Mãe Solteira

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.

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

"Chaos is at its peak of ascension, and existence as we know it, is fated to descend." Valtor, a young orphan, holds the fate of existence in his hands. After a tragic event leads him to the Divine Academy, and, now under the supervision of a High-ranked Grandmaster Guardian, he must train in secret with a Divine Blob, keep a low profile under the lowest Rank E, and master the darkness within him before it’s too late. Although, amidst this, The Four Monarchs are waiting. The return of Chaos isn’t just inevitable—it’s necessary for the prophesied Annihilation. The Finality. Chaos cannot rise without them, and they cannot awaken this darkness without him. Valtor, the last Monarch, the key to everything. Whether he wants it or not, the choice is no longer his to make. The journey of a Beast Tamer, a legendary Artisan's Touch, from darkness to godhood.

"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."

"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."

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.

BLURB/DESCRIPTION I never asked to be born a mistake. My whole life, I was the kid nobody wanted—the one they whispered about, the one they shoved into corners and hoped would disappear. My father pretended I didn't exist. My stepmother made sure I knew I was trash. My half-siblings treated me like a servant in my own home. And then there was Emma—my girlfriend, or so I thought. Until I came back from a trip to find her wearing my half-brother's ring. They threw me out with nothing. No money. No home. No future. But then my phone buzzed. One message. One number I'd never seen before. And suddenly, ten billion dollars appeared in my account. Turns out, I'm not nobody. I'm the grandson of Richard Blackwell—the richest man in the world. The man I never knew existed. The man who just made me his only heir. Now I have the power. The money. The name. And everyone who ever looked down on me? They're about to find out what happens when the boy they called worthless becomes the man they can't touch.

Gordon Anderson is no ordinary doctor. Mocked by peers, abandoned by love, and haunted by his difference, he hides a secret that could change medicine forever, the power to heal with his touch. When a catastrophic accident leaves the President’s daughter dying, Gordon steps in and performs the impossible before the medics arrive. Overnight, the man they called weirdo becomes the most sought-after name in the nation. But fame comes with danger. The government wants to control him. The media wants to expose him. His ex-fiancée Lisa wants to return, but not for love. And as Gordon’s power grows, so does the cost of using it. Every life he saves drains a piece of his own. Now, hunted and torn between purpose and survival, Gordon must choose: heal the world and die trying, or live long enough to watch it destroy itself.

Modern esports is by no means a game. You can completely lose everything and even your life because of one stupid mistake. I was the top player on the planet, but after I was framed, I had to leave. Though with large debts, but alive. But the brother stayed and, it seems, contacted the wrong people. Now he's gone, and all I have is a few scant clues from the virtual. Well, hold on bro, I'm coming.