Mère Célibataire

Cain Mercer was the CIA's deadliest black-ops asset. He could enter any room, eliminate any target, and vanish without a trace. They called him a ghost—not because he was invisible, but because he left no evidence behind. Then the Siberia mission changed everything. An explosion at a classified research facility should have killed him. Instead, it unlocked something inside Cain's mind. Now he sees them: the Strays—flickering, predatory remnants of the dead that drift through our world like interference on a dying radio. They're invisible to everyone else. And they're hunting. The Agency branded him insane, locked him away in a deep-cover psychiatric facility. But when impossible assassinations begin targeting high-value global assets—each victim found with the same static-burn scar Cain carries on his chest—they have no choice but to unearth their broken weapon. Cain is offered a deal: track the killer, stop the attacks, and earn his freedom. But the deeper he digs, the darker the truth becomes. The Strays aren't random. They're being directed by someone inside the Agency itself—a ghost from Cain's past who knows exactly what he's become. To survive, Cain must embrace the very thing that terrifies him most: he's not just a ghost operative. He's the only one who can fight ghosts. And the war has only just begun.

Constantine was once the God of Mercenary, feared and revered by all who knew him, but an accident on the battlefield cost him his reputation and stripped him of his title. Now he is simply Constantine Easton, a low rank security guard and the estranged son of a billionaire father that didn't want him. He is a man who likes staying at the bottom and living his life without the struggles of being at the top, but what happens when the only way to protect all the beauties around him is climbing to the top? "You think you can take what is mine because you're stronger than me? You don't know who you're dealing with." If life throws a bullet his way, he'll pick it up and shoot the hell out of whoever dares get on his nerves. If he had touched the sky before, then he'll go past the stars now. "Only I will be king."

"Ah, Ethan." Marcus drawled, his voice dripping with condescension. "The prodigal son, crawling back for scraps." Ethan's face burned with shock and anger. "You're...you're behind this?" Ethan stuttered. Marcus chuckled, strolling closer. "I wanted to see if you'd learned your lesson. Are you still groveling in poverty, or have you managed to scrape together a semblance of dignity?" "You're like a dog, Ethan," Marcus sneered. "A dog that runs back to its master, tail wagging, hoping for a pitiful bone. You think you deserve better? You think you're worthy of our family's name?" "I don't need your approval or your family's name," Ethan declared, meeting Marcus's gaze. "I'll make my own way." What happens when an illegitimate son is disowned by his family on his wedding day, his wife abandons him and their three months old daughter after a year of marriage, and an accident which claimed his life occurs on the day he finds out a job interview he rushed for was a sham orchestrated by his own stepbrother.. But that's only where things gets interesting. «Ding! Greetings Host, I am Eminence, your companion towards fortune..» «Ding! For every living being you save, you get a $10,000 reward!» «Ding! For every successful roasting, you get a $10,000 reward!» «Ding! the system has seen your determination, and therefore you have been granted the skill: Unbreakable Will.» Ethan smirks.. "It has begun!" FROM ASHES TO EMINENCE

“You’re a nobody. Just a useless and worthless slum dog!” This is how Declan gets insulted by his rich wife’s family and friends because he looks ordinary. Unknown to them , Declan is actually a secret billionaire and the Boss of a powerful consortium. Watch as Declan reveals his true power and takes revenge.

Darius Kane was branded a coward, the last “loser” of a slaughtered noble house. Three years later, he returns—a decorated war commander with a vendetta forged in blood. “You shouldn’t have come back,” sneers Vincent Reksar, smirking at the man he thinks is powerless. Darius’s eyes narrow. “Funny. I was thinking the same about you.” Every enemy who mocked his family, stole his home, and left him for dead is about to face a reckoning. The city’s most feared clans gather for a wedding—a perfect stage for Darius’s return. Haley, his ex-fiancée and the traitor who betrayed him, tries to dismiss him. “You’re nothing, Darius. You’re still that loser—” He cuts her off coldly. “Losers don’t get second chances. Commanders do.” Now, vengeance marches at his heels. The loser is the commander. And the war for justice has only begun.

I learned early that if you’re born at the bottom, the world doesn’t hate you. It just doesn’t see you. I wasn’t mistreated. I was useful. A donor. A background presence. The kind of person wealthy families keep around until they don’t need him anymore. I got good at being invisible. Then someone pointed a gun at my chest. And Seraphina Knowles, the most powerful woman in the city said, “Apologize to him.” Men who wouldn’t have remembered my name minutes earlier dropped to their knees. It should’ve felt like victory. It didn’t. Because power doesn’t erase what you were. It tests what you’ll become. Behind closed doors, I’m the Chairman of Prism Dragon Group. I could end careers with a signature. Crush bloodlines with paperwork. But I don’t move in anger. I watch. And when I start watching, I find something rotting inside my own empire money disappearing too carefully to be a mistake. Betrayal hiding behind polished smiles. This stops being about humiliation. It becomes war. Bennett Sterling inherited power but never discipline. He mistakes noise for strength. I let him believe that. Men who panic expose themselves. Now arrests are being made. Empires are trembling. And the boardroom is about to learn who truly holds authority. I won’t smile. This was never about proving them wrong. It was about making sure no one will ever decide my worth again.

Luke West, is a 21-year-old college slacker, has two great passions in life—gaming and skipping class. But if there’s one thing he truly despises, it’s rodents. Rats, in particular. Creepy, sneaky, and downright disgusting. He can’t stand the sight of them. One fateful day, on his way to pick up the latest game release, Luke is hit by a truck. Just before the darkness takes him, he catches a glimpse of something impossible—a rat grinning at him. When he wakes up, it’s not in a hospital bed. No, it’s worse. Much worse. He’s been reincarnated as a rat. A creature he’s hated his whole life. Forced to live among the very vermin he loathes, Luke is determined to survive, plotting a way to escape this nightmare. But the more time he spends among the rats and other beastmen, the more he starts to see the truth: maybe it’s not the rats or the beastmen who are the problem—maybe humans are the real pests. Just when he’s coming to terms with his new life, he learns of a brewing revolution. The rats and their fellow brethren are planning to rise up and overthrow humanity. War is coming, and Luke must decide where he truly belongs. Excerpt: “If I get out of this alive, I’m going vegan,” Luke muttered, scampering through the sewer. “Who’s alive?” a rat beside him snickered. “You’re one of us now. Get used to cheese cravings.” “I hate cheese,” Luke hissed. The older rat raised a brow. “Oh, sweet summer child. Give it time.”

Project E or in order the project A, B, and, C. These three are the special projects built by an organization back in the early days. Their soldiers called Swordsmens or Swordswomens are deployed in every specific area called Lands, City, and Village. This area has massive walls and massive trees outside of it as they're getting guarded by men with weapons well trained and some are still undiscovered.

They killed my family. Stole my empire. Forced me to marry their daughter as a "peace offering." For three years, I played the worthless son-in-law; beaten, humiliated, spat on by my wife's family. They called me a coward who abandoned the Chens during the massacre. They don't know the truth: I was drugged, framed, and left to rot. On the night my wife signed our divorce papers, her brother left me bleeding in an alley to die. That's when IT awakened; the Ancestral Blood System, a Chen family legacy that activates only when the heir loses everything. But this system doesn't give free power. It demands SACRIFICE. Want money? Trade your memories. Want strength? Endure torture that breaks your soul. Want revenge? Lose the ability to feel joy. Every victory costs a piece of my humanity. Every choice drags me closer to becoming a monster. The five families who butchered my bloodline think I'm still that pathetic son-in-law. They're about to learn what happens when a caged lion breaks free. My mother-in-law mocked me? I'll buy her company and make her beg. My wife's new fiancé tried to kill me? He's the mastermind behind my family's murder and he has a system too. The world thinks the Chen Empire is dead? Watch me build something even gods will fear. But here's the problem: The more I use this power, the more it corrupts my soul. At 100% corruption, the system consumes me and unleashes an ancient demon that will end the world.

Wes Calder used to save people for a living. Now the System wants him to farm them. When Portage City is swallowed in a single night, a "Survival Assistance Protocol" lights up in front of every survivor's eyes — levels, quests, loot, the whole game. It looks like salvation. It plays like salvation. Wes almost believes it, right up until his squad's data analyst notices the math doesn't add up: the people who level fastest disappear soonest, and the "safe zones" cycle like feeding troughs on a schedule. They're not inside a dungeon. They're inside something's stomach, and the game is how it keeps its food calm, cooperative, and coming back for more. With a fracturing squad, a faction of true believers trading the weak for "Blessings," and a countdown he can't see, Wes has to find a way to survive a system built to be survived — without becoming the kind of person who feeds it.