Mãe Solteira

In a dark and gritty Los Angeles, John Draken, an orphan turned tech entrepreneur, finds his life upended when his fiancée, Melissa, betrays him to a ruthless criminal organization led by Xavier. Left for dead, John is unexpectedly rescued by his estranged father, Richard Draken, a powerful figure in the criminal underworld. As John recuperates, he discovers his family's deep connection to the criminal empire and inherits a legacy of power and revenge. With the guidance of Alice, a mysterious enforcer, John undergoes a grueling transformation to reclaim his identity and confront those who betrayed him. In a city where trust is a luxury, John must navigate a treacherous path of deception, loyalty, and retribution to dismantle the sinister Spectre organization and avenge his past

I’m Gareth Wells, which simply means Gentle Spring. I died in my first life full of regrets, pain, sadness, and sorrows, but now I’ll not be the gentle spring but the storm that will take everyone who looked down, insulted, and made my hellish life bow down to me.

Betrayed by his noble fiancée, discarded by his family, and exiled to a slum clinic, Ray Graham discovers that his lifelong “illness” was actually a spell to imprison his true abilities, the powers of the mythical Celestial Healer, a being capable of rewriting fate and resurrecting the dead. As Ray heals the forgotten poor, his miracles draw attention from dangerous enemies… and awaken memories they tried to erase. He uncovers the truth: his ex-wife’s family sealed him as a child and stole his identity to hide a crime so ancient the kingdom nearly fell. When he learns that a catastrophic plague, engineered by his own clan centuries ago, is returning, Ray must decide: Will he save those who betrayed him… or watch the kingdom burn?

In a world where power and status are divided into brutal hierarchies from immortal clan lords to the short‑lived E‑level citizens **Liam Reagan** stands at the very bottom. Once the humble heir of a forgotten bloodline, Liam loses everything in one shattering stroke: his home stolen, his mother left to die, and his wife’s betrayal orchestrated by powerful elites. But far beyond his city’s borders, the ancient Reagan family one of the most feared immortal clans senses a spark of ancestral power awakening in a distant land. Their lost heir lives. Their bloodline breathes again. As the mighty prepare to cross worlds to reclaim him, Liam struggles in the ashes of his ruined life, unaware that his destiny has already stirred the gods themselves.

"To reclaim my throne, I traded my soul for a System." Zoravar had everything—a beautiful family and a peaceful life. But in one night of fire and blood, it was all ripped away. His best friend, Vikram, didn’t just betray him; he burned Zoravar alive, sold his sister to the underworld, and left his mother to rot. Left for dead in a dumpster, a charred husk of a man, Zoravar hears a cold, mechanical chime that defies the laws of nature. [Ding! Soul integration complete. The 'Silver Sinner' System is online.] The System offered him a second chance, but it wasn't a gift—it was a contract. For every drop of blood he sheds in revenge, the System claims a piece of his humanity. Now, a man made of steel and cold logic walks the streets of the city. He has no mercy. He has no fear. He only has a list of names. Yesterday, he was a victim. Today, he is the Judge, the Jury, and the Executioner. "Vikram, I’m not coming for an apology. I’m coming for everything you ever loved."

Lee Sung is an orphan without a home or family, at the age of 5 he learned to kill and steal and grew up in a slum where aggression is common. But since that day it's not the same. Author : hey, i'm Celina i write this story because i love reading and write, this my third story so please help so this become decent. Thanks for Reading <3

They laughed at his poverty. Mocked his name. Even his fiancée spat on his worth and walked away. But Shen didn’t break—he vanished. Into the shadows. Into silence. And while the world feasted on arrogance, he studied. Mastering the ancient secrets of Eastern medicine, decoding the pulse of life and death itself. Now, he returns. Not as the beggar they scorned but as the man whose hands can rewrite fate. The crippled walk at his word. The dying cling to his touch. And the elite? They kneel for a chance to dine with him. He doesn’t seek revenge he embodies it. Every miracle he performs is a reminder: The man they discarded now holds the power to decide who lives… and who fades into nothing. The rise of Shen isn’t a comeback. It’s a reckoning. And the world will remember the name they once tried to erase.

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Damian is a dishwasher and servant to a grumpy and fat old man. Every day Damian will always be insulted and humiliated he is always wrong in the eyes of his master's friends who are middle class and think they are the richest. This incident happened because he had amnesia and had lost his way, but in the end, he remembered who he was, who was an influential young exclusive director in a company owned by his parents. It's just that not long after he was there, circumstances forced him to return to being the Young Master of the Moorsley Family, because he discovered his aunt's family and his cousin, even his fiancée, Rose, betrayed him. They intend to take over the company today and destroy his family until he finally returns and destroys them all in revenge!

"Ma, Samson promises. Samson is going to repent; I won’t be a thug anymore. I'm going to find a real, honest job. So please, Ma, don't come back to haunt me, okay?" Samson knelt, tears streaming down his face, though his expression still looked like someone ready to pick a fight with the Angel of Death. Bejo held out an umbrella. "Boss, it’s almost sunset. We need to go collect the 'protection money' from the cafe owner," he said. "Hey, Bejo! I just promised Ma that I’ve repented. You little devil! Do you want my mother to rise from her grave because of what you just said, huh?!" Samson stood up. His towering height, nearly two meters, made Bejo instinctively jump back three steps. "But Boss, our stomachs aren't exactly followers of the repentance movement," Bejo squeaked, trembling. Samson wiped his fierce face. "From this second on, call me Samson the Protector. I’m going to find honest work. Anything! As long as I'm not shaking people down anymore." A wealthy woman looked Samson up and down, scrutinizing him. "Your body is quite large. It just so happens I need a new guard dog. I just fired the old one because he was afraid of cockroaches." Samson was ready to explode. "Hey, lady! You think I—" "Fifty million a month. Meals are provided, and you get an Italian suit for a uniform. Interested?" the woman interrupted, handing him a gold-plated business card. Samson fell silent. He then whispered under his breath, "Ma, this is honest work, right? Just being a guard dog for a billionaire."