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“Just because I couldn’t afford to buy a gold ring for my wife she cheated on me with her boss. Today I am the heir to the company where they work,” Jamole intoned… Jamole was a poor janitor who adored his wife, Stella so much. When his wife wanted a gold ring for her birthday gift, he told her he was a pauper and couldn’t afford one but for her sake he was going to buy her the gold ring. He worked harder and painstakingly spent his life savings as a janitor to buy her one. When he visited home to give her the gold ring, he met a flamboyant man banging her in their matrimonial bed. Worst still, Stella yelled at Jamole and ordered him to go on his knees and apologize for distracting them. As though that wasn’t enough, she tossed divorce papers at him and demanded for a divorce since he wouldn’t apologize. Jamole left the marriage heartbroken and pained. He bumped into a disable girl in a wheel chair who begged on the street and proposed marriage to her with the same ring. From that moment his financial life changed and he became the richest tycoon in Antipolo. How did it happen? Who is the disable girl in a wheel chair? And what would his revenge look like?

To save his family, he had to stop being human. Twenty-four-year-old Jid has spent his life in the dirt, breathing the rust of the Bulwark slums. As the sole guardian of his younger sister, Sommy, his world is measured in scraps of bread and the hours of backbreaking labor he sells to the powerful guilds. He doesn’t dream of glory; he dreams of a roof that doesn't leak and a meal that doesn't taste like ash. But the world outside the walls is changing. The "Infected" are evolving, and the shadows are growing teeth. When a high-stakes raid into the forbidden zones turns into a bloody execution, Jid is the one left behind. Betrayed and gutted by the monsters in the dark, he should have died in the mud. Instead, something ancient and hungry found him first. Jid wakes up to a world he no longer recognizes. The pain is gone, replaced by a cold, mechanical pulse in his mind and a shimmering gold light in his eyes. A strange, haunting interface now dictates his every move, granting him powers that defy the laws of time and biology—powers that the ruling corporations would kill to own. But the "System" isn't a gift. It’s a tether to an outer-world threat that views humanity as nothing more than ink on a page, ready to be erased. Now, Jid must return to the city that abandoned him, hiding the monster he is becoming while using his new abilities to protect the only person he has left. He survived the death of his old life, but as the hunger grows and the "System" begins to rewrite his soul, Jid realizes the hardest part isn't surviving the dead—it’s surviving the thing he’s turning into. And whatever is coming for him.

147 monsters. Kaelen Venn remembers every single one of their final apologies. Not out of sentimentality, but because most of them used to be human. In the haunting world of Elegy’s Cradle, ignored grief doesn't just fade away—it transforms. It morphs into hollow, hungering beasts that used to have names. Kaelen is a Grave-Warden. His job? Hunt these creatures down before they spread. His second, unwritten job? Make sure he doesn't become one of them. To fight the darkness, Kaelen has deliberately fractured his own soul, transforming the world’s raw sorrow into devastating power. But this magic demands a terrible toll. He has already forgotten the sound of a laugh he once cherished—he doesn't even remember *whose* it was. Six Wardens carried this burden before him. All six became the very monsters they hunted. Kaelen has survived longer than any of them, but survival feels like a curse. Until he meets **Solm Veylan**. Solm doesn't look like a monster. He looks like a peaceful savior. With the ability to strip away a person's grief, Solm leaves people smiling, calm... and completely empty. Now, with agents embedded in every global faction, Solm aims to awaken a two-thousand-year-old entity to erase grief from the world forever. He calls it ultimate mercy. Kaelen calls it an apocalypse of the soul. Flanked by **Mira**, a half-transformed twelve-year-old girl he chose to save rather than execute, Kaelen stands as the final wall against this blissful annihilation. Because grief isn't a disease to be cured; it is the raw, agonizing price of love. Kaelen has been paying that price for eight years. And he will keep paying it—even if it tears his soul apart. ---

“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.

“Captain Spark, you’re insane,” Michael said hoarsely. “I’m an actor, not a cop. I’m not a monster.” “But you understand monsters, don’t you?” Ashley shot back. She pointed to the playback monitor showing his recent scene. “That look in your eyes, the way you enjoyed the kill… You’re more convincing than half the criminals in our files.” Michael had no response. Because she wasn’t wrong. The system made it easy, too easy, to empathize with darkness.

Can you live carefree knowing that nothing is right? Being born in a dystopia. Spending all your life locked up in a little town, where everything is eerie; everyday is a drag and there's no hope of change. My only source of joy was my big brother but since he was no more, I wouldn't be put down and locked up by 'fate'. Living in cage all your life just to die the moment you are set free... I didn't believe in that. I wanted freedom.

“You are a stupid son-in-law! Loser! Not reliable! You don't deserve to be my son-in-law." Agler has been married to Pooja, Dalton's daughter for two years, but during that time he doesn’t have a job and he only lived with his in-laws. That make Agler always gets blasphemy from his in-laws. One day, Agler came home with money as much as 20,000 dollars. Instantly, his father-in-law was immediately kind to him. But, where did Agler get the money?

“You are worthless Ryker, you don’t deserve a goddess like me.” Sara Ford didn’t hold back when she divorced Ryker. “Oh no! The richest man in the city is bowing to my scum ex husband?” “He’s also a mysterious golden healer?” “The President calls him Godfather? Did I make a mistake by divorcing him?” After Sara divorced Ryker and called him trash, Ryker recovered from his amnesia and then, nothing, could stop THE REIGN OF RYKER SAVAGE.

Warren made to speak but just then the MC got the stage, officially welcoming everyone to the gala. Just then Lady Williams joins them. Surprised couldn't describe what she felt seeing Warren at the gala. “What's he doing here?” She asked. “We’re just as shocked as you are grandma,” Troy said. “Don't stand close to us. I don’t want anyone thinking we are actually associated with a commoner like you,” Laurel said. Soon they were interrupted by the loud voice from the speaker. “...Please welcome on stage, the host of tonight's gala and newly appointed CEO of Sterling Heights, Warren Easton.” Loud cheers and applauses erupted immediately. Warren made his way to the front and stood until the noise died down. His eyes squarely on the Williams family. He watched as their faces switched from the looks of confusion to realisation to that of surprise. He had them where he wanted them. Bingo.

Enzo wasn’t special. He wasn’t chosen. He wasn’t even paying attention. So how did he end up kicked out of his own body and replaced by an exiled heavenly god? One moment, he was running from a deadly plague with his best friend Finn. The next, he’s a disembodied soul—floating like a confused ghost—while a dramatic celestial being named Dimitri sets up shop inside his body. Now Dimitri is mastering ancient techniques overnight, turning heads at the prestigious Arcane Academy, and pretending to be Enzo. Meanwhile, the real Enzo is stuck in spirit form, invisible to everyone, complaining loudly, and trying desperately to stop Dimitri from causing an interdimensional incident. And Finn? Finn just wanted to save their village. Instead, he's babysitting his ghost best friend and his new divine roommate. One of them is the body. One of them is the soul. Neither of them are in control.