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"To reclaim my throne, I traded my soul for a System." Zoravar had everything—a beautiful family and a peaceful life. But in one night of fire and blood, it was all ripped away. His best friend, Vikram, didn’t just betray him; he burned Zoravar alive, sold his sister to the underworld, and left his mother to rot. Left for dead in a dumpster, a charred husk of a man, Zoravar hears a cold, mechanical chime that defies the laws of nature. [Ding! Soul integration complete. The 'Silver Sinner' System is online.] The System offered him a second chance, but it wasn't a gift—it was a contract. For every drop of blood he sheds in revenge, the System claims a piece of his humanity. Now, a man made of steel and cold logic walks the streets of the city. He has no mercy. He has no fear. He only has a list of names. Yesterday, he was a victim. Today, he is the Judge, the Jury, and the Executioner. "Vikram, I’m not coming for an apology. I’m coming for everything you ever loved."

Lee Sung is an orphan without a home or family, at the age of 5 he learned to kill and steal and grew up in a slum where aggression is common. But since that day it's not the same. Author : hey, i'm Celina i write this story because i love reading and write, this my third story so please help so this become decent. Thanks for Reading <3

"I don't want to put up with you anymore. You're such a good-for-nothing. Do you know how much ridicule I suffered to keep this marriage working? I deserve someone better. Let's end this broken marriage, " Henry's Wife said. Henry Brown, Emily Miller's husband, had always been subject to disdain from the Miller family due to his poor financial ability and his lack of notable achievements. He was regarded as a scum and deadbeat husband by everyone. However, when Henry Brown was left for dead by those who wanted to relive themselves of the stain Henry Brown's name caused them, he received a second chance at survival by a god who granted him special abilities. Back to avenge those who killed him, Henry Brown used his exceptional abilities to climb to the top where he won't be looked down on by anyone. Henry vowed to make his wife and the Miller's family crawl on their knees, begging him. Watch as he rise to the top to dominate the whole world!

Silas and Thеo wеrе еvеnly matchеd, thеir grunts and shouts punctuating thе air. "You took еvеrything from mе!" Thеo scrеamеd, his ragе giving him strеngth. "And I'd do it again," Silas spat back, his knее connеcting with Thеo's stomach.

"Ma, Samson promises. Samson is going to repent; I won’t be a thug anymore. I'm going to find a real, honest job. So please, Ma, don't come back to haunt me, okay?" Samson knelt, tears streaming down his face, though his expression still looked like someone ready to pick a fight with the Angel of Death. Bejo held out an umbrella. "Boss, it’s almost sunset. We need to go collect the 'protection money' from the cafe owner," he said. "Hey, Bejo! I just promised Ma that I’ve repented. You little devil! Do you want my mother to rise from her grave because of what you just said, huh?!" Samson stood up. His towering height, nearly two meters, made Bejo instinctively jump back three steps. "But Boss, our stomachs aren't exactly followers of the repentance movement," Bejo squeaked, trembling. Samson wiped his fierce face. "From this second on, call me Samson the Protector. I’m going to find honest work. Anything! As long as I'm not shaking people down anymore." A wealthy woman looked Samson up and down, scrutinizing him. "Your body is quite large. It just so happens I need a new guard dog. I just fired the old one because he was afraid of cockroaches." Samson was ready to explode. "Hey, lady! You think I—" "Fifty million a month. Meals are provided, and you get an Italian suit for a uniform. Interested?" the woman interrupted, handing him a gold-plated business card. Samson fell silent. He then whispered under his breath, "Ma, this is honest work, right? Just being a guard dog for a billionaire."

“You’re just a contract husband. Don’t forget your place.” Gianna Moretti sneered as she shoved the papers across the table. The man in the wrinkled suit only smirked. “My place? Darling, you’ll find out soon enough it’s far above yours.” She thought she was buying a nobody. A desperate man willing to be humiliated, to wear her leash for money. A man she could throw away once the contract ended. But Vincent wasn’t a nobody. He was the hidden warlord—the commander of the Eagles of the West. A man who built his empire with fire, blood, and the corpses of his enemies. When Gianna’s family turns on her… when the mafia comes to collect… when rivals laugh at her for marrying a beggar— Vincent rises. “You called me worthless? Watch as I destroy everyone who touched what’s mine.” In one night, the groom they mocked becomes the nightmare of kings. And Gianna realizes too late… the man she tried to control is the one who will never let her go

"You're worthless, Alex. A parasite who's been living off my daughter for three years!" Catherine's words echoed in the hospital room as Alex stood there in his stained apron, unable to pay his wife's medical bills. His card was declined. His best friend refused to help. His in-laws treated him like trash. But what they didn't know was that Alex Munroe was actually Alexander Castellano, the billionaire heir who had walked away from his empire three years ago to test if anyone would love him without his money. Now his wife Nora wants a divorce. Her family is selling her off to save themselves from bankruptcy. And Alex has exactly two weeks to decide: reveal his true identity and reclaim his power, or let the woman he loves slip away forever. What happens when the beggar becomes the king? When the powerless reveal themselves as the most powerful? And when revenge becomes the only path to redemption?

Ten years ago, Alastor Vikir lost everything in a fire that consumed his family and his home. With nothing but ashes and unanswered questions, he disappeared from the world, training under a master of survival with one singular purpose: find the truth and make someone pay. Now he's back in London, but the city he returns to isn't the one he left behind. Enrolled in university under a false name, Alastor watches over Chloe Everstone—the girl whose family saved his life when he had nothing. But protecting her means navigating a world of wealth, privilege, and secrets he never asked to be part of. Including an arranged marriage to Seraphina Belmond, the sharp-tongued heiress who doesn't even know who he really is. As old memories resurface and new dangers emerge, Alastor realizes the fire that destroyed his life wasn't an accident. And the people responsible? They're still out there. Some truths are buried for a reason. Some fires never stop burning. And some debts can only be paid in blood.

In the underworld of ruthless power and unforgiving loyalty, I made an oath that would bind me for life—a blood oath sealed by vengeance, desire, and a woman who became my most dangerous weakness. They call me a monster, a king in a kingdom built on violence and fear. But I never asked for this life. I only wanted to survive. Then she walked into my world—fiery, untamed, and brimming with secrets. Our bond was meant to be temporary. A flash marriage. A simple alliance in a world where trust is a currency no one dares to spend. But with her, everything changed. The Mafia doesn’t forgive, and neither do I. She’ll learn that soon enough as I drag her through a storm of betrayal, bloodshed, and passion she never expected. Our marriage may have been a lie, but my hunger for her is very real. Now, we’re both trapped by an oath we can't escape, each step we take pulling us deeper into a world that only one of us will survive. And in the end, the savage honor I live by might just be the death of us both.

Freshman year? Pfft. Make friends, party, maybe read some school crap so you don’t get tossed out? That ain’t Jace Prescott’s life. Eighteen years old, thinking he got his girlfriend knocked up—and the plot twist? She’s been using him like a damn lab rat. Five months of his life, filmed without him even knowing. And her? She acts like she’s the victim. Well, fuck that. Jace’s uncle calls him up: “You’re CEO now, kid.” And just like that…everything changes. Suddenly, Jace’s got money, power, and zero fucks to give. Get ready, because he’s about to slap egos, crush reputations, and serve chaos hotter than anyone in that goddamn school can handle. Face-slapping, life-flipping, “did-that-just-happen?” madness incoming. And trust me…if you can’t handle people getting roasted mercilessly, maybe step away. Jace doesn’t play nice.