I Won't Accept Your Regrets

On a storm-soaked night, Ethan Vale was betrayed by the people meant to protect him. Framed for a crime he didn’t commit, abandoned by his own parents, and declared dead to preserve a powerful family name, Ethan vanished without a grave—without justice. The world mourned him. His family moved on. But death did not take him. Ten years later, a man known only to the elite returns—cold, untouchable, and impossibly powerful. As a hidden billionaire and master strategist, he controls wealth, influence, and secrets capable of shaking the entire city. The family that erased him has no idea the king they now fear… is the son they buried. As truths surface and regrets come too late, Ethan must decide whether vengeance will finally free him—or complete his transformation into the very monster his betrayal created. Because this time, he didn’t come back to beg. He came back to judge.

Introvert!? Me!? The hell am I an introvert? I stay indoors all day because I am afraid of getting my butt kicked. Until I contract my beast, I won’t be walking freely. This is a promise I made to myself. My name is Ryder, and I am black-marked. The planet where I live is dominated by summoners. If you guessed it, then you are right—we contract beasts from the Astral Shadow Plain and summon them at will after successfully forming a contract. A mark appears on the left shoulder of every human after a period of maturity, a mark given by the beast that chooses you. There are five different types of marks—the brown, the orange, the red, the black, and lastly, the white. Of all the markings, I was marked black. I was chosen by a supreme demon monarch of the Astral Shadow Plain—the Dracogon. There was only a 0.5 percent chance for me to survive the contraction process. However, with a slight twist in the original outcome, contracting a creature from the black-marked plain was nothing compared to the catastrophe I caused shortly after—I opened a link between the beasts of the Astral Shadow Plain and the planet of humans, Terra. Everyone on my planet has been endangered because of me. The fact that no one knows when the link will trigger and cause a breach that pours mindless creatures into my world makes it all the more unsettling. Now, with no other choice, I have to find a way to resolve the mistake I made—alone, just like I caused it.

Ghosts.. Demons.. Monsters.. are they real? You might've heard about them from movies and tv shows. Hell! you might've sensed them under the covers of your sheets. Scared, you might've reported this to your parents as a child who only dismisses this as a childish tantrum and told you that it was going to be alright. Told you to not be afraid.. However should you? Hell no! You should be afraid! because these monsters are not just a figment of your imagination.. they are real! Believe me, I know this because I hunt them down myself! I am Jason Chris.. A Mystique Hunter! . . I retain copyrights to the book cover

What do you do when no one around you can be trusted? When the world turns its back on you? Can you fight them all—and win? I tried. And now… here I am. With two names. Weird, right? Ironic, even. But that’s my reality. Don’t ask how I got my name. You’ll find out soon enough. For now, just know this: I’m Gensei Haruto. The only human without a core. In a world where power defines your worth, I have nothing. No family. No hope. Not that hope matters—hope is a disease. But there's one thing I will protect, no matter what it takes. Even if it kills me. Even if I lose everything. I will grow stronger. No matter the cost.

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.”

Infidelity amidst triumph and defeat - isn’t too high of a price to pay when you’re a college soccer league talk of the town, but when you are secretly fucking your girlfriend’s best friend, and your girlfriend secretly fucks the water boy while you are bound to a hospital bed; it is a whole different ballgame. “You and Rebecca been fucking, behind my back Daniel?!” “You fucked Jackson, while I was sick and in the hospital?! I can’t show my fucking face anywhere now! Drama escalates in the blink of a scandal on American state Campuses. A text, a post, a cringe compromising photo! No secret is too loud to be kept under wraps! No star is too popular to quiet a scandal! The Dream League trophy needs to come home a second year in a row! It is up to one injured striker, one substitute, one faithful team, one dismantled cheerleading squad, one determined coach! “You are nothing but a lowdown dirty filthy scumbag! I will see to it that you never step foot on another campus soccer field!” Will a bad tackle and a web of deafening scandals stop The Holloway Pinnacles from taking home the Championship title a second year in a row? One team has to raise the trophy! One team have to turn and walk away! Will love take it all, or is it a campus story flooded with erotic steam and sensual boiling points?

“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.”

They killed my family. Stole my empire. Forced me to marry their daughter as a "peace offering." For three years, I played the worthless son-in-law; beaten, humiliated, spat on by my wife's family. They called me a coward who abandoned the Chens during the massacre. They don't know the truth: I was drugged, framed, and left to rot. On the night my wife signed our divorce papers, her brother left me bleeding in an alley to die. That's when IT awakened; the Ancestral Blood System, a Chen family legacy that activates only when the heir loses everything. But this system doesn't give free power. It demands SACRIFICE. Want money? Trade your memories. Want strength? Endure torture that breaks your soul. Want revenge? Lose the ability to feel joy. Every victory costs a piece of my humanity. Every choice drags me closer to becoming a monster. The five families who butchered my bloodline think I'm still that pathetic son-in-law. They're about to learn what happens when a caged lion breaks free. My mother-in-law mocked me? I'll buy her company and make her beg. My wife's new fiancé tried to kill me? He's the mastermind behind my family's murder and he has a system too. The world thinks the Chen Empire is dead? Watch me build something even gods will fear. But here's the problem: The more I use this power, the more it corrupts my soul. At 100% corruption, the system consumes me and unleashes an ancient demon that will end the world.

As he considered the attack on Atlantis City, Drake's face darkened for a moment, but he shook his head to clear his mind and looked the king in the eye.I can only say that I was going about my business in the city from which I came when it was suddenly bombed.I was, as far as I could tell, the only one who made it through that.After that, I fell down a shaft, struck my head as I fell, and eventually fell asleep.Next thing I knew, I was here in chains.I'd rather keep things that way;I really do not want to discuss my past right now.Everything just went missing. The observers debated what they had heard as more murmurs and hisses filled the grotto. "I'm expecting that by 'bombarded' you imply that your city was gone after, right?"The crowd's murmuring was stopped when the king asked. Shortly after, Drake replied, "Completely leveled."Bastian tapped the high position arm with a claw a couple of times as he suspected peacefully.After that, he stood up straight and spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear. Bastian stated, "I would easily be able to say you’re not guilty of anything" if this decision were simpler to make.While the crowd erupted into a hystearical commotion, Andromon and Prismo shared a brief glance, displaying a hint of surprise.However, "I'm afraid I can't just let you off the hook, after your involvement with the actual thief's escape," he continued, immediately silencing the grotto.

Max stepped forward, his heart racing as he searched the man’s face, looking for some resemblance, some hint of familiarity. “Who… who are you?” he managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper. The man studied him for a moment before responding, his voice thick with emotion. “I am Reginald Reid, your grandfather.” The words hit Max like a thunderbolt. “Grandfather?” he echoed, his mind racing. He had never imagined he had a family, much less one of such prominence. Reginald nodded, his gaze filled with a mixture of pride and regret. “Yes, Max. You are my grandson, and the last direct heir of the Reid family.” Max stepped forward, his heart racing as he searched the man’s face, looking for some resemblance, some hint of familiarity. “Who… who are you?” he managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper. The man studied him for a moment before responding, his voice thick with emotion. “I am Reginald Reid, your grandfather.” The words hit Max like a thunderbolt. “Grandfather?” he echoed, his mind racing. He had never imagined he had a family, much less one of such prominence. Reginald nodded, his gaze filled with a mixture of pride and regret. “Yes, Max. You are my grandson, and the last direct heir of the Reid family.” Max’s mind swirled with confusion. “But… why didn’t I know? Why didn’t anyone tell me?” A flicker of pain crossed Reginald’s face. “There were… complicated reasons. When your parents passed away under tragic circumstances, it was decided that you should be raised away from the family, for your own safety. It was not an easy choice, but it was necessary.” Max’s heart twisted at the mention of his parents. He’d spent his end of the year