Monarch Of Time

Tyrone Guerrero has been married to Dahlia Suarez for five years, he loves Dahlia but she doesn't love him because he's poor. To prevent Dahlia from divorcing him, he accepted his grandfather's offer to return as a Guerrero and manage their company. He became a billionaire again and can do whatever he wants with his money, but he never thought he would be poor again because of the person he love the most. By the time he comes back for the people who have been bad for him, he will show them the good boy sweet revenge.

Barned and rejected from entering into the king's palace, he became a live-in son-in-law of Lord Marcus. He was maltreated by his mother in-law, grandmother-in-law and wife's cousins. Fortunately, Charles had just received a letter of apology from the palace with a compensation of $900,000,000,000 for all damages caused to him and request for his ascension into the throne of The British Kingdom. Now, it's payback time to all who maltreated him as a live-in son-in-law and those who masterminded his banishment plots from the Palace which also led to his mother's death. "As long as I live, I must avenge Queen Ava's death!"

Ace thought he could fuck his ex and walk away clean. One night in that cheap motel with Lena was supposed to be just a mistake. One raw, desperate fuck where she rode him like she owned his soul, her scorching velvet pussy gripping him so tight he forgot his own name. But the hickeys on his neck the next morning set everything on fire. Clara saw them. Clara lost her shit. And suddenly their “open” marriage looked like the hypocritical joke it had always been. Now Lena won’t let go. She’s not the girl he left behind anymore. She’s Nova now — colder, meaner, and ten times more dangerous. Packages start showing up at his door: her soaked panties that still smell like her cum, a single black rose, and then the steel cock cage. Cold. Unforgiving. Clicking shut around his throbbing dick while she watches with that satisfied little smile. Every time Ace tells himself it’s over, his cock betrays him. Every time he tries to be the good husband, he ends up back between her legs, leaking and desperate, hating how fucking perfect it feels to be used by her again. Clara is lying. His job is slipping. And Nova is tightening the leash. He knows he should stop. He knows this is going to destroy him. But the truth is worse: he doesn’t want to. Some exes don’t just come back. They lock you up and make you beg for more.

A thousand years ago, the world was consumed by an apocalyptic catastrophe. A thousand feet tall Sword came from above and setttled on earth. The earth itself twisted under the weight of its power, and from the fallout emerged monstrous creatures born from radiation and chaos it brought. In the centuries that followed, humanity clawed its way back from the brink of extinction. Massive fortress cities now stand as bastions of survival, shielding the remnants of mankind from the horrors that lurk beyond their walls. Over time, a new power system emerged — one that allowed humans to awaken unique abilities at the age of sixteen. Some gained bloodline powers, inheriting ancient strengths. Others awakened elemental affinities, commanding fire, water, or lightning as extensions of their will. But when Aren Hunter faced his awakening ceremony, he awakened… nothing. No bloodline. No element. Instead, something entirely different stirred within him — a mysterious interface that called itself the Creation System. “You can create any technique you desire — as long as you have the points to pay for it.” It also granted him the ability to cultivate any technique placed within its slots. Now, armed with this strange and limitless power, Aren must forge his own path. Will he rise to protect his family and defend humanity against the darkness — or fade away as another forgotten name lost to time? --- System Interface: [Host: Aren Hunter] [Tier: Non-Awakened] [Slot 1: Inactive (0/100)] [Slot 2: Locked] [Slot 3: Locked] [Slot 4: Locked] [Slot 5: Locked] [Points: 0]

For three years, Ethan Cole has endured life as the laughingstock of the Dawson family—scrubbing their floors, bearing their insults, and fading into the background of their lives as a mere nobody. What the Dawsons have no idea about is that Ethan is actually the exiled heir to the Cole Conglomerate, a trillion-dollar empire that commands fear across the globe. Once the youngest commander in a clandestine international unit, he vanished after a family feud that cost him everything. His punishment was clear: live as an ordinary man, reveal nothing, and interfere with nothing. Yet the world has not forgotten him. When six sleek black cars pull up in front of the Dawson home and elite operatives bow before him, Ethan receives the message he has long awaited: “Young Master, your exile ends today.” With his identity restored, Ethan begins the quiet process of reclaiming his power—but he’s not leaving just yet. The Dawsons, who have belittled him time and again, will discover the truth—slowly, painfully, and in a very public manner. As rivals, crime syndicates, and corporate foes emerge from the shadows, Ethan’s return sends shockwaves through the city. With each step he takes, he unearths a deeper conspiracy, a more insidious enemy, and a past he can no longer escape. The world believed the Hidden Dragon had perished. They were mistaken. Now, Ethan will rise again— not as an insignificant son-in-law, but as the formidable heir that the world fears. Power. Respect. Revenge. The throne he once forsook is waiting for him. And this time, no one will be able to stop him.

Hudson Stewart was just an ordinary delivery guy who was bullied, despised and made fun of by his college Mate's. When the college bully used the identity of the woman Hudson loved so much to set him up, Hudson Stewart could swear he almost committed suicide that night but someone had stopped him with a single statement that changed everything. "Young Master, Your Father wants You Back Home -- You are his right Heir." Now, It was Hudson's time to rewrite his story because soon , he became "The Undisputed Hudson Stewart" and everyone that made fun of him shall bow to his feet.

A travel through time and space. Those who question the reality and where they really belong to. The ones who've travelled not only by mind, but by body to different realities - how did they manage? Did they recall it all upon return? The story of the ones who went through the different parallels, living lives and coming back, switching into new self, boosting knowledge... But facing the throwback of pain and loss of those who are loved. She is deemed a Witch. He seeks for her real self through the many dimensions, trying to unravel the hidden secrets, using means of war, power and strength. But that's not all to the story. There is way more at play.

Dying on Earth as a forgotten man, Marcus Grey’s story should have ended in an alley. But destiny had other plans. Reborn in a world ruled by magic, monsters, and systems Marcus awakens as a poor child named “Ragmuffin.” Yet deep within, his spirit still burns. He’s fought this battle across lifetimes. This time, he’ll win. In the Random World, every act earns experience, every bond grants power and every life is a gamble against Fate itself. With a team forged from loyalty, loss, and love, Marcus must rise from nothing, defy a god, and reclaim his destiny.

Unknown to me, I wasn’t the worthless piece of shit my in laws view me to be. I was the strongest member of a secret clan who lost his memory while on a mission. Years gone had given my enemy the perfect time to destroy all I left behind. But now I’m back, and every single of those who crossed me would feel the wrath me; The Almighty Mael Ze’Ev had in store for them all. …………… “Pick your poison Joe, you can either step down and remain honored, or be stubborn and watch me wipe the floor with you.”

"I'll rise above this, and you'll face the consequences of your actions," he declared, a silent promise to himself amidst the noisy laughter. “Now, you see that she was only using you all these time,” Jack said, and Sydney smiled slyly. Sydney's cold words cut through the air, echoing her heartless confession. "That's so true, I only used you to solve my Math problems. I would never want to kiss a guy drowning in unending poverty. This is not a fairy tale, where a princess gets to kiss a frog," Sydney declared, glancing down at the hole on the top of Micheal's shoe.