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I've never wanted this life for myself—this life filled with perils and evil. It's like a dream I can never escape from—a dream which I'm forever stuck in. Heh, no one ever wanted this life or ever wished for it. You'd be either insane or extremely evil to wish for this kind of life—the life where you don't have a choice over anything—the life where you're bound by your deepest desires. I never wanted to enter into the supernatural world. I never wanted to come across the Crimsones[1], Lycanthropes[2], demons and the rest. I never wanted to be involved in anything pertaining to the dark and supernatural world. I had always yearned for freedom and not servitude. But of course I was wrong all along. I had been delusional, thinking I'd be able to escape it all—to escape from fate. I never knew I would be pulled into this mess, becoming one of those dark creatures which roam about in the ungodly night. I never wanted to be a merciless predator who was also a prey to another predator (what a food chain!). But all is good. No matter what I shall not alli myself to degenerate into a heartless monster who only knew how to tear flesh, spill blood and break bones. I cannot allow my desires to pull me down. I cannot be corrupted by the abyss! My name is Daniel Stark and what I'm about to tell you is a real life horror. I don't know what you call horror or romance or fa Intasy but this story I'm about to tell you, you need to listen attentively and not miss a bit of information. This is my story—one beginning with pain.

A brutal earthquake unleashes its fury, reducing the entire world to a chaotic mess. Tony jolts awake within the ruins of a forsaken structure, mercilessly demolished by the relentless quake. Are there any pathetic wretches like him who managed to cling to their wretched existence amidst this devastation?

Dans un vaste empire, Adrian règne d’une main de fer, à la fois maître de l’armée et souverain du trône, acclamé pour sa puissance inégalée sur les champs de bataille. Pourtant, après une année de mariage, sa femme — ignorante de sa véritable identité — choisit le luxe au détriment de la loyauté. Malgré les efforts acharnés d’Adrian pour sauver leur union, elle le rejette, le traitant de bon à rien sans valeur. Découvrira-t-elle un jour qui il est réellement, et reviendra-t-elle pleine de remords ? Plongeons dans la vie de ce seigneur de guerre au destin prospère.

"Pardon?" Keegan pinched the bridge of his nose. "We were supposed to do this subtly, Eva. You don't just drop this kind of news like a bombshell." Eva didn't look remorseful. "He needs to know the truth." "Truth? What are you talking about?" Travis asked. Realizing Eva's hand was still in his, he withdrew it. Keegan shifted his gaze to Travis. He sighed and took out his phone. He said as he typed. "This is the DNA test result we carried out with your sample." He handed him the phone. With a frown, Travis's eyes scanned the screen. His eyes widened. The results stated that their DNA samples matched. How could he be a child of the Novaks? *** Travis's life was pretty much ordinary and average until one fateful night took the life of his adoptive father. He woke up in a mansion and they told him his biological father was the head of the Novaks, one the most influential family in the country. But it isn't a dream come true. Is he ready for the dangerous game of wealth, betrayal and secrets that comes with this new heritage?

A young man was trying to finish his high school project when a fire killed him. He thought this is the end but fate had something planned for him. He was reincarnated as young prince who is abandoned on an Dessert Island. How will he survive? How will he make this deserted barren land into an overpowered kingdom with his future knowledge?

​Aren is a guard and hunter in the dying city of Hayem. Due to the harshness of life, his only goal is to survive amidst the ruins left behind by a war that occurred a century ago. ​Aren had long accepted his fate: to live in poverty and die in obscurity. However, everything changed when he met a mysterious young woman with an odd obsession with milk, who claimed to have slept for a hundred years—dating back to before the war began. ​After a night filled with drunken promises to "fix this ugly world," Aren awoke to find himself in the past, sent there as the savior of Zeron. He realized that a Prime Spirit had brought him a century back in time. Now, to save the future, he must find and suppress the legends who destroyed everything he once knew: the Seven Warriors of Destruction. ​Possessing the power to manipulate time, Aren attempts to save each fated "destroyer" from the tragedies that would otherwise push them to choose the wrong path and join the Black Scorpion. ​As he strives to help them, he grows close to each of these women, and they in turn develop deep feelings for him. Unfortunately, it seems that destiny itself is conspiring against his mission. Every attempt he makes to save these women—who have become such a vital part of his life—only leads to their death and suffering. These tragedies are the very catalysts that force them to embrace the dark path ordained by fate, ultimately bringing about the very history that Aren is desperately trying to change.

What do you do when the person you sacrificed everything for throws you away like garbage??? Blake Sterling spent three years as an invisible househusband—mocked, belittled, and humiliated. What his wife didn't know: he was the billionaire secretly engineering her success. Every victory she celebrated? He built it. Every door that opened? He opened it. Every moment she looked through him like he was nothing? He swallowed the pain and kept building her success. Until the night he discovered her engagement to another man. The divorce papers she'd hidden in her drawer? He signed them first. The company she thought she'd built alone? He'd orchestrated everything. The life she thought she'd won? It was always his gift to give—and his to take away. Now she'll discover the most terrifying truth of all: The man who had nothing was the one who had everything. And she just let him walk away.

He was at the verge of securing the contract that would change his life, the contract that would prove to everyone that he wasn't just the worthless house husband, but suddenly he received a call. His wife was shouting over the phone, calling for him to attend to his sick daughter. Without thinking, he abandoned the opportunity of a lifetime, only to go to the hospital and find no one. When he went home, a party was being held without him. His child looked healthy, and his wife had another man's arm around her waist, the same man she'd told him was nothing but business and they were celebrating the same contract that phone call had made him lose. Ethan lost it. He'd spent 9 years living as a ghost because he believed he could build something outside of his family's wealth, with a woman who he'd loved right from campus. But the world was cruel to an honest man like him and now, he'd have to turn to his past and face the very thing that made him walk away from a dynasty, only this time, there is much more darkness to it that he must face.

Everyone in Chicago thought Keith Cross was nothing—a discarded war hero turned human blood bank for his in-laws. His wife called him a leech, her mother demanded he donate or die, and her new lover promised to "drain him dry." But what they didn’t know? That “worthless freeloader” they mocked… was the Miracle Doctor they’d been desperately begging to save their dying son. “You think you can throw me out like trash?” Keith says with a slow, deadly smirk. “You’ve been living off my charity this entire time.” When Keith flashes his black VIP card, the world shifts. Elite restaurant managers fall to their knees. Security guards bow. And his ex-wife? She drops to the floor, begging for mercy after publicly calling him a busboy in disguise. “You said I was a blood bag,” Keith says, towering over her. “Funny. You never asked whose blood ran this city's veins.” She called him weak. He became untouchable. Now he’s back—to take everything they stole, and leave them gasping in the dust of his name.

Dominic Haugland got zero. Zilch. His stepmother made sure she seized every bit of his father's legacy after the funeral. But as Dominic stepped off the property, a phone call changed everything. His father’s lawyer revealed a hidden trust, a stash of wealth that dwarfed what the world knew about. A cold smile spread across Dominic’s face. His gold-digging stepmother thought she’d won, but she’d really only settled for the scraps.