I Will Never Be Yours

Five years ago, I was the "worthless" foster son who had taken the fall for a crime I never committed. I went to prison for my brother's future, thinking that my family would be there to care for my wife. I was wrong. While I rotted away in Blackgate Prison, my inheritance had been stolen: they had wiped off my existence and treated my wife as a slave. They thought I would die in there. But the fate had different plans. In the darkest cell, I met with a mysterious master. I did not just survive; I was reborn. I learned the Nine Heavens Medical Art and activated the Sovereign Martial Body. I healed warlords and crippled assassins in a single touch. Now the prison gates are open. I am no longer the submissive orphan. I am a Dragon King. To my foster family celebrating my misery: Prepare your coffins. To all those billionaires trying to touch my wife: Prepare to lose your hands. I will save lives with my left hand and destroy my enemies with my right hand. The King is out, and debts must be repaid in blood.

A hero must be compassionate, selfless and courageous. But that isn't all. Because a hero must also be powerful. In this world, power is everything. Strength decides who gets to save lives and who's left with community service. That’s why I was nothing — a rank 50 E-Class reject, skating through the streets, saving what little I could while the real heroes battled gods and monsters. Then one day, I died. Almost. Dragged into the abyss, I was given a second chance: the Forever Core. An armor that evolves. A system that never stops adapting. Every battle, every hit, every mistake, I come back stronger. Now, the monsters that once crushed me can’t kill me the same way twice. I must adapt. Evolve. I must grow stronger and fight harder. Because humanity is worth fighting for. Even if I have to burn every villain alive to prove it.

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.

All my life, I’ve been a struggling college student, fighting tooth and nail just to make ends meet. Earning a scholarship to the most prestigious university in the country was my greatest achievement—but it also made me a target. To the wealthy elite who ruled the campus, I was nothing more than an outsider, the "poor scholarship kid" who didn’t belong. Every day, I endured their mockery, their whispers, and their cruel pranks. But everything changed with one phone call. One call that turned my world upside down. One call that rewrote my destiny. In an instant, I went from being the poorest student on campus to someone they never saw coming. And now, it's my turn to change the game.

My name is Carl. I used to be a secret agent of the FOX. Five years ago, I and my best friend Rex successfully carried out a mission to stop a group of invisible terrorists who wanted to destroy our nation. We succeeded in liberating the nation from the shackles of the terrorists. But I never knew it would cause a total turn around in my life. We thought it had ended but the battle only started. The same night we were supposed to celebrate our victory, my only child and my wife were murdered. Rex and his family were also attacked. I was shot thrice and left to die but Sheila saved me from dying and gave me a new life.

I was born a genius numbers, logic, strategy… all of it came easy. Everything around me felt painfully plain, predictable, and boring. Even the web novels I read were the same heroes driven by emotion, not reason. Pathetic. But that all changed the night my family was slaughtered by people who weren’t even from Earth. I watched my mother’s body hit the ground. I heard my sister cry my name one last time before she was beheaded And then they said it .. “Your bloodline has to be erased.” Then came the darkness. When I opened my eyes, a glowing figure stood before me a being that called itself a remnant. It offered me a deal: a system unlike any other. The Architect System. In exchange for freeing it one day, I would gain knowledge and the power to rebuild, reshape, and destroy. I don’t know what this new world is. I don’t care about fate, destiny, or prophecies .I sure as hell don't plan to be anyone's pawn. All I know is this I will find the ones who killed my family . Hell I would even rewrite destiny if I have to . And when I’m done with them, they’ll wish they were never born.

For three years, I was nothing more than her janitor husband. She sneered at me, her family spat on me, and in the end, she shoved divorce papers into my hands and walked away with another man. But the world didn’t know the truth. I wasn’t just Alexander the nobody. I am Alexanderiel Warrick—the lost Centimillionaire King. At the bank, they laughed—until they saw the endless zeroes in my account. At the gala, her new lover bid eight million. I said, “Twenty-five.” The room went silent. Now elites bow. Women admire. And my ex-wife? She drowns in regret, watching the man she discarded rule the world she always dreamed of. “Alexander, please… I was wrong.” “Too late, Lila. The janitor you mocked is now the King you’ll never touch again.”

"The strength of one man is limited, but the strength of an army is endless." Mo Shen spoke from his throne while billions of soldiers were kneeling in front of him, ready to destroy their foes. "Stop pretending to be a god." A woman wearing a full set of golden armor raised her voice. Mo Shen shook his head and simply smiled. "Pretend to be a god? I'm the smartest and most powerful being in the universe. I never pretended to be a god. All this time, I was pretending to be human. " His eyes illuminated the whole battlefield, and the horns of war signaled the beginning of the end. This is not the story of a hero. This is the story of a true conqueror, a true god.

Blurb – The Smith’s Legacy Genre: Urban | Trope: Fake Identity, Family Drama, Redemption | Tone: Emotional + Adventure “You’re not good enough for her, Asher. You never were,” Ava’s mother spat. “I wasn’t trying to be good enough for your daughter,” Asher said slowly, his eyes darkening. “I was trying to be enough.. for her.” "But since I am not, I will take everything, until she has way less than enough." _____ Asher Smith never wanted to inherit his father’s empire, he wanted to build his own life, from scratch. So, he walked away from the Smith name and legacy, faking a humble identity at Cornell, where he met Ava Harper, beautiful, comforting, and full of dreams. Their whirlwind love turned into marriage, but love wasn’t enough to withstand pressure. Especially not from Ava’s mother, who saw poverty as a crime and Asher as a curse. One betrayal shattered everything. Now, Asher is back, not as the broken boy you would expect, but as the true heir of Smith Corporation. And when Ava sees him again.....it’s too late. Because the girl she once resented for sitting too close to Asher? She is wearing white now. And she is holding his hand with a ring on it.

"I'll rise above this, and you'll face the consequences of your actions," he declared, a silent promise to himself amidst the noisy laughter. “Now, you see that she was only using you all these time,” Jack said, and Sydney smiled slyly. Sydney's cold words cut through the air, echoing her heartless confession. "That's so true, I only used you to solve my Math problems. I would never want to kiss a guy drowning in unending poverty. This is not a fairy tale, where a princess gets to kiss a frog," Sydney declared, glancing down at the hole on the top of Micheal's shoe.