Just Some Guy

Quantum technologies are like taking resources from another dimension. This comparison was considered more of a metaphor by everyone, exactly before in 2066 a gap formed in the digital quantum network into another world, similar to MMORPG. Only unlike the game, it was real and the resources that were taken out of it materialized in our world. But the pioneers, who rushed into the rift in the thirst to get rich easily and quickly, were in for an unpleasant surprise. Death in this world led to death in the real world. A guy named Tim, who lost his job, due to circumstances decides to become a "player" - a tunneler in the rift. He was waiting for the fate of an ordinary monster killer or miner, giving most of his earnings to corporate workers, if at one point a mysterious Artifact did not fall into his hands.

Damien, a humble delivery guy, caught his girlfriend cheating with another man, while delivering a package to an apartment. The man was a spoiled, rich second-generation heir named Orion son of Derick. She didn’t even admit she was wrong. Instead, she hurled insults at Damien and coldly declared she could never live with someone stuck in poverty like him. Crushed and humiliated, Damien climbed onto his bike and rode away. But fate had other plans. On the road, he was involved in a terrible accident. As his vision began to fade, a mechanical voice echoed in his mind: Ding… System Activated. Welcome to the All-in-One Task Reward System. Those were the last words Damien heard before everything went dark.

Blood wasn't merely just life, it was power, currency, and divine mandate. It was the thread that kept the fragile Empire afloat, and the tool by which the favoured lord over the feeble. Blood was known to all; feared by some, and coveted by others. Streets sang with pained screams, the glorious liquid trailing forth as rivers in the shadows. In the midst of such treachery, a suffering youth strived consistently to beat the odds. Ezekiel Stormwing, a young adult with crippling responsibilities, toiled everyday to make ends meet. Living in the struggling West with his father, they laboured ceaselessly under the venomous gaze of malevolent fiends. It was a world of segregation, all moving to the will of avarice. The wealthy desired more, while the poor pleaded for so little. All chased after coveted dreams, uncaring to others around them. Life was ever moving, satiating the powerful and draining the weak. Everything was mechanical, predictable, untill eventually… it wasn't. On an occasion celebrating Nefaria’s past triumph, war erupted. Ezekiel Stormwing found himself caught in the crossfire, his life dangling away in a whirlwind of pain. In a desperate gamble to save his father, he wagered his life. Death coveted his soul, but just before his flame extinguished…it erupted, a shimmering power once sealed within him unlocked. With rejuvenated resolve, he defied faith. He manifested his desire, saving his father from certain doom. Now, after the war, his eyes settled on a new goal, one that would keep him ever close to the frigid gates of the afterlife. Will he succeed, or will destiny finally erase his existence?

I'm a special guy, no doubt. No one can do what I do. No one has the ability I have and if the government found out about what I can do, they'd probably lock me up to do thousands of experiments on me... and yet, I still manage to do everything wrong. Even with all the advantages anyone can possess and having the literal answers from the universe, I am absolutely lost. In fact, the universe and I have a rocky relationship and are in a constant fight. So, I hope you know that the universe is telling my story wrong. I am not a genius, I am not an innovative visionary and more importantly: I AM NOT GAY.

Ace thought he could fuck his ex and walk away clean. One night in that cheap motel with Lena was supposed to be just a mistake. One raw, desperate fuck where she rode him like she owned his soul, her scorching velvet pussy gripping him so tight he forgot his own name. But the hickeys on his neck the next morning set everything on fire. Clara saw them. Clara lost her shit. And suddenly their “open” marriage looked like the hypocritical joke it had always been. Now Lena won’t let go. She’s not the girl he left behind anymore. She’s Nova now — colder, meaner, and ten times more dangerous. Packages start showing up at his door: her soaked panties that still smell like her cum, a single black rose, and then the steel cock cage. Cold. Unforgiving. Clicking shut around his throbbing dick while she watches with that satisfied little smile. Every time Ace tells himself it’s over, his cock betrays him. Every time he tries to be the good husband, he ends up back between her legs, leaking and desperate, hating how fucking perfect it feels to be used by her again. Clara is lying. His job is slipping. And Nova is tightening the leash. He knows he should stop. He knows this is going to destroy him. But the truth is worse: he doesn’t want to. Some exes don’t just come back. They lock you up and make you beg for more.

Dia, a calm and sweet assistant manager of her father's company was forged into cruel and hostile by her to-be husband who dumped her on the wedding day, because of a ridiculous reason. Now she wants a revenge on any man; fool a man in love. In her quest, she chooses, Max, a sweet and coolheaded CEO whose wedding to his fiance was just few months to go. Max, whose fiance was the sister of Dia's to-be husband, who had dumped her. What a best pitch of revenge. But will she be able to keep up with the plan when not only she picks the wrong guy (the only son of Rowe, the monster of Seattle), but also got pregnant for him? Will her ego be enough or will the pregnancy break her? How will she get her revenge on men?!!!! Book 2 - Dia: Taming her Cold Secretary. Story about Dia and Albert. Dia is an indifferent CEO who is bright and efficient. Her efficiency makes the group of CEO'S in her state appoint her as the President of their association and represents them at several international conferences. She's the talk of the Town and every man would die to touch her feet. But she feels like she doesn't really need a man. She only needs a Sex-mate. Then she chose her personal secretary who doesn't like anything about her. He was only tied to her for the money. But Dia is pissed that how could he say no to A TALK OF THE TOWN? Thus she's bent on making him beg for her. Even by going to the extent of making him watch her lay with other men... Yet, Albert, the cold Secretary, refuses to be broken. And Dia refuses to lose... Her ego won't spare her if she loses.

My name is Joe Mzalendo. Mine country is Credonia, a third-world country. Born and raised here, I loved my country just like every other patriotic citizen. As I grew up, all I ever wanted was a good degree and a good job with the government. All that I looked forward to so that I could help others and see to it that things went the right way. I had a dream of transforming my country through fighting and nipping Corruption by the roots. I thought getting in was the right move and the only way to make a change. In the end, I was all wrong. I found myself imprisoned by powers I couldn't control and forces I could not break. Without options, I watched people suffer as I did nothing. It was a stab through my heart. I had to live with the knife through my heart and in pain. It was either that and try to help those I could or die. I not only walked with death but saw it most of the time. It was then that I learned; some things are better done from a distance. I learnt never to put out a conflagration from inside a blazing house.

No one came any closer to me since I began to hear voices. It was as if I possessed some kind of aura that attracted everyone, like a field that attracted people. I was either insane or a monster, which I suppose I could be, according to everyone at school. I was able to hear what others were thinking, but no one else seemed to be able to, and some of them remembered me from first grade, when everything first started. I was able to focus better on school because I was isolated, and I loved to do well in school. Since I learned how to silence the voices, at least it had. Before that, I was unable to think in light of the consistent clamor of every other person's brain pounding me constantly.

A young teenager discovered his destiny, his calling to be defend the human race against ancient threat, that threatens the existence of the human race. Assisted by some individuals he embark on his mission to end this threat

To Sophia, Michael was nothing but a placeholder husband. To Victoria, he was a stray dog they kept around for pity. But when Henry – his father-in-law, the only one who ever showed him kindness, lay dying, everything changed. Little did Michael know that the Donovan empire was about to be willed to him. “Would you want to become the head of the Donovan family?” Henry asked. The question hit Michael like a wave— unbelievable, impossible. He wasn’t born to power, was he? Yet, Henry saw something in him that no one else ever did: strength, loyalty, heart. Unfortunately, this only brought more hate to Michael from the patriarch’s daughters. “You’ll never see a single cent of this family’s money,” Victoria spat. After Henry died, they manipulated the will and threw him out. But the truth about Michael’s past is bigger than anyone can imagine. He isn’t just some helpless man with a forgotten name. He’s the heir to a legacy, the storm standing quietly at the door. He’s the lost heir to the mighty Ainsley family. A mighty storm they didn’t see coming.