Komi Can't Communicate Tadano

Jayce Carter was born broke but brilliant, surviving the streets of Brooklyn with nothing but a sharp mind, sharper tongue, and a dark ambition. After his brother is murdered in a drug deal gone wrong, Jayce claws his way into the underworld—not to survive, but to dominate. He builds his blood empire from scratch—laundering money, stealing territory, and outsmarting every rival. But there’s one man he can’t outmaneuver: Malik Stone—the dangerously sexy, calculating kingpin who once broke Jayce's heart... and now wants a cut of his empire. Enemies close in. Bodies pile up. And Jayce must decide: Will he let love weaken him—or weaponize it to destroy everyone in his way? Power. Betrayal. Bloodlust. In the game of kings, only one man can rule... and Jayce is done playing fair.

What do you do when no one around you can be trusted? When the world turns its back on you? Can you fight them all—and win? I tried. And now… here I am. With two names. Weird, right? Ironic, even. But that’s my reality. Don’t ask how I got my name. You’ll find out soon enough. For now, just know this: I’m Gensei Haruto. The only human without a core. In a world where power defines your worth, I have nothing. No family. No hope. Not that hope matters—hope is a disease. But there's one thing I will protect, no matter what it takes. Even if it kills me. Even if I lose everything. I will grow stronger. No matter the cost.

Marco Deluca died a nobody. He woke up in a world of awakeners, mana cores, and noble families who treat commoners like insects. His body? Unawakened. His future? Garbage destined for the gutter. But he brought something back with him. The Infinity Money System. Now every gold coin he spends becomes power. Every luxury purchase accelerates his growth. And when the coldest ice princess in the empire—Isabella Moretti, the A-rank prodigy who makes S-rankers tremble—calls him worthless trash? Marco drops one hundred thousand gold coins at her feet. "I can't fight you. But I can buy you." One man. Unlimited wealth. Zero cultivation. And he just made a deal with the most dangerous woman in the world.

“Don’t make a scene, Marcus.” Quinn’s eyes, always so cold, flicked over him as if he were an unwanted stain. “A Saintess can’t be sullied by a man like you. Keep your distance.” For three years, Marcus Steel was a ghost in his own marriage. His wife, worshipped for her holy power, never let him near—not even a touch, not a night together. Yet every gathering, she let Alexander—her so-called ‘brother,’ his former best friend—rest his head in her lap, her hand stroking his hair, their laughter intimate and careless for the world to see. “Does it ever bother you?” Marcus whispered one night, desperation thick in his voice. “That you give him what you never gave me?” Sophia only smiled, distant as ever. “Alexander needs me. You… you’re just my duty.” When the earthquake shattered the banquet hall, Marcus reached for her through the falling debris. “Quinn! Please! Just take my hand—help me!” But her golden barrier was already around Alexander. She didn’t even look at Marcus as he screamed, “I’m your husband! Don’t leave me—” “I can’t save everyone,” she said, voice like ice. “Alex is injured. I promised to protect him.” As rubble crushed his body and hope faded, something ancient awoke in Marcus. Flames danced in his blood, power surging from the pain, the betrayal. From the ashes of humiliation and heartbreak, a dragon roared to life. Marcus Steel is dead. The Dragon King rises—and the Saintess will beg for mercy she never showed. DRAGON BOOK PART 2- PRIESTESS'S WORTHLESS HUSBAND IS A DRAGON COMMANDER

Ethan Cross has spent years enduring humiliation at the hands of his unfaithful wife, Sarah, and her wealthy, powerful family. Treated like an outcast, Ethan’s love for Sarah keeps him trapped in a marriage filled with betrayal and manipulation. But everything changes when a shocking incident reveals that Ethan is the long-lost heir to the Van Rensselaer fortune—an empire that rivals the wealth and influence of Sarah’s family. Fueled by anger and a thirst for vengeance, Ethan rises to reclaim what is rightfully his. As he navigates a world of power, deception, and deadly alliances, Sarah and her family plot against him, determined to destroy him before he can strike back. Along the way, Ethan finds an unexpected ally—and a potential new love interest—but his heart is scarred by betrayal, and trust doesn’t come easy. With thrilling twists, explosive secrets, and a relentless drive for revenge, Ethan will stop at nothing to bring down those who wronged him. But the Forresters won’t go down without a fight, and the game of power and retribution is just beginning. Will Ethan succeed in his quest for justice, or will Sarah’s family destroy him before he can claim his legacy? One thing is certain—nothing is as it seems, and no one is safe.

"Kill it! It's a defect! A stain like that has no right to exist in our city!" I looked at the small, pathetic puddle of black ink at my feet. The High Inquisitor’s laughter echoed through the hall, followed by the mocking sneers of the elite. My family’s last hope was crushed. My rank was zero. My future was a death sentence. But as the guard’s boot came down to crush my "beast," the world went cold. "Don't," I whispered. It was too late. The shadow didn't die. It opened its mouth. One gulp. That was all it took for a Rank-B knight to vanish into the darkness. In a world where Beast Tamers are kings and ranks are law, I was born a zero. They called my summon a "Formless Blob." They sentenced us to death before we could even breathe. Little did they know, my beast isn't from this world. It doesn't have a rank because the system can't measure the Abyss. It doesn't have a limit because it grows by eating everything they hold dear. Ranks? Social status? Respect? My shadow is hungry. And today, the elites are on the menu.

When the world's most powerful Demon Lord runs out of food, she doesn't need a hero, she needs a farmer. Hafiz was just a man with a green thumb until he was kidnapped to the demon realm. Now, he's the only thing standing between a starving kingdom and total annihilation. As his crops grow, so does his influence, turning a captive situation into a kingdom-building revolution. But when his own kind comes to 'save' him by burning everything he's built, Hafiz must decide where his loyalty truly lies: with the humans who abandoned him, or the demon queen who can't live without his harvest.

"I want to end this relationship for good," Megan said coldly.  Charlie's heart sank. "Why?" He stammered to ask, trying to disbelieve what he had just heard.  "You want to know why?" Megan glared at him. "That's because you're a trash picker! My bright future can't shine with someone like you. So from now on, don't trouble me!"  Despite everything Charlie had done for her, Megan felt that they weren't enough. She wanted more, but Charlie couldn't meet her high expectations.  So she walked out of their three-year relationship to be with the rich, campus guy, calling Charlie a thorn in her flesh. But then.... Something happened.  A mysterious call.  Charlie's life changed. He's no longer the trash picker everyone knew on the campus. He now dines in the palace with dignitaries. To you, what do you think will be his next move? Revenge or what?  Read to find out. 

An abandoned egg, expected to die at the hand of nature, was given a second chance to live. Thanks to the drop of essence from the legendary Twin Physiques Creation Fruit. A thousand years later, an abandoned infant was picked up from the forest and named "Chen Tu." From here on, Chen Tu embarks on a quest to discover the truth behind his origin, how he came to this world, and unveils the curtain of secrets beyond this "realm" he currently stands.

James struggled to sit up, his body throbbing with pain. How much more of this can I take? Everywhere I turn, it’s nothing but mockery and betrayal. For years, I’ve been nothing but a pawn in someone else’s game. His mind drifted to his sister in the hospital, clinging to life because he couldn’t afford better care. Maybe they’re right. Maybe I am worthless.