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His mother was abandoned, left to rot in a storage room. His blind sister had been sold as a gift to powerful men. And the woman he sacrificed everything for stood laughing beside her new lover. "My future is worth more than your entire family," Olivia sneered. Something inside Kevin died that day. But what Olivia didn't know was that prison hadn't broken him—it had transformed him. The desperate prisoner she mocked was secretly the last disciple of a legendary master. The same man now held the favor of billionaires, business empires, and the most powerful figures in the country. Holding his dying mother in his arms, Kevin made a vow. "You took everything from me." His eyes turned cold. "Now I'll take everything from you." They betrayed a son. They sold a sister. They created the billionaire who would become their downfall.

It started with the first $100 from Forex after losing nearly $15,000+ in the past few years. A small gain, but it was everything to Reese Myles. A sign that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t cursed to fail forever. Then came the Wealth Accumulation System. On the night Reese should have died, crushed and heartbroken on the cold asphalt, clutching that first win in his hands with so much regret that he hadn't made anything good of himself, fate had other plans. [Wealth Accumulation System: Initialization Complete] [Current Net Worth: $0 | Projected Worth: Infinite] [Debt: ...........calculating] Reese can now invest, trade and avoid losses now that he is armed with WAS. Forex is going to make him a billionaire...or maybe even more than a billionaire, and he will defeat his rival, on both sides, crypto and trading, and take down everyone who treated him like trash.

The system gave you ten thousand points to define your worth. Davan Creel has zero. In a world where an invisible soul-tattoo dictates your legal rights and evolutionary power, Davan is branded a subhuman anomaly and sold into the brutal slave mines. But zero doesn't mean empty—it means unranked. When Davan strikes back against an abusive overseer, he triggers a terrifying glitch in the divine code. He can't level up, but any ranked fighter he touches has their power permanently subtracted from their soul, leaving them as shivering, powerless mortals. Masked behind an iron brawling sleeve in the illegal fighting rings, Davan begins an explosive climb by dragging the arrogant elite down to his level. The global leaderboard is updating with a dangerous negative variable, and the ruling Iron Court is hunting him down—unaware that Davan is a living kill-switch about to uninstall the throne.

A murderer. A crazy woman. Is what they all call me. Apparently to me, I'm seeing the dead, which makes me crazy to everyone, but I know I'm not. Being stuck in a psychiatric hospital with a pending murder case at hand is not how I pictured this time of my life. I don't really get it. I am a lot of things that I'm not proud of, but certainly not a murderer. How on earth will I be able to vindicate myself if the dead is making me look like a murderer? How will I be able to vindicate myself when my past ways isn't even something to write home about, and all it can do is just spice up my case? How will I be able to save myself when I, and the dead was never in good terms, and I happen to be the cause of it all? What have I done to myself?

He spent three years on his knees. He was never meant to be there. Three years ago, Kael woke up in an alley with no memories and no name. A wealthy family took him in, married him to the daughter they'd given up on, and turned him into their live-in servant—the one who apologizes when vases break and doesn't fight back when fists fly. Then something inside him starts to wake up. Hunters begin appearing. Beautiful, inhuman things that speak a name he doesn't recognize, and when they say it, something in him answers. Memories start bleeding through—memories of power, of judgment, of being something far more than human. Kael wasn't a nobody who lost his past. He was a god. The one who held other gods accountable. And when he got too close to their secrets, they ripped away his power, erased his mind, and buried him in a mortal body to suffer and forget. Now he's remembering. But every time he reaches for what he used to be, he loses a piece of the life he built here—his memories, his emotions, his connection to the wife who stayed. His brother, a god of war, is coming to finish the job. Seven days until he arrives. Kael can become what he was and lose everything human about himself, or stay who he is and die.

Kael died once. That should’ve been the end of his story. Instead, the universe spat him back into a body far too young, armed with a power too gentle for a world too cruel — healing. Now reincarnated in a realm of blood, sigils, and fucked-up prophecy, Kael is tethered to a system that refuses to let him die quietly. With every wound he mends, every soul he saves, something in the world grows obsessed with him — and it doesn't know how to love gently. This isn’t a tale of a soft-hearted healer. This is war in reverse. --- Synopsis Kael was a broken mercenary, trained to end lives cleanly and silently. When a mission went sideways, his death was supposed to be a mercy. But instead of peace, he wakes up eight years old in a world where magic is real, monsters are philosophical, and the System — an AI-like force of impossible will — has made him its chosen Healer. But healing in this world isn’t passive. To mend flesh, he must feel the pain. To revive the dead, he must stare into death. And to survive, he must master the language of combat through restoration. Thrown into an orphanage that smells like trauma and burnt bread, surrounded by allies with secrets and enemies with smiles, Kael starts building power the only way the System allows — by saving people who are definitely not worth saving. Along the way, Kael must contend with psychic cultists, violent guild politics, experimental arcane theory, and the uncomfortable truth that whatever rules this universe? It fucking loves him. Maybe too much.

Vengeance! The target here was the beautiful princess of the Cyprus kingdom, Princess Chu Hua. She has been living her whole life in the kingdom without stepping out of the gate, for a reason best known to her father. A time finally came, when her uncle, who was a stepbrother to her father. That was thrown out of the kingdom a long time ago, rise against them, for vengeance. Was her father actually guilty? Not at all, he only fought for his right to become the successor of their father as the firstborn. On hearing this, commander Lucifer, who happens to be the commander of the Cyprus kingdom, and princess Chu Hua crush. He arose to fight for her and the kingdom. He wasn't going to do this alone; commander Lucifer secretly trained princess Chu Hua. Commander Lucifer has unknown powers that no one was aware of. A time came when he gave the princess a magical sword. This sword wasn't meant for her. It was an assigned sword for a warrior to rescue a kingdom from a long time prepared battle, in the kingdom of mermaids. That sword took her away from her kingdom to a place she never knew existed in this world. How will she cope in a world, where everyone has powers except for her? _________ “ He's Cthulhu. The great ocean monster, and you must defeat him to save humanity.” a voice echoed. To defeat Cthulhu isn't a child's play.

“You're not a nobody,” Victor Moon said, his silver eyes unreadable. “You're the man gods once feared.” Banished from divine memory and stripped of celestial might, Marcus Steele walks among mortals in plain clothes and quiet patience. Bound by an ancient marriage contract, he arrives in Manhattan—a city of supernatural elites—to claim his betrothed. But Diana Sterling, the ice-cold CEO of Sterling Industries, publicly humiliates him, mocking his appearance, status, and power. She doesn’t know who she’s mocking. None of them do. “Take your money,” Diana sneers, hurling a check worth millions. “We're not equals. You don’t belong in my world.” She’s wrong. When shadow demons strike, Marcus reveals a glimpse of the war god he once was—effortlessly annihilating threats, catching the attention of Sarah Moon, heiress to the most feared family in the supernatural underworld. “Marcus,” Sarah whispers, fierce and elegant, “I want you to be my partner.” As Manhattan’s elites scramble to earn his favor, old enemies emerge from the shadows, desperate to keep Marcus from reclaiming his throne. But with each battle, his power returns—and so do his memories. “Tell your master,” Marcus says, standing over broken assassins, “that some wars aren’t worth starting.” They wanted a pawn. They mocked a drifter. They awoke a god. Now, Marcus Steele is done pretending.

Jack. I was dead mysteriously but found myself before someone so powerful. I regretted my death. Because no one wants to be dead so early and tragically. And that happened right when I was on my way to meet my love of life. But as I resisted being dead, he gave me chance a second chance to know the real meaning of life by sending me indifferent bodies for twenty days. It was as simple as it sounds to be...! This story is all about my journey to various bodies and the things I learned from their lives while living in them. Watch out for my mysterious revisit to the earth but with some conditions through this book. ****** Era... I was dead, they killed me. What did I do to them to be bullied to death? I can't accept my death...! I won't accept my death...! I yelled...! Burning in vengeance...! Why should I accept my fate when I did nothing wrong other than being nice and patient? But now I was standing before the greatest power and he decided to give me a chance. A second chance. But...! He didn't do it the normal way, he gave me a host body and challenged me to find out the real secret behind my death and to satisfy my revenge. Watch out my story in this book if I was able to find out the secrets...! Thank you for choosing my book. Do leave a review or comments, anything will be appreciated.

Theodore is a young man who dreams of making his loved ones happy. But who would have thought that making someone happy would be so difficult? Not only that, but what if everyone around him wasn't a normal human, including him?