Mère Célibataire

Catching my girlfriend of four years on all fours while some guy slammed into her from behind as she screamed 'harder' was not exactly the sight I ever expected to walk in on. My heart didn’t just break; it hollowed out. I drank myself stupid trying to numb it, but alcohol never really does the job. Then, like an idiot, I drove home drunk and ended up crashing straight into a truck. On the brink of death, a wickedly sexy demon appeared. She offered to save me and grant me power, so long as I gave her one thing in return: entertainment. Next thing I know, I’ve been blessed with a Charm skill. And as it levels up, life gets… chaotic. Suddenly I’m being chased by all kinds of women—college professors, thirsty single moms, even high-class cougars with more money than morals. As I climb the social ladder and build real influence, one goal stays burning in my chest: to serve the girl who betrayed me a cold, delicious revenge she’ll never forget. Additional Tags: Incest, BDSM, Rags to Riches, MILFS, Cougars, Harem PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THESE TAGS!!! All Characters In Any Smut Scenes In This Book Are Over The Age Of 18.

“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.

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.

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 ?

“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.

Ferris is a thief with a bad magic trick and a dragon on his back. Lyria is a stone-cold knight. They mess up a steal and now they're cursed: they feel what the other feels. So they're stuck. To break it, they have to steal from the most guarded vault in the Spirelands. Their crew? A sad immortal, a goblin who loves bombs, a lost librarian, and a space squirrel. The job is nuts. They have no plan. To get close, they have to pretend to be lovers. Ferris jokes when he's scared. Lyria scowls to hide her feelings. Then the fake stuff starts to feel real, and the vault's keeper isn't a monster. It's a god who thinks their love story is hilarious. He's rigged the game for a funny, sad finale. The world depends on the worst thieves, knights, and fake couple ever. They have to out-laugh a god, out-love a lie, and try not to kill each other.

“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!

"Ah, Ethan." Marcus drawled, his voice dripping with condescension. "The prodigal son, crawling back for scraps." Ethan's face burned with shock and anger. "You're...you're behind this?" Ethan stuttered. Marcus chuckled, strolling closer. "I wanted to see if you'd learned your lesson. Are you still groveling in poverty, or have you managed to scrape together a semblance of dignity?" "You're like a dog, Ethan," Marcus sneered. "A dog that runs back to its master, tail wagging, hoping for a pitiful bone. You think you deserve better? You think you're worthy of our family's name?" "I don't need your approval or your family's name," Ethan declared, meeting Marcus's gaze. "I'll make my own way." What happens when an illegitimate son is disowned by his family on his wedding day, his wife abandons him and their three months old daughter after a year of marriage, and an accident which claimed his life occurs on the day he finds out a job interview he rushed for was a sham orchestrated by his own stepbrother.. But that's only where things gets interesting. «Ding! Greetings Host, I am Eminence, your companion towards fortune..» «Ding! For every living being you save, you get a $10,000 reward!» «Ding! For every successful roasting, you get a $10,000 reward!» «Ding! the system has seen your determination, and therefore you have been granted the skill: Unbreakable Will.» Ethan smirks.. "It has begun!" FROM ASHES TO EMINENCE

Constantine was once the God of Mercenary, feared and revered by all who knew him, but an accident on the battlefield cost him his reputation and stripped him of his title. Now he is simply Constantine Easton, a low rank security guard and the estranged son of a billionaire father that didn't want him. He is a man who likes staying at the bottom and living his life without the struggles of being at the top, but what happens when the only way to protect all the beauties around him is climbing to the top? "You think you can take what is mine because you're stronger than me? You don't know who you're dealing with." If life throws a bullet his way, he'll pick it up and shoot the hell out of whoever dares get on his nerves. If he had touched the sky before, then he'll go past the stars now. "Only I will be king."

Darius Kane was branded a coward, the last “loser” of a slaughtered noble house. Three years later, he returns—a decorated war commander with a vendetta forged in blood. “You shouldn’t have come back,” sneers Vincent Reksar, smirking at the man he thinks is powerless. Darius’s eyes narrow. “Funny. I was thinking the same about you.” Every enemy who mocked his family, stole his home, and left him for dead is about to face a reckoning. The city’s most feared clans gather for a wedding—a perfect stage for Darius’s return. Haley, his ex-fiancée and the traitor who betrayed him, tries to dismiss him. “You’re nothing, Darius. You’re still that loser—” He cuts her off coldly. “Losers don’t get second chances. Commanders do.” Now, vengeance marches at his heels. The loser is the commander. And the war for justice has only begun.