Mère Célibataire

A vast barbaric army is on the march. One hardened captain and his elite commandos are the kingdom’s last hope… Jack fights to honor and avenge those who died under his command. Hunted by savage foes, with only his small band of soldiers for support, it’s a race against time to put an end to the Owlaw’ leader before he unleashes a devastating new attack that would destroy everything he’s fought and bled to protect. “What do you think a hero is? It’s just the right person in the right place making the right choice at the right time. Heroes aren’t born. They’re made.”

In a society where you’re judged by what you wear and respected by what you have in your bank account. Ryan Martins, a delivery man, was disgraced and rejected publicly by his girlfriend because of his financial status. His rejection turned into a reconnection with his real identity as the heir of the almighty Regal Haven Hotel. But, then, there were obstructions in his journey. However, his system delivered a task that seemed to be the stepping stone for him. Will Ryan attain his position as a billionaire? Will he use his influence to make or mar his oppressors? What route will Ryan’s life take?

"You're nothing! Always remember that fact."For Robert, these words had become a lullaby for him every night before he sleeps. Subjected to intense abuse at the hands of his wife's rich family for no known reason, he had lost all hopes for escape. That was until a tattoo suddenly appeared on his body. Soon, he is being recognized as a CEO as well as tycoon feared by everyone.It's now time to take revenge on those people who made his life hell. The sweetest fact, is that they will never see it coming because to them, he is still in fact, that useless Son in Law.

He didn't understand. Neither did he even get a grasp of it. All he could remember that there was a flash of lightning that came out of nowhere, and now he woke up in a mysterious room. Confused by this development, he tried to get out of that room; but before he even took a step out, the candle flickered slightly as the sliding door swung open. There was a man stood before him. The man quirked an eyebrow and asked. "Where do you think you're going, Haruka?" WARNING Contains boy x boy Mature themes Angst

Sebastian, who was wrongly accused and cast aside by the Prestigious Prime family, was adopted by Grandma Nike, and accepted as a son-in-law into the Nike family. However, after Grandma Nike's death, Sebatian faced relentless humiliation and mockery from the Nike family because he was poor. Every humiliation he got made him crazy. The moment he gained power and wealth, he said, "If they think they're going to get away with what they made me pass through, then they must be crazier than I was.” I sense it's pay back time!

Ambrose Li, a young 23-year-old, was known as the live-in son-in-law of the prestigious Ainsley family. His daily life was marred by disrespect, insults, and relentless maltreatment. "You must divorce Ambrose! He has brought you nothing but shame, Ava,” they insisted. When everything was going badly. A car pulled over and said, " Ambrose, the man you helped years ago is back to repay you. $10 Million is yours as a bonus, you're going to inherit the Gemstar Platinum. Overwhelmed, Ambrose Fell On his knees and screamed. "Tell The World, Ambrose Li Has Returned."

Lucas Moreau spent three years as a live-in son-in-law to the Beaumont family — enduring daily humiliations, silent cruelties, and the slow erosion of his self-worth. When his wife, Céleste, betrays him in the most devastating way possible, Lucas walks out with nothing but his name. Or so he believes. That same night, a silver-haired man in a black Bentley finds him on the rain-slicked streets of Paris. The message is simple: Lucas's estranged grandfather, the patriarch of the Moreau dynasty — one of the oldest and wealthiest families in France — is dying, and he wants Lucas home. Armed with a centuries-old fortune, a brilliant mind sharpened by years of humiliation, and a fury that refuses to cool, Lucas does not simply reclaim his birthright. He dismantles every person who ever looked down at him — piece by piece, deal by deal, smile by cold, calculated smile. But as Lucas rises, he finds an unexpected compass in Isabelle Fontaine — a sharp-tongued master pastry chef who refuses to be impressed by wealth and sees through every one of his carefully constructed walls. In a world of glass towers and old grudges, can Lucas keep his humanity? Or will the hunger for revenge consume the one thing worth having?

Silence. Like a nice bucket of shhhhhhhhh. Everyone shut the effing fudge UP! That's all I've ever wanted. *Sigh.* But silence comes in different flavors. There's mint - the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a blanket. The kind I chase at 2 AM. I've cried once. Just once. With a bucket beside me, watching heroes with super suits and impossible strength tear each other apart. Somehow that feels less broken than my reality. Then there's the suffocating silence at school. Not an ice cream flavor. This one tastes like metal and shame. High school is my personal hell. Empty wallet, empty lunch tray, empty seat beside me like I'm radioactive. Empty soul on Wednesdays because middles are always the worst. *The usual.* But Emily made the silence bearable. Mint-flavored again. Until she broke something between us. *Snap.* One moment she's whispering secrets with me, the next she's weaponizing them. She scattered my private thoughts, added her own twisted lies. The betrayal burns hotter than the stares drilling into my back. I went from invisible to spectacle. Being a ghost feels like luxury when you're dodging spit balls and "accidental" lunch trays. But somewhere between my third panic attack and contemplating switching schools... *Something shifted.* Like in those games you play, when your character suddenly glows and the screen flashes: "New Skill Unlocked" And it wasn't just in my head. I tested it. Small things at first – a pencil moving across my desk when I focused hard enough. Then books. Then someone's lunch tray right as they walked past Emily. *tap tap tap* I used to think rock bottom was the end. *Well ladies and gentlemen,* it's just a really messed up spawn point. And now? I don't stumble from cliffs anymore. I swim in gravity, and dive head first.

"Are you Jason Paul Decker?" Jason stared at the men all dressed in black suits and dark shades, looking like casts from the movie MIB. "Who's asking?" "We're from your grandfather, sir James Decker. He wants to know when you intend on taking over your father's business." ~•~ Jason lived a rather simple life with his wife in New York. Broke and unable to get himself a job, he lived as the worthless son in law of the West family. One fateful morning, he ran into some men who told him a secret that would change his life forever.

Logan Mercer signed the divorce papers without a fight. His wife Vivian Chase stood over him, her lip curled with disgust, her voice cutting through the penthouse like a blade. "You're nothing, Logan. You always were. A useless, pathetic leech who rode my coattails and called it a marriage. Enjoy whatever gutter you crawled out of." For twelve years, he had lived in her shadow. Ate her food. Attended her events. Endured every insult her family threw at him with quiet patience and a clenched jaw. Her mother called him a parasite. Her friends compared him to a cockroach. Her new boyfriend laughed in his face and called him a broke loser not worth the oxygen he breathed. "You're not even qualified to clean the toilets in a place like this." "A bloated, useless tick clinging to the belly of a dying dog." "Some people are born with connections and some people are born taking buses. That's just how the world works." Nobody knew the truth. Nobody knew that the faceless, reclusive chairman behind Imperial Group, the largest conglomerate in the city worth billions, was the same man they had been spitting on for years. The partnership Vivian celebrated? He approved it himself. The CEO who bowed to him in public? His subordinate. The underground kingpin who terrorized the city? The same man who once begged Logan for mercy on his knees. Now the divorce is signed. The mask is coming off. And every person who called him worthless is about to discover what it feels like to stand in the shadow of the man they threw away.