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"These are pretty minuscule spies, my lord," The leader said into his comms. They chattered among themselves. We had our hands up when they surrounded us. My throat clogged and I was running out of oxygen. I could barely think or breath. Mister Wigglesworth was talking briskly with bulging eyes to the colossal men and a rifle was lodged in his throat, he seemed frail and agitated. "Mort!" He threw the parcel into his hands. Mort winced when he failed to catch it. The box malfunctioned and I screamed at the blast and fell back into the shelter of more craters. I gasped. "What do I do with this?" His hand fidgeted on the and he dived behind a crate beside me while lasers flew. He panted and glanced at me holding on to the parcel. There was a skirmish going on. "I think I got hit." .... Remember when homicidal aliens were attacking us? This was now, yeah, it was kind of my fault. We were crouching like a couple of cowardly war veterans on a battlefield and Mister Wigglesworth! Of all people was out there holding them off. Mort held on to the prism parcel. My eyes were pale. I got hit by the parcel. I held on to my stomach. "Are you okay? Can you sit up straight?" He said. "No, it hurts," I did not feel like myself at all. I was not even in the mood to make snappy comebacks, I kept seeing double and all these color spectrums like I stared at the sun for too long. I was phasing in and out of consciousness. I thought I saw planets dying. I ducked over the end and focused on breath. [ System Activated ]

I remember the day everything burned like a wound that would never heal. Flames stole my family — my parents were ripped from me, my little brothers and sisters turned to ash — all because debts bled our name dry. They came in the night with torches and cold mouths, set our home alight, and watched the world I knew collapse into smoke. When I thought the world had taken its last piece of me, something — someone — stepped through the blaze. I could not tell if it was man or woman; the fire kept the savior's shape blurred and holy, as if the flames themselves had given birth to a protector. They pulled me from the ruin and vanished like a promise. For seven years I answered a different kind of fire. I joined the army and let the drill and the discipline burn the broken parts clean. My hands learned steel. My bones learned marching. My nights learned keeping watch. I learned how to turn pain into armor, sorrow into strategy. I was forged in training fields and battle lines until a new name fit me. I am Kaelor Thane now — not a child who once cried over ash, but a force that arrives on the war road without apology. They called me the God of War because I learned to move like thunder and strike like winter. I carry no mercy in my pocket; I carry only the weight of a debt to be settled. Those who think they can stand between me and what I owe will learn the hard truth: I do not forgive. I do not forget. I return to make the ledger even, and I will make them pay in ruin, pain, and a silence that remembers my name.

In the divided land of Elyndor, power is everything. Whether born a mage, a monster-slayer, or a martial savant, your destiny is carved by the strength of your Core. Rashford Oakwood has none. Mocked and discarded, he faces a gruesome death at the hands of raiders only to awaken in the ruins of his village with an unnatural force coursing through his veins. His soul has been reforged. His enemies do not yet realize they’ve made a monster. But Rashford does not seek revenge alone. He seeks answers: to the secrets his father died for, the powers that fear his awakening, and the war tearing Elyndor apart. Each chapter draws blood. Each battle writes history, And Rashford’s story is only just beginning.

"My sister is dying and you are saying that you can't give my own money because you spend it on partying. You are not human but a bloodsucker vampire." Edward couldn't control his anger and yelled at his mother-in-law. "How dare you to talk to me like this? This is called the difference between a poor and a rich man who spoke like this to his mother-in-law." She didn't think once and slapped him in front of everyone. Edward gulped the insults and mocking till now but today he would do anything to save his sister. "If you want to save your sister then divorce my daughter. I will surely return the money!" She smirked as if has hit the jackpot today. "I agree to divorce, Roselyn."

A little bit of clay has never hurt any gold. Nathan has lived a life way beneath him for so long, after escaping a demeaning marriage with Isabella Foden, his abusive in-laws, and the claws of the condescending Foden Group, he begins his quest of self-discovery which leads him to many lost allies from the past. He soon builds a strong network with many prestigious families who seek his healing gift, quickly becoming well-known among the elites of the city. However, his status as the poor son-in-law trails him, threatening his new life. A betrothed from the past returns and his enemies grow in number and strength…but little do they know that Nathan has always been a lot more than meets the eyes.

"Do you believe in magic?" Those where the last words the old woman said to the young man before handing over a silver spoon. Three wishes he had to make with that spoon and a chance to change time. However, a mystery was attached to everyone who owns the spoon. The pathetic man who had seperate with his wife and child due to poverty, ridicules her words because only kids believed in such saying. He jokingly made a wish with the spoon and suddenly found himself in an unknown land where everyone referred to him as; "The man from the future" With that mysterious spoon, what kind of wish could he have made? Would he ever get united with his family when he finds himself in a strange land?

It is 1941. Joaquim Dela Cruz is a Filipino pilot on an obsolete plane, a down-and-out fighter squadron, and is up against the might and the insurmountable force of Imperial Japan. When Joaquim is shot down and crashes in the jungles of Batangas, he transforms into something unexpected: a five-inch dwende. There is a hidden history in the Philippines, stories historians can't record, and it's called Folklores. And it's one Joaquim suddenly finds himself thrust into. He has no idea how and why someone played this trick on him. Joaquim finds out he isn't living in a bedtime fairy tale, this is as real as it gets—too real, in fact, that whoever caused this silly little metamorphosis, on whatever new mission he needs to do, can change the tides of war.

Alex was willing to do anything for his wife and her family, because of the love he had for his wife. However he was only rewarded with insults. They say monsters don't just form out of thin air , monsters are created. A monster is what Alex became ,when his wife , who he loved and cherished and her family who he took as his own, betrayed and framed him. Don't mess with a good man trying to fight his dark side, he can plot evil things against you in his messed up mind and you won't see it coming, until it smacks you in the face. Alex's in law's will face his wrath , because he was out for revenge for the humiliation he suffered.

He had always been regarded with so many titles.. Moocher.. Wretched Son In Law Expensive Liability.. Once the Live-in-son-in-law of the Blue Family till he got kicked out, James Stefflon returns back to the city with even more titles.. The Medicine god! The Gifted Heir! Man of Many Talents! Three years! Three years he spent trying to do his best to please a woman all so he could slowly win her love. Just when he felt he had succeeded, she shoved a divorce paper right at his face. Now all those who once looked down on him must now compete amongst themselves to be in his good grace..

"You miserable lowlife! Just get the hell out of my house!" Angela screamed. She dragged an overstuffed duffle bag out into the living room. "Please, Angie," Andre said. "We can work this out..." He pleaded in a docile tone, trying to calm his girlfriend down. She had never been this furious with him before. "Work out what? Your bankruptcy? How do you plan on doing that when your bank balance is zero?" Nathan, a deliveryman was betrayed, and kicked out of his house by his girlfriend. Was bullied by people around him. When he thought everything was over, he suddenly got a multitalented, and sudden wealth system. Now, he got the skills, and he's going to show them.