Multi Pov

"Making girls fall for me like this... who the hell would want that?!" - Tenko Sawaru Inspired by the Parallel Paradise manga series by Lynn Okamoto.

Eli Turner was the invisible kid at Crestwood High. Skinny, quiet, and always buried in books, he was the prime target for bullies. Every day, he was shoved into lockers, laughed at in the cafeteria, and humiliated in the classroom. No one cared that he was a genius. No one cared that he had dreams. Least of all, Amelia Rhodes—the girl he once dared to admire from afar. The queen bee of Crestwood. She smiled at him once, and he thought maybe, just maybe, she was different. But that hope was shattered when she dumped a milkshake on his head during prom night, laughing with the rest of the crowd. "You're just a loser, Eli. Always have been, always will be," she spat, heels clicking away as the crowd jeered. Broken and humiliated, Eli almost gave up. Until the email arrived. "Welcome, Elijah Turner. You have unlocked your inheritance. The Turner Foundation and all its holdings are now yours." In disbelief, he opened the account. $250 million. Access to top private mentors, global influence, and a tech empire under his control. Now, Eli is returning—but not as the bullied nerd. This time, he’s the prodigy they never saw coming. With a new name, a sharpened edge, and the power to bring his enemies to their knees. Amelia will choke on her laughter. The bullies will bow. And Crestwood will never forget the day Eli Turner rewrote his story. Will Eli seek vengeance, or redemption?

Nick Cross awake in a stranger's house, wounded and bruised, and finds himself in a blank state his memory destroyed. However, there is a strange chip placed on his skin, and masked men are pursuing him, Nick must avoid an evil conspiracy that seeks to control both his body and mind with the aid of Leah, a determined woman tormented by her brother's mysterious murder. Nick sets out on an anxious quest to learn the truth about the chip and the secret project that made him a weapon, tormented by broken pieces of a life he cannot recall. Along the way, he faces ghosts from his past, including a dangerous enemy in clear view, friends who may have deserted him, and a lady who once loved him but betrayed him.

He mistook her for the girl who saved him years ago, gave her everything to help her business survive.But now he knew he was wrong

As the remaining bloodline of the most unmatched lineage of magicians, Magi and Cian thrive and hide in the current society by becoming hired by all sorts of people for money. With overbearing power, came an extreme caution towards their own actions. However, whenever they move, they wear their mask to hide their identities, becoming known to all by the name, 'Twin Magicians.'

They called him bloodless They mocked him, beat him, finally betrayed him framing an innocent orphan and hurling him into the Ashen wastes to die a slow forgotten death. But the moment Elias Voss's blood touches a forbidden crimson altar, the empire's greatest nightmare awakens. Deep within his veins roars the primordial war God bloodline an extinct legacy of apocalyptic conquerors the gods themselves erased from history in terror. Crimson fury floods his body. Broken bones mend in seconds. A single punch shatters mana beasts that devour armies. Ancient battlefields flash before his eyes, whispering unstoppable tactics no mortals should know. Now the boy they discarded is coming back. With the sarcastic ghost general at his side, a sharp-togued swordswoman who swears she does not need him, and an unshakeable will forged in betrayal, Elias will climb from exile to overlord. Every arrogant noble who laughed at him will kneel. Every clan that turned away will regret. In floating war academies and blood-drenched arenas, a legend rises one swing, one conquest, one shattered enemy at a time. The War God is awake. And the empire will tremble.

Without the bloodline of ancient mystical beasts flowing in your veins you can't be regarded as a true cultivator, as with only a bloodline could you possess a dsntian to cultivate. But the inquisitive part of humans lead to several undlying paths been discovered leading to dantians been forceful carved. Even with this, bloodlines still stood at the peak of power, and the rest of the world were meant to eat from their crumbles but what if a path that could defer this chain was what our protagonist, an handsome lad with flowing white hair decided to tread. The path of the sword and Bloodline.... ############ The cover of this book is not really mine, i found it on a site that offers free book covers

When death arrives, every soul must face judgment. In a chamber beyond time, Kaelen, the silent judge, weighs the truth of each life. Beside him stands Lyra, an attendant with a heart too gentle for the shadows, while above them looms Aurelius, the unseen master whose word is absolute. Each soul carries secrets of love, betrayal, guilt, or pride, and the mirror reveals all. As Kaelen delivers verdicts, cracks appear in his silence, and Lyra dares to question the cost of justice. But soon, their trials will uncover a truth far greater than any soul’s fate.

Five years ago, an accident brought him to a foreign world. Five thousand years later, he returned and found that only five years had passed on Earth. But nothing was the same anymore. Both of his parents had died in a mysterious accident. His younger sister had dropped out of school, and the woman he had longed for throughout those thousands of years was nowhere to be found. However, what truly left him speechless was a little girl who was clearly his own daughter — yet she called his biological younger sister "Mama." What had happened? Someone owed him an explanation!

The last strand of patience I had snapped into shreds when she chose her ex-lover’s son over our dying daughter. Now she paraded around smiling, flaunting him like a trophy, while I was left with nothing but the cold, lifeless body of my child. This wasn’t about hurt anymore. It wasn’t even about pain. She’d stolen a soul from me — and she would feel every atom of what I felt, and more. “I want a divorce.” “That’s not happening. You and I are in this together,” she screeched, eyes boring into mine, searching for the man who always bent to her will. “You will sign the papers,” I said, every word a quiet stone. “Make me!” I stepped closer. My hand closed at her throat — delicate, trembling under my grip — and forced her to meet me. “Sign the papers,” I whispered, voice low and cold. “Or I’ll make you suffer so that even our daughter hears your screams from six feet under.”