Mãe Solteira

Stanford High was the most in-demand school not only known for its elite alumni but for its party games which are traditionally played during reunions. Who would not dream of attending the reunion when days after you would be hailed as the world's richest and most famous? The party invitation was deemed more than a lottery ticket in the world that's run by those at the top of the hierarchy and was hell for those at the bottom. Carsen Adams was dumped by his fiancée, who thought she had no future with a rookie investigator like him and left him for a wealthy man. One day he received a party invitation and was chosen as a game participant. This is the chance he was waiting to step onto the ladder of the elite, yet his work requires him to go undercover and destroy the very instrument that exploits their world. But more than surviving the cruel post apocalyptic world system, Carsen was unaware of the mystery of his roots. If he discovers who he really is, would he be able to save humanity from this cruel game of survival, and bring the world back to how it was before?

They mocked him. Betrayed him, and left him to die. Now he wears a mask to hide the scars from the past. Steven Hale was once a poor, broken student—bullied, humiliated, and beaten down by life. Until tragedy revealed a shocking truth: he’s the missing heir to the powerful Hale empire. But this isn’t a Cinderella story. It’s a payback. Reborn as Sinclair Hale, the mysterious billionaire CEO, he returns to Avalon City with one mission: revenge. And nothing—not even a contract fiancée chosen to subdue him—will stand in his way. But then there’s April Dawn—his sweet, clumsy personal assistant who wasn’t supposed to matter. With her loyalty, and unexpected courage, she begins to see the man behind the mask… the man Steven no longer believes he can be. When old enemies rise and betrayal hits too close, Sinclair must choose to either cling to the darkness that made him… or fight for the love he never saw coming. What will he do? Will his mission to seek revenge stand? Will he choose love over everything?

Ten years in the cold gutters. Ten years of carrying lukewarm delivery bags for pennies. Ten years enduring the cruel scoffs of his ex-fiancée, Clara, and the snobs who treated him like dirt. ​To the world, Leo Vance was a penniless delivery driver scraping by on tips. In reality, he was enduring the absolute secrecy clause of the Vance Sovereign Trial—a brutal decade-long test of humility mandated by the world's most powerful secretive empire. ​The moment the clock strikes midnight on his tenth year, the poverty mandate expires. ​Overnight, Leo steps out of his mud-splattered windbreaker and into a bespoke $15 Trillion global conglomerate as the supreme Sovereign Heir. Backed by the ruthless intelligence of Vance Tower, Leo doesn't throw screaming tantrums or chase petty vengeance. He doesn't need to. His serene, unshakeable composure is a deadly weapon in itself. ​When corrupt executives grovel in public lobbies and Clara tries to destroy him with a stolen sovereign passkey, they realize too late: every attempt to humiliate Leo only triggers their immediate, absolute annihilation.

"If Death wants you to die, you must die. But if Ethan Vance wants you to live, Death can wait in line." Ethan Vance spent three years of the apocalypse keeping a small team of survivors alive. Then the Doomsday Virus took the world, and his fiancée and his best friend took his supplies and threw him to the horde. Bleeding out on the concrete, he wakes something buried under the old city: the Death's Nemesis System. It cannot heal him. But every time Ethan pulls a patient back from the edge of death, it collects what the grave had already claimed, their lifespan, their strength, their hidden talents. Now Ethan has a blade that cuts what he understands, and he understands bodies better than anyone left alive. Warlords who once ignored him will beg for his medicine. Monsters will learn to fear his scalpel. And the people who left him to die will find out what it costs to need a doctor. In a world where nobody can afford to die, the man who decides who lives holds all the power.

Unknown to me, I wasn’t the worthless piece of shit my in laws view me to be. I was the strongest member of a secret clan who lost his memory while on a mission. Years gone had given my enemy the perfect time to destroy all I left behind. But now I’m back, and every single of those who crossed me would feel the wrath me; The Almighty Mael Ze’Ev had in store for them all. …………… “Pick your poison Joe, you can either step down and remain honored, or be stubborn and watch me wipe the floor with you.”

I'm a special guy, no doubt. No one can do what I do. No one has the ability I have and if the government found out about what I can do, they'd probably lock me up to do thousands of experiments on me... and yet, I still manage to do everything wrong. Even with all the advantages anyone can possess and having the literal answers from the universe, I am absolutely lost. In fact, the universe and I have a rocky relationship and are in a constant fight. So, I hope you know that the universe is telling my story wrong. I am not a genius, I am not an innovative visionary and more importantly: I AM NOT GAY.

As he considered the attack on Atlantis City, Drake's face darkened for a moment, but he shook his head to clear his mind and looked the king in the eye.I can only say that I was going about my business in the city from which I came when it was suddenly bombed.I was, as far as I could tell, the only one who made it through that.After that, I fell down a shaft, struck my head as I fell, and eventually fell asleep.Next thing I knew, I was here in chains.I'd rather keep things that way;I really do not want to discuss my past right now.Everything just went missing. The observers debated what they had heard as more murmurs and hisses filled the grotto. "I'm expecting that by 'bombarded' you imply that your city was gone after, right?"The crowd's murmuring was stopped when the king asked. Shortly after, Drake replied, "Completely leveled."Bastian tapped the high position arm with a claw a couple of times as he suspected peacefully.After that, he stood up straight and spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear. Bastian stated, "I would easily be able to say you’re not guilty of anything" if this decision were simpler to make.While the crowd erupted into a hystearical commotion, Andromon and Prismo shared a brief glance, displaying a hint of surprise.However, "I'm afraid I can't just let you off the hook, after your involvement with the actual thief's escape," he continued, immediately silencing the grotto.

"Drink up, brother," they said, passing me the poisoned wine. In my first life, I was the fool who conquered an empire only to hand it to my family on a silver platter. My reward? A silver goblet laced with nightshade, a dagger between my ribs, and the sound of my own brothers laughing as I choked on my own blood. They seized my throne, slaughtered my loyalists, and completely erased my legacy. Then, I blinked. I wasn't lying on the cold stone floor of a locked treasury. I was standing in the middle of the Grand Pavilion, ten years earlier, holding the exact same golden chalice. Julian was right next to me, patting my shoulder with his fake, loving smile. The universe had hit rewind. My body is ten years younger. My vast mana pools are gone, reduced to a flickering spark. I am physically a weak, untrained prince surrounded by apex predators. But I remember everything. Every hidden treasure, every forbidden spell, every upcoming disaster, and exactly how each of my brothers breathes. They think I am still their naive, easily manipulated pawn. They have no idea that the gentle prince died in that treasury—and a monster woke up in his place. I’m not going to fight them for this rotting kingdom. I'm going to let them starve. I will cross into the forbidden lands, awaken a dark system, and build an empire so terrifying it will swallow theirs whole. My name is Kaelen. They wanted my throne, but they will drown in their own blood to reach it.

He died a failure. Betrayed, broke, and bleeding out in a Brooklyn alley. Ethan Hayes had nothing—no money, no respect, no future. His fiancée cheated with his best friend. His boss fired him for refusing to break the law. His family called him worthless. At 34, a bullet ended his miserable existence. Then he woke up at 22. Senior year at NYU. Same betrayals looming. But this time, he's not alone. [REGRET REVERSAL SYSTEM ACTIVATED] "Host, you died like a side character. Want to rewrite the script and make them the punchline?" With a sarcastic AI system that rewards him for reversing past humiliations, Ethan gets a second chance—and he's taking everything. The startup his roommate stole? He'll build it first and crush him. The ex who cheated? She'll beg on her knees. The corrupt elites who stepped on him? They'll kneel before the king they created. From NYU dorms to Wall Street towers. From broke student to untouchable billionaire. Face-slaps. Revenge. Power. And the women who once rejected him? They're about to learn what they missed. New York won't know what hit it.

They laughed when Kaelor Voss walked into the room. His ex-fiancée called him the poorest man alive. Security threw him into the rain. The hospital demanded $12,000 to save his little sister, His bank account held $18.63. With nothing left to lose, Kaelor climbed onto a bridge, ready to end it all. Then a voice changed everything. Infinite Wealth System Activated. Complete impossible missions, Build an empire. Crush everyone who stood in your way. Every reward brings unimaginable wealth. Every failure comes with a devastating price. But money is only the beginning. As Kaelor rises from a broken nobody to the most feared billionaire in the world, he uncovers a terrifying truth, the System never chose him to become rich. It chose him to survive, Because he isn’t the only System Holder. One hundred have been chosen. Only one will claim the ultimate inheritance. The rest will die trying. In a world where wealth is power, betrayal is everywhere, and every victory paints a bigger target on his back, Kaelor must decide how far he’s willing to go. Will he become the richest man alive… Or just another forgotten loser buried by the game?