John B Routledge

John Whitaker had nothing but his name—just a plain, useless name in a world ruled by money, influence, and cold-hearted power. He was the unwanted son-in-law of the Prestwick dynasty; an empire worth hundreds of billions. His marriage to Eleanor Prestwick was a shameful secret, something the Prestwick family pretended never happened, and whenever they had to acknowledge it, they reminded everyone that John was the charity case Eleanor brought home from a job internship in a poor neighborhood out of pity. They called him a parasite. They treated him like a stray dog that refused to leave. They spat on his dignity, sneered at his dreams, and sneered even louder when his mother was diagnosed with stage four pancreatic cancer. When he begged for help on his knees, in tears, in public; they laughed. John almost lost his will to live. But fate has a way of rewarding the broken. That very night, when he had no place to sleep, and his mother was on the brink of death in a public hospital ward stinking of poverty and pain, a letter arrived. An inheritance. John Whitaker was not who he thought he was. He was the sole blood heir to the late Howard Ravenshore, the secretive trillionaire who had disappeared from the global stage ten years ago. A man with holdings in every continent, silent power over more than forty governments, and a fortune beyond imagination. His assets were masked under shell companies, shadow trusts, and ghost accounts—untouchable, invisible, unstoppable. And now all of it belonged to John. In an instant, the man who once begged for pennies became the richest human being alive.

“I buried you,” the traitor whispered. “Then dig deeper,” Kaelen replied, voice like sand on steel, “because I’m not done rising.” Zaria stood behind him, the wind pulling strands of her hair like fire-dancers in the dusk. “Let them come,” she said. “We burn hotter together.” The masked woman landed beside them, blades humming with heat. “You still don’t get it,” Kaelen muttered, watching the desert pulse like a living thing. “Get what?” “This isn’t a fight for gold.” “Then what is it?” Kaelen smirked, cracked lips bloodied. “It’s the reckoning.” Kaelen was left for dead in the scorching sands of Sutekh; stripped of his name, his wife, and the child he never met. But the desert doesn’t forget. It carves vengeance into bone. Now, Kaelen rises from the ruins of betrayal as something more than a man: marked by ancient fire, hunted by his half-brother, and haunted by what he can’t remember. As he claws his way back through a kingdom built on secrets, one thing drives him: Zaria. His wife. Missing, maybe dead; or worse, weaponized by those who want to claim a legacy soaked in blood. But Zaria is no victim. Imprisoned and pregnant, she holds the key to an empire long thought dead. And when her twin sister emerges from the shadows to seize that power for herself, love becomes war — and the price of legacy is life itself. In a world where loyalty is a lie and prophecy demands sacrifice, Kaelen must decide: will he reclaim what was stolen; or burn it all to the ground? OF FLAME, SAND, AND GOLD is an epic fantasy of fire-forged vengeance, unbroken love, and the rebirth of a forgotten kingdom.

A young, experienced lumberjack named John experiences a series of horrific events, which then gradually begins to reveal his true identity Who exactly is this person? A lumberjack?…

The Imperial Crest Hotel stands as the crown of Washington’s luxury, a world of glass, marble, and secrets. Beneath its shimmering beauty works John Raymond, a quiet bellhop who spends his days serving the wealthy and enduring humiliation from those who see him as nothing. But when fate reveals that John is the long-lost heir to the empire that owns the hotel itself, everything changes. The servant becomes the master. The invisible man becomes the power behind every door that once closed in his face. Armed with wealth, intelligence, and the cold patience of a survivor, John begins to rebuild what was stolen from his family. Those who mocked him, the arrogant investors, the corrupt executives, and the woman who betrayed him for luxury soon discover that the man they dismissed is the one who holds their future. Within the glittering halls of The Imperial Crest, vengeance takes form behind polite smiles and business suits. Every deal hides a threat, every favour carries a price, and every betrayal becomes a lesson in justice. The Heir Behind the Crest is a tale of power reclaimed and pain reborn into purpose, a story of a man who rose from servitude to sovereignty and proved that sometimes silence is the loudest roar.

Ten years ago, John Hardwick was the golden boy of the nation. The youngest billionaire in history. The face of every magazine. The pride of the powerful Hardwick dynasty; worth trillions. He was rich, brilliant, devastatingly handsome, and born to inherit an empire. But then… he made one mistake. A scandal so massive it rocked the country. His grandfather; the terrifying patriarch of the Hardwick family, was furious. Disgraced, John vanished overnight. His name was wiped clean from the internet. No news, no photos, no trace. As if he never existed. People said he was dead. Some whispered he ran away. But soon, the world forgot him entirely. What no one knew was that he didn’t disappear… he was exiled. His grandfather didn’t just cut him off—he threw him into the harshest military unit in the world. No mercy. No privileges. Just blood, fire, and war. For ten brutal years, John was forged like steel in the furnace of hell. He rose through the ranks, unstoppable. Fearless. Lethal. Eventually, he earned a title that sent shivers through the enemy ranks: GOD OF WAR. Now, he’s back. Not as a spoiled billionaire—but as a weapon. A king in exile returned. And this time, he’s taking back everything that was his. The name. The throne. The trillion-dollar empire. And anyone who stands in his way… will fall.

John transmigrated into a magical world. By luck, he occupied the body of half-elf who could control plants. After he occupied the body, he used the mysterious power of plants to make novel things that he had never been able to do in his previous life.

John, a struggling office worker, is fired and betrayed all on the same day. A mystery software gives him the opportunity to become wealthier than he could have ever imagined just as he is about to give up. However, there are several obstacles and an odd diversion on the road to riches.

John Erling and his class had been summoned to another world. Every single one of them had been blessed by one of the many gods. "What do you mean i have been blessed by the goddess of snakes?" (Not my image, if the author wants me to put it down. Please contact me and i will.)

In his wife's opinion, John was a piece of garbage. A piece of tissue paper was thought to be his priceless gift to his wife. Nobody knew he was General Carlos's son by another woman. The Carlos family never anticipated his arrival. What will transpire, however, if he is chosen to succeed the General as a New General of the City?

In a world of luxury and tech empires, Jamie Luther's life implodes. "You were never someone I would fall in love with. And so what if I used you....you should be grateful I found you useful at the first place" Francesca sneered. ******** Betrayed by his wife and family, Jamie vows revenge. As Francesca and Fred Blackwood scheme, Jamie unearths a deadly conspiracy. With allies in tow, he'll seek justice, but at what cost? Can they survive his retribution? Will he ever forgive? What happens when you underestimate a Luther?