Mère Célibataire

In California, Mr. and Mrs. Maguire gave birth to a son, Edward. Fate had kept him distant from his parents at just seven years old. Two years later, he learned the bitter truth—they had been snatched away by the cold hands of death. Having lost this battle to destiny, Edward grew up in the bustling city of San Diego. The heir of a glorious empire was forced to live a life of loneliness and abject poverty. Now, becoming an adult, he wished to pursue his dreams and let go of the past, but the cloud of solitude and hardship wouldn't seem to let him be free. Is he to change his fate, or will he continue to cling to his present situation?

Jamie Aldridge never asked for this. He never asked for the system, for the power, for the missions that drag him deeper into Seattle’s underworld. But when life throws a digital demon into your head, what choice do you have? Play the game or get played. Simple. Except it’s not that simple. Because this game? It’s rigged. And the stakes? Well, they’re higher than Jamie could ever imagine. "Who the hell are you?" Jamie demanded, his voice rough with exhaustion, and his mind a tangled mess of fear and fury. The Broker smiled, a thin, calculated curve of lips that held no warmth. "I'm the man who’s going to change your life, Jamie. Or end it. Depends on how well you play." "Play?" Jamie spat, barely holding back the urge to punch that smug look off his face. "I’m not playing your game. Not anymore." The Broker’s eyes shone with a dark and knowing aura. "Oh, but you are. You just don’t realize it yet." Now Jamie’s on a collision course with forces beyond his control—shadowy figures who pull the strings, secrets buried so deep they might as well be myths, and a system that seems determined to push him to the brink. And just when he thinks he can’t take any more, life throws him another curveball: Emma. His unbearable bully of a wife. Pregnant. Yeah. Ain't gonna end well. In a world where survival is a day-to-day battle and the lines between ally and enemy blur with every step, Jamie has to figure out one thing—how to win when every move feels like a losing one. Because failure? It’s not an option. Not when his life, and the life of his unborn child, hangs in the balance.

“I’m not here to stay her bestie, Aiden. I came back to New York to marry her.” Wesley slips a card from his pocket, holding it out like it’s radioactive. “This is me being generous. There’s a hundred thousand dollars loaded on it. Take it. Go home, pack your things, and disappear. I’ll tell everyone you left because life got too hard.” Aiden stares. Not at the money—he could buy a hundred of those cards without blinking—but at the audacity. Because if Wesley knew who he really was… He’d be the one begging to disappear. **** By day, Aiden is the fool. The humble househusband with a dish towel slung over his shoulder, humming as he mops floors, checks the stew, and gets barked at by his in-laws like he’s less than nothing. Everyone thinks he’s soft. Gullible. Replaceable. But by night? He becomes the man the city's richest fear. In a dark room filled with shadows and smoke, he gives orders—orders that no billionaire, no politician, no enemy dares question. They call him sir. But to his wife’s family? He’s still just the broke son-in-law. They don’t know the game they’re playing. Yet.

In a world where power means you’re either born a noble or with the unique human abilities known as mana, but Elias was born with non of those, and yet fate strangely instilled in him the valour of a king.

The world is filled with talents everyone born in this world has a talents wheather it's drawing or singing, acting or dancing There are countless talents what happens if you're born without any talent Will people see you as an outcast ?

“You're not a nobody,” Victor Moon said, his silver eyes unreadable. “You're the man gods once feared.” Banished from divine memory and stripped of celestial might, Marcus Steele walks among mortals in plain clothes and quiet patience. Bound by an ancient marriage contract, he arrives in Manhattan—a city of supernatural elites—to claim his betrothed. But Diana Sterling, the ice-cold CEO of Sterling Industries, publicly humiliates him, mocking his appearance, status, and power. She doesn’t know who she’s mocking. None of them do. “Take your money,” Diana sneers, hurling a check worth millions. “We're not equals. You don’t belong in my world.” She’s wrong. When shadow demons strike, Marcus reveals a glimpse of the war god he once was—effortlessly annihilating threats, catching the attention of Sarah Moon, heiress to the most feared family in the supernatural underworld. “Marcus,” Sarah whispers, fierce and elegant, “I want you to be my partner.” As Manhattan’s elites scramble to earn his favor, old enemies emerge from the shadows, desperate to keep Marcus from reclaiming his throne. But with each battle, his power returns—and so do his memories. “Tell your master,” Marcus says, standing over broken assassins, “that some wars aren’t worth starting.” They wanted a pawn. They mocked a drifter. They awoke a god. Now, Marcus Steele is done pretending.

“You’re nothing but a worthless piece of shit Ethan, nothing good will ever come out of you!” “I can’t believe my sister married you. You belong to the streets. You belong with the trash!” “You’re a fool! A nobody. An idiot!” Ethan White was the live in son-in-law of the Rogers family, whom everyone loathed. He was scorned upon, despised and forced to do irritating jobs just to make ends meet. However, fate played a strange role in his destiny, and he soon discovered that he’s the heir to a multi-billion dollar corporation. Vowing to make his enemies - most especially his in-laws pay, he decides to enact his revenge. In secret, he’s Mr White, the enigmatic CEO and anonymous billionaire, but in broad daylight he’s still the worthless son-in-law with nothing to his name. Still he swore to make them all pay. With their sweat and blood!

"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

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.

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."