Mère Porteuse

"You're a church rat, Deigo. Poor and pathetic. I can't keep living with someone who can't provide for me. I should have listened to my parents when they warned me Deigo. You are a worthless waste of time, I should have never spared you a glance Deigo. I deserve better than you" Deigo felt numb, pained. "How can you say that? I've given you everything. Protected you, loved you... Our child..." Sophia rolled her eyes. "That child is not yours. It's Benjamin’s. And I'm tired of pretending otherwise. It’s time you face reality Deigo. People like you don’t belong in my world, you should be with your poor kind of people and not me, so please, let's save both of us the trouble and move on” Deigo's world shattered. ••• After being forced into a three-year marriage to protect Sophia's family, Deigo discovers she's pregnant with another man's child. Heartbroken, she presents to him a divorce paper, Deigo signs the divorce papers. Thrown into jail, Deigo vows to rise again and make them pay for their betrayal.

“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.

"You're nothing but a stain on the Kinkaid name," his father spat, the words sharp enough to leave a wound that would never heal. "Look at you, still clinging to that name like it means anything. You’re not a Kinkaid. You’re just the mistake we all regret." Laxus Kinkaid had everything taken away from him by his father and handed it over to his Favourite Son, Luther. From his inheritance, to his own fiance, and there was nothing he could do, after all he was the bastard of the family. Giving up, he decides to move on and start his life afresh but he was never able to escape his family's torment. Eventually, he learns the truth about his father's wealth; His father did not earn his wealth, he took everything from his mother in a plan with her sister resulting in her death moments after she gave birth to Laxus. This marks the beginning of his battle for his birthright and his vengeance. But, will Laxus prevail, or will he fall victim to his family's iron claw just like his mother?

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!

Ferris is a thief with a bad magic trick and a dragon on his back. Lyria is a stone-cold knight. They mess up a steal and now they're cursed: they feel what the other feels. So they're stuck. To break it, they have to steal from the most guarded vault in the Spirelands. Their crew? A sad immortal, a goblin who loves bombs, a lost librarian, and a space squirrel. The job is nuts. They have no plan. To get close, they have to pretend to be lovers. Ferris jokes when he's scared. Lyria scowls to hide her feelings. Then the fake stuff starts to feel real, and the vault's keeper isn't a monster. It's a god who thinks their love story is hilarious. He's rigged the game for a funny, sad finale. The world depends on the worst thieves, knights, and fake couple ever. They have to out-laugh a god, out-love a lie, and try not to kill each other.

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.

"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