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“I buried you,” the traitor whispered. “Then dig deeper,” Kaelen replied, voice like sand on steel, “because I’m not done rising.” Zaria stood behind him, the wind pulling strands of her hair like fire-dancers in the dusk. “Let them come,” she said. “We burn hotter together.” The masked woman landed beside them, blades humming with heat. “You still don’t get it,” Kaelen muttered, watching the desert pulse like a living thing. “Get what?” “This isn’t a fight for gold.” “Then what is it?” Kaelen smirked, cracked lips bloodied. “It’s the reckoning.” Kaelen was left for dead in the scorching sands of Sutekh; stripped of his name, his wife, and the child he never met. But the desert doesn’t forget. It carves vengeance into bone. Now, Kaelen rises from the ruins of betrayal as something more than a man: marked by ancient fire, hunted by his half-brother, and haunted by what he can’t remember. As he claws his way back through a kingdom built on secrets, one thing drives him: Zaria. His wife. Missing, maybe dead; or worse, weaponized by those who want to claim a legacy soaked in blood. But Zaria is no victim. Imprisoned and pregnant, she holds the key to an empire long thought dead. And when her twin sister emerges from the shadows to seize that power for herself, love becomes war — and the price of legacy is life itself. In a world where loyalty is a lie and prophecy demands sacrifice, Kaelen must decide: will he reclaim what was stolen; or burn it all to the ground? OF FLAME, SAND, AND GOLD is an epic fantasy of fire-forged vengeance, unbroken love, and the rebirth of a forgotten kingdom.

After losing his mother, he fell from the grace of the wealthy and powerful. Maltreated by his own family, he is cast out into the world. His only hope of escape is his dreams of Oxford University. Unfortunately, his dreams are crushed. Unable to bear the heavyweight of life he attempts suicide, when a saviour appears offering him fame, wealth, money and Power. After he gains power and infiltrate the lives he must get his revenge and destroy them one by one. ------- Greg and Aries strolled back to their hostel, they decided to stay in for the experience plus Greg had made Aries his best friend "Alexander, who do you think the killer is?" Aries shrugged "It's probably some random stalker, that was obsessed with her. She was a pretty girl." Thinking deeply Greg seemed to agree "When I asked her to run away with me the stalker must have known." Aries nodded in agreement but then Greg blocked his path standing way too close to him he cocked his head to the side. A smug smirk on his face and a dark glint in his eyes as he said in a whisper by Aries ear. "Or Someone in the family killed her?" Aries clenched his jaw "Why would I kill her?" ---------- Leilani walked up to Viana "I'm sorry about what happened to your husband" Viana shrugged "Thank you, though I do not need your sympathy." She smiled "We are family and family cannot be divided." Viana nodded in agreement her eyes falling on Alexander who stood by their car as they arranged their luggage in the car. Leilani followed her gaze to were Aries stood. Viana embraced her suddenly Leilani was startled "Be careful, your husband is a monster."

I was born without a wolf. In a world where your wolf determines your strength and status, that made me worthless. At Blackfang Academy, I was the weakest student. My classmates beat me, my girlfriend betrayed me, and the Alpha who raised me refused to admit I was his son. Then they killed me. But death didn't end my story. It awakened something inside me. [LAST LYCAN SYSTEM ACTIVATED.] [Host compatibility: 100%.] [True bloodline detected.] [Identity: Noah Gray.] [Status: LAST LYCAN KING.] [Primary Objective: Destroy the Twelve responsible for your bloodline's extinction.] For the first time, I had power. But the System wouldn't give it to me for free. I had to defeat stronger wolves, survive deadly missions, recover ancient bloodline fragments, and unlock memories buried deep inside my mind. With every victory, I grew stronger. With every memory, my past became darker. My family wasn't destroyed because Lycans were monsters. They were destroyed because the Twelve Houses feared what my bloodline could become. Now I'm hunting them one by one. But the closer I get to the truth, the more disturbing things become. The System knows secrets even I don't remember. Someone has been controlling my missions. And the person who created the System may still be alive. Worse, the System was never designed simply to make me King. It was designed to stop the Lycan King. Including me. If I can't uncover the truth before my final transformation, I won't become the king who saves the supernatural world. I'll become the monster that destroys it.

Zhang Xing Zhe was the only son of the Xiang and Liu couple, they were a great warrior couple who were sect leaders in Hua San Mountain. In contrast to his parents, although Zhang Xing Zhe was descended from great warriors, he was completely incapable of martial arts. Zhang Xing Zhe was raised by his three uncles, who deliberately did not introduce Zhang Xing Zhe to martial arts because they knew that one day, the only son who would be sent to carry on the sect in Hua San Mountain would be the one to carry on the sect. If Zhang Xing Zhe could do martial arts, their chance to control the sect would be wiped out. his struggle all this time to gain the power of the sect would be in vain. At the age of fourteen, Zhang Xing Zhe chose to travel in search of a teacher, as he could no longer bear the insults from his three uncles. Since that incident, Zhang Xing Zhe promised himself that he would return to his three uncles with a great change. In order to continue the sect that his parents had founded, Zhang Xing Zhe was desperate to find a teacher to train him. But his journey was not easy, as his every step was followed by his uncle's bodyguards who forced him to return home. But fortunately, a young man named Jin Long helped him avoid the bodyguards. "Thank you, uncle. What can I do to repay this favor?" "If you can't defend yourself, it's better not to go out alone!" "Sorry, uncle, I actually want to find a martial arts teacher;" "I want to prove to them that I'm not as weak as they think. I'll come back with a big change that will leave them dumbfounded!"

Matthew stood there, trying to keep his emotions in check. "I did everything I could for you, Rachel. I sacrificed so much—" She cut him off with a bitter laugh. "Sacrificed? Please, you barely managed to keep up with my lifestyle. I had men lined up, rich, powerful men, who would’ve given me the world. And I turned them down for you. What a joke." Matthew’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. "I loved you, Rachel. I thought we were building a life together." Rachel smirked as she zipped up her designer bag. "Love doesn’t pay the bills, Matthew. Love doesn’t buy the things I want. And frankly, you just couldn’t keep up. So, I’m moving on—to someone who can." As she headed toward the door, she paused to deliver one final blow. "You’ll never be more than what you are right now—a pathetic, broke man with nothing to offer. Enjoy your sad little life, Matthew. I know I will." Matthew Donovan has always been underestimated. Betrayed by those closest to him and left with nothing, he discovers that his family’s exile is over, and he is the heir to a vast business empire. As Matthew steps into a life of luxury and influence, he faces new challenges, including a vengeful ex-girlfriend, her scheming brother, and a world of deceitful elites. But when a bomb explodes at a high-profile party meant to announce his return, Matthew realizes that his journey to reclaim his family's legacy is fraught with danger. With secrets unfolding and enemies lurking in the shadows, Matthew must navigate treacherous waters to protect what is his and uncover the truth behind the attack.

“Don’t make a scene, Marcus.” Quinn’s eyes, always so cold, flicked over him as if he were an unwanted stain. “A Saintess can’t be sullied by a man like you. Keep your distance.” For three years, Marcus Steel was a ghost in his own marriage. His wife, worshipped for her holy power, never let him near—not even a touch, not a night together. Yet every gathering, she let Alexander—her so-called ‘brother,’ his former best friend—rest his head in her lap, her hand stroking his hair, their laughter intimate and careless for the world to see. “Does it ever bother you?” Marcus whispered one night, desperation thick in his voice. “That you give him what you never gave me?” Sophia only smiled, distant as ever. “Alexander needs me. You… you’re just my duty.” When the earthquake shattered the banquet hall, Marcus reached for her through the falling debris. “Quinn! Please! Just take my hand—help me!” But her golden barrier was already around Alexander. She didn’t even look at Marcus as he screamed, “I’m your husband! Don’t leave me—” “I can’t save everyone,” she said, voice like ice. “Alex is injured. I promised to protect him.” As rubble crushed his body and hope faded, something ancient awoke in Marcus. Flames danced in his blood, power surging from the pain, the betrayal. From the ashes of humiliation and heartbreak, a dragon roared to life. Marcus Steel is dead. The Dragon King rises—and the Saintess will beg for mercy she never showed. DRAGON BOOK PART 2- PRIESTESS'S WORTHLESS HUSBAND IS A DRAGON COMMANDER

“I scrubbed floors and drove taxis for three years to put you through law school. And you’re leaving me the day you make partner?” For three years, Arthur Vance sacrificed everything for his wife, Eleanor. He worked three grueling jobs, skipped meals, and buried his own dreams just to pay her tuition. But the moment she became a high-profile lawyer, she handed him a divorce paper and a mocking $100,000 severance check. Her new billionaire fiancé, Julian, just laughed in Arthur's face. "She's a swan, Arthur. And you're just the mud she had to wade through to fly." Stripped of his dignity, his home, and his wife, Arthur is kicked out into the freezing rain with exactly $14.32 to his name. His life is over. Until a cold, synthetic voice echoes in his mind. [Trauma Threshold Reached. Emotional Detachment Detected.] [Binding: The Infinite Wealth System.] [Current Balance: $999,999,999,999,999.00] Arthur is granted access to a bank account with limitless funds. But there is a catch: the money must be used to consume assets, destroy enemies, and conquer society. With every billion he spends, the System rewards him with superhuman strength, lethal martial arts, and elite skills. Eleanor thought she was upgrading when she left him. Julian thought he could crush a penniless delivery driver. But what happens when Julian tries to host an ultra-luxury engagement party, only to find out Arthur just bought the entire VIP club with his pocket change? What happens when the "worthless mud" she threw away starts buying out the city's banks, underground syndicates, and corporate empires overnight? They wanted him to be realistic. Now, he's going to show them a new reality. Keep your hundred grand, Eleanor. I'm going to buy the world.

“Sarah!” Robin’s voice cracked, raw with betrayal. “After everything I did for you? The bone marrow donation—” Sarah rolled her eyes dramatically, her laughter sharp and dismissive. “Oh, please. Did you really think I cared about you? You were just… convenient.” Marcus moved to stand beside her, draping an arm around her shoulders. “Tell him about the face you made when he thought you actually liked him back. That story kills at parties.” The laughter between them burned through Robin’s veins. Every memory of their time together—every smile, every touch, every whispered promise—twisted into something ugly and false. “You used me…” Robin whispered, the truth finally sinking in. Sarah tilted her head, her expression cold and mocking. “Obviously. Let me spell it out for you, since you’re too dense to get it.” She stepped closer, her voice dripping with contempt. "I only kept you around because your bone marrow matched mine. Now that I'm cured, you're about as useful as yesterday's garbage. But look on the bright side – at least some part of you turned out to be useful. More than we can say for the rest!" After donating his bone marrow to save Sarah's life, Robin discovers their relationship was nothing but a cruel joke. Beaten and left for dead in a kennel of vicious guard dogs, his mysterious family ring suddenly activates, revealing his true heritage as heir to America's most powerful shadow organization! With supernatural abilities and unimaginable wealth as Eagle Industries' new CEO, Robin would show them what happens when you mistake kindness for weakness. After all, when you've been treated like a dog, sometimes you have to bare your fangs to survive!

"So, he's just a servant? I thought he was Erica's husband that she was always proud of," Anthony said with an innocent expression. "Yes, he is Erica's husband. But he's also a loser and a servant in this house. Don't mind him. He's stupid and doesn't know anything!" mocked Nancy. "I don't think asking for evidence is a mistake. We don't know if he's lying or not. For all I know, Erica got this partnership because of her talent," Nate insisted. "So, you think I'm lying?" "No, just making sure." "Oh, come on. Why would I bother coming here just to make up this kind of lie? That's not very cool in my eyes. And why do you keep interrupting my conversations with Erica's family? You don't even know about business." "Maybe I don't know about business, butー" "Then why don't you just shut up and let us chat comfortably? Go to the kitchen as requested by your family. Aren't you good at housework?" Nate clenched his fists, besides lying, Anthony also had an annoying attitude and liked to put people down. Exactly the same as Erica's family. People like them will never be able to respect people, because it is a disease of the heart. His wife getting was sold to a fat man, just to save her family business. She has no other option but to divorce Nate. Fortunately, his exile is over and he can save his wife and show her family that he is not useless, worthless husband and son in law but Billionaire Heir of Bluebell Holdings. He will also support his wife, her family will be kneeling down to have mercy on them, once they all looked down and humiliated them. Now, they will wailed their tail like a dog infront of him.

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.