me to be. I was the strongest member of a secret clan who lost his memory while on a mission. Years gone had given my enemy the perfect time to destroy all I left behind. But now I’m back, and every single of those who crossed me would feel the wrath me; The Almighty Mael Ze’Ev had in store for them all. …………… “Pick your poison Joe, you can either step down and remain honored, or be stubborn and watch me wipe the floor with you.”