Mère Célibataire

Jamie Aldridge never asked for this. He never asked for the system, for the power, for the missions that drag him deeper into Seattle’s underworld. But when life throws a digital demon into your head, what choice do you have? Play the game or get played. Simple. Except it’s not that simple. Because this game? It’s rigged. And the stakes? Well, they’re higher than Jamie could ever imagine. "Who the hell are you?" Jamie demanded, his voice rough with exhaustion, and his mind a tangled mess of fear and fury. The Broker smiled, a thin, calculated curve of lips that held no warmth. "I'm the man who’s going to change your life, Jamie. Or end it. Depends on how well you play." "Play?" Jamie spat, barely holding back the urge to punch that smug look off his face. "I’m not playing your game. Not anymore." The Broker’s eyes shone with a dark and knowing aura. "Oh, but you are. You just don’t realize it yet." Now Jamie’s on a collision course with forces beyond his control—shadowy figures who pull the strings, secrets buried so deep they might as well be myths, and a system that seems determined to push him to the brink. And just when he thinks he can’t take any more, life throws him another curveball: Emma. His unbearable bully of a wife. Pregnant. Yeah. Ain't gonna end well. In a world where survival is a day-to-day battle and the lines between ally and enemy blur with every step, Jamie has to figure out one thing—how to win when every move feels like a losing one. Because failure? It’s not an option. Not when his life, and the life of his unborn child, hangs in the balance.

“You're so weak, it's disgusting…pathetic, loser…you're a disgrace to the gods.” Stigma, rejection, scorn…he wears it like a cloak. Neglected and ostracized for being weak and cursed, he becomes the Outcast. Boom!!! Tragedy struck! His weakness makes him only thing he had left. On the verge of death, he undergoes a transformation. He revives, with the one thing he's longed for the most. POWER!! How does this cannon event spur him? Does he take back what's rightfully his? How would this revenge story play out?!

"You’re not just a son to him, young Master. You’re the breath my boss has been choking for twenty-three years." When Elijah rushes to the hospital to save his fiancée’s mother, he is treated like dirt. She denies knowing him and labels him a violent ex, prompting her wealthy new partner to have him arrested and left to languish in prison. Elijah believes this is the end—until a mysterious old inmate reveals an unimaginable truth that changed his reality forever. From cold prisons to bulletproof cars, and from betrayals to boardrooms, watch out as Elijah Schwarzenger rises to power!

"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?

“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.

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 ?

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.

“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!

Cain Mercer was the CIA's deadliest black-ops asset. He could enter any room, eliminate any target, and vanish without a trace. They called him a ghost—not because he was invisible, but because he left no evidence behind. Then the Siberia mission changed everything. An explosion at a classified research facility should have killed him. Instead, it unlocked something inside Cain's mind. Now he sees them: the Strays—flickering, predatory remnants of the dead that drift through our world like interference on a dying radio. They're invisible to everyone else. And they're hunting. The Agency branded him insane, locked him away in a deep-cover psychiatric facility. But when impossible assassinations begin targeting high-value global assets—each victim found with the same static-burn scar Cain carries on his chest—they have no choice but to unearth their broken weapon. Cain is offered a deal: track the killer, stop the attacks, and earn his freedom. But the deeper he digs, the darker the truth becomes. The Strays aren't random. They're being directed by someone inside the Agency itself—a ghost from Cain's past who knows exactly what he's become. To survive, Cain must embrace the very thing that terrifies him most: he's not just a ghost operative. He's the only one who can fight ghosts. And the war has only just begun.

“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.