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“Look at him. Completely useless.” Whispers spread like poison as students mocked Asta. He stood alone before the crystal ball,his palms open, waiting for his family’s legendary flame. Nothing came. “No spark. Not even rookie fire. What a joke.” Laughter rang out. “I heard he killed his mother, like, he literally ate his way out from his mothers womb like a monster!” Asta trembled. “It’s not true… I saw the man in the black cloak…” The Empress rose,her eyes cold. “You worm. No flame. No worth. Get out of my sight you disgust me.” Asta walked away through jeers, to the labor pits. An old worker whispered. “They’re blind. I see the Legendary Dragon Flame in you...sleeping deep.” Asta stared at his palm. A dark smile grew. If the old man was right… he wasn’t weak. He was the strongest. When the Dragon Flame wakes, those who laughed will kneel in ashes. Did he awaken it? Did he take revenge? Dive into the fantasy to find out.

"I was meant to take your father's blame, be jailed, and killed afterward so you could be with him?" Damian asked in a low, hurt voice, staring at Ravenna. "It took you this long to realize," Ravenna eyed him. "Don't play the victim card. You were a convenient scapegoat." Ravenna walked up to him and said in a condescending tone. "You should be grateful you're out. Scram, Damian!" She said, spat on his face, turned, tucked her arm into her new man's arm, and stepped into his car without a backward glance. Damian loved his wife more than life itself and wanted nothing more than to please his father-in-law, who treated him with scorn. When the opportunity came for him to finally gain his father-in-law's approval, it cost Damian everything. What happens when Damian decides to get back at those who took him for granted in the past after a revelation about his true identity? Read in the thrilling pages of "Revenge of Domenico Santoro" to witness how a once-despised son-in-law makes his enemies pay.

"Oh shut up, please!" Olivia said dismissively without any hesitation, standing up and folding her arms to her chest. Jason looked shocked, his eyes moved to her, then to the others, who still hadn’t said a word in his defense. "Why have you chosen to be this useless?" she continued in a low growl. "You haven’t worked a single day since we got married. Maybe you just like sitting in that chair, being pitiful, and using it as your excuse for why you're a broke man." Jason’s teeth clenched. He wanted to defend himself, to explain again, but the moment he opened his mouth, Olivia raised a hand. "Don’t say a word, I’m not done. You think you can play the victim forever? My family paid for your therapy, flew you around the world, gave you access to the best doctors, and yet here you are, back with the same damaged spine and still sitting in that chair." She rubbed her forehead. Jason lowered his gaze, disappointed at her reaction but he didn’t talk.

"Apologize to Mike and get the hell out of here, before we really destroy you, you stupid cleaner!" he snarled. The taunting laughter from the group echoed around the court. Ethan’s cheeks burned as he clenched his fists, but he didn’t let the tears fall. Not now. Not when he could still hold his dignity—though it was quickly slipping away. Melissa’s eyes shifted uncomfortably, and for a moment, Ethan saw something in them—a flicker of fear. But it was quickly replaced by an air of indifference. She shifted on her feet, glancing away, clearly uncomfortable but refusing to step forward. The group continued to mock him, calling him a beggar and a loser. "Look at him," one of them laughed. "A poor idiot who thinks he’s better than everyone else!" The mocking continued, but none of it hit harder than the silence from Melissa. Ethan turned his head toward her, his voice cracking as he asked. “Melissa, what the hell are you doing here? You... you’re my girlfriend!” His voice trembled with a mixture of anger and hurt. The heir of the Elliot family, but his parents didn’t tell him the truth. They wanted Ethan to feel the difficulties of life.

Jay, a 30-year-old man, lived a life everyone envied—the CEO’s only son, the life of every party, the very picture of confidence. But behind the laughter was a man unloved by his own blood. When he was kidnapped, tortured, and left broken, Jay thought his suffering had reached its end. But fate wasn’t done with him yet. On the night he escaped—bleeding, desperate, and driving for his life—a crash ended it all. Until he opened his eyes again. Reborn as a younger version of himself in a world where titles, bloodlines, and destinies intertwine, Jay no longer seeks fame or perfection. This time, he just wants to live honestly—to be accepted and loved for who he truly is. But fate whispers something impossible: “Prince, you’re special… you were born to have two mates.” One kneels before him, saying, “I don’t swing both sides… but if it’s you, my prince—” The other gazes up, trembling, “My prince… please, let me carry your child.” In this second life, will Jay—the Omega Prince—finally receive the love he was denied in his past? Or will destiny once again turn love into tragedy?

BLURB/DESCRIPTION I never asked to be born a mistake. My whole life, I was the kid nobody wanted—the one they whispered about, the one they shoved into corners and hoped would disappear. My father pretended I didn't exist. My stepmother made sure I knew I was trash. My half-siblings treated me like a servant in my own home. And then there was Emma—my girlfriend, or so I thought. Until I came back from a trip to find her wearing my half-brother's ring. They threw me out with nothing. No money. No home. No future. But then my phone buzzed. One message. One number I'd never seen before. And suddenly, ten billion dollars appeared in my account. Turns out, I'm not nobody. I'm the grandson of Richard Blackwell—the richest man in the world. The man I never knew existed. The man who just made me his only heir. Now I have the power. The money. The name. And everyone who ever looked down on me? They're about to find out what happens when the boy they called worthless becomes the man they can't touch.

They took everything from him, then they framed him in debt and told him to figure it out. Hiroshi Tanaka has three days to come up with three million credits or his mother dies. The Kuroda family did all of it. They set him up, drained his accounts, and got his own girlfriend to stand up in court and lie about him. Now they're sitting on the one thing he can't walk away from, the machine keeping his mother alive. Then something appears in his vision that shouldn't be there. [Gratitude System Activated] [Rule: Protect. Receive. Grow.] He doesn't understand it. He doesn't trust it either. But when a debt collector shows up and starts pushing his childhood friend around, something in Hiroshi breaks open and the System drops money into his account that has no explanation and his body and strength change in ways he couldn't understand. The Kuroda still think he's a broke student with nowhere to go. They didn't know a gratitude system had been activated for him which made him richer and stronger. He will soon make them regret using him.

18+(Only)... In the lawless stretch of the galaxy, Sev is a bounty hunter who doesn’t just take lives—he dominates them. His cockpit is his kingdom, his bed a battlefield. Cold, controlled, and cruel, he lets nothing slip beneath his armor… until a high-stakes mission puts two women in his orbit who unravel everything. Emma—fragile, forbidden, and once his weakness—is now shackled and silent, sold like cargo. Serina—his twisted addiction—is a sadistic vixen who feeds on power and pain, her moans as sharp as her knives. Sev burns for her, bleeds for her, and obeys when she whispers filth into his ear between battles. But when the Hyperium he steals lights up a war across star systems, he returns to find Serina’s rage hotter than any star. She wraps her fingers in Emma’s hair and growls, "Choose, Sev. The ghost of your guilt... or the fire that owns you." The galaxy isn’t ready for the storm they’re about to unleash—in the bed, in the shadows, and across the stars. ********* This book also contains other compilations of crazy, steamy, thigh tingling sci-fi fantasy erotic stories for your reading pleasure.

"This is madness. No. We're not going to do that at all." While saying that, he looked at the few people whose attention seemed to only be on the Tome in front of them. Somehow, he could see the greed on their faces. "Don't tell me you will do as It says? Do you know how many will suffer because of this?" "We will only try on the basis of Knowledge. What if all this, just another lie?" One of the men interrupted with an answer. "Just another lie? We all know and sane enough to realize there is a Hell where we can finally managed to escape. And all of that is the merit of the Paladin Knights. Don't you try to deny it." He replied in a harsh tone and anger almost overflowed. "But think about it? If it was real. As real as it could be. A power that could even prolong one's life." Said by another man in the group who seemed excited by the prospect of a longevity that lasted as far as the planet itself existed. ... ... Then it all ended with a choice that made him decide to leave the group. He paused, then turned to look behind him, gripping his bag tightly. “Soon… You will all regret this. All that's left are sins and guilt that you will have to bear for the rest of your life." ... ...

“You went to prison for me, Marcus... and I still chose him. What does that make you now?” “A God,” he replied, eyes glowing with divine fury. “One you’ll live to regret betraying.” After three years in a prison he could have shattered with a single thought, Marcus Kane—known once in legend as the God of War—returns to a broken world. His family, ruined. His mother, blind. His honor, mocked by the woman he sacrificed everything for. But behind his calm eyes now burns celestial fire. While mortals whisper rumors of his past, Marcus walks among them with godlike power cloaked in human skin. When thugs threaten his mother, they kneel. When doctors fail, he heals with ancient arts. When traitors laugh at his downfall—he answers with divine retribution. “You dare call me a beggar?” “You’re lucky I don’t call down heaven itself.” From luxury mansions to blood-soaked banquets, Marcus reclaims his destiny. As he crosses paths with powerful CEOs, martial masters, and an infuriatingly stubborn heiress named Valentina Romano, one thing becomes clear— They mocked the man. They will worship the god.