I Will Never Be Yours

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

Seven years ago, a dark giant shadow visited my house and killed my mother. It changed me, forever. Four years later, after the Mega Human experiment 2.0 went wrong, I became a mutant. I became.... "Shadow Man!" "The boy behind the shadow has been identified as..." "Jude Rutherford! Seventeen year old high school boy..." "Is he Shadow Man?" When the mutant who killed my mother appeared again to destroy me, I knew being Shadow Man was not just my hobby. It was my destiny. Now I must protect everyone I love. And I must find out why my mother died. Who was the dark shadow? And why did he come for her? I must find out all these while hiding my second identity.

"Yes Daddy!" She groaned yet again as my palm hit her bottom for the sixth time. "That's good, I want to make your ass permanently red and you won't be able to sit down at work for days." I paused after the eighth spank and ran my palm over her reddening cheeks. "You have a lovely backside. I think I'm going to have to spank you quite often to keep you in check, and I'm looking forward to doing just that." **** Reincarnated... Yes I might have. System? No I didn't get that thing... But I got something better, a talent that let me make love with women and grow stronger! Watch me rise to power while building an army of women through the multiverse, parallel universes and beyond! For this is my calling!

Well, like any other virus affecting the world, this one came all too sudden and with little control. Early morning on Monday, I prepared my son Javi to go to school. I packed his lunch, water, and breakfast for the whole day. It has been a routine for years that it only takes me an hour or so. At exactly 6:30 am, I led my son to board the school Van to go to school. I said hi to the school driver and the teacher on duty before going back into the house. I had so many things to do. I was done with laundry and heading to the kitchen when I heard shouting's from outside. We live on the third floor, room number 205. My husband worked at a research facility. For the last few days, he had been busy and had little time to spend with us. Which is normal regarding his line of work. Saving people's lives I rushed to the balcony to see what was happening, and I was stunned. People were attacking each other. It was weird. When two people attack each other, then it may be normal. When a whole lot of people attack and bite each other, then it's something else. My neighbor was also on the balcony looking outside. "What's happening?" I curiously asked the neighbor Before she could answer me, her husband came rushing to her and bit her on her neck. I was shocked and shouted at them. "What are you doing? Let her be?" He could not hear me.

I am a fool in a world I cannot comprehend, but in my world, I am an Ace." ~ Sultan Armstrong. *** EXTRACT: Sultan's own reflection in the water, the Fool, began to animate, mouthing the words he was saying. Huh?! Sultan's eyes widened in disbelief. "What the hell?" Sultan whispered, stepping back from the pool. "W..what are you?" His voice rose, tinged with fear. ...... "I am you. You are me. I am the Fool. You are the Fool. We are the Fool."

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.

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.

There is one thing I have always been sure of. "If you make the wrong choice, then your life will be filled with dark clouds." Slandered, bullied, betrayed, threatened, is the hell that I always feel because I made the wrong choice. Words are "killing machines," and many people don't know that. "One word can destroy someone's life and one word can change someone." I even thought that sleeping is torture and waking up is the worst. In the past, I lost my temper and planned to kill myself. I like walking in an endless tunnel with emptiness and emptiness filling my heart. This is my broken story.

My name is Seraph. In a world that is filled with magic, science and arts of unbelievable kinds, I'm relatively ordinary. But then I met them. A group of assassins that work the machines of the world behind closed curtains. And the most striking is their leader, the woman which is the greatest mystery in the world. Though to the world we are all dead, each of us has a story of their own. I wonder if I can find myself a home among these people who call themselves Valkyries and more importantly can I solve all the riddles that surround them?

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.”