Mère Célibataire

"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."

I died as the Nine Realms’ strongest Sovereign. Or so they thought. I woke up 5 years ago in a broken body — no memories, no cultivation, no name. The Carter family took me in as their live-in son-in-law, a dog they kicked for three years straight. The day my cheating wife threw divorce papers at me, I signed without looking back. At the crossroads, a girl in white was waiting. She called me “Your Majesty”... and returned something I’d buried: a shattered soul bead. With it came whispers. Fragments of a past life. And a truth: my death wasn’t an accident. It was betrayal. Now I have no power, but I have time. Nine soul fragments scattered across the realms. Nine betrayers who took my throne. Nine steps from trash son-in-law to the man who rewrites the heavens. They think I’m crippled. They think I’m done. Let them laugh. Every slap, every insult, every “worthless”... it’s all fuel. Because when the last fragment awakens, the Sovereign returns. And this time, I won’t die alone.

❝ Things are only as beautiful as you make them, Eleanor. Including murder. ❞ It’s the opening night of Cosima Memphis’s production of Romeo and Juliet and all is going smoothly – that is until the climactic death scene. Romeo takes a big gulp of the poison to be with his lover, except it really is poison and Archer, who plays Romeo, is now dead. Eleanor Monet, in charge of props, is the first suspect but soon the suspicion around her turns to worry as it seems she’s the next target. Heath Albion, an aspiring writer, is dying for a mystery to solve at his new school. When he sees Eleanor sneaking around at night he thinks he’s finally found something worth writing about. After discovering Eleanor’s ability to see visions of the past, Heath decides that they’re the perfect pair to solve the mystery. With threatening notes, a quiet library and poison disguised as props; somebody in the school is blurring the lines between theatre and reality and the fast friends are about to discover that there’s more to boarding school than just silly rumours.

"You’re just a house husband, Riley. Harry needs me more than you do." For three years, Riley swallowed his pride and hid his unmatched brilliance in biochemistry to turn his wife, Sophia, into a corporate powerhouse. He managed her home, sacrificed his own health, and quietly supplied the patents that made BeeBio Pharmacy a billion-dollar empire. But when a terminal brain tumor threatens his life and a catastrophic earthquake brings the city crumbling down around them, Sophia abandons him in the rubble to save her manipulative Vice President. Miraculously surviving, Riley’s eyes are finally opened. He's done playing the devoted, submissive husband. He signs the divorce papers and walks away, taking his genius with him. Now, as Riley steps back into the light to reclaim his rightful place at the top, Sophia is about to discover a devastating truth: her glittering empire was built entirely on his back. And without him, she is nothing.

"You're now the chairman and heir of McPherson's consortium!" Those very words changed his life forever. Jake's life had seemed to be falling apart. He lost his wife and his job on the same day. He was mocked and ridiculed by his wife's family for being a "useless gold digger," and it seemed like everyone thought he was a failure. But then something unexpected happened - He found out that he was actually the heir to a top consortium. Suddenly, he had power and wealth beyond his wildest dreams. But with that newfound power came enemies and rivals who wanted to bring him down. With enemies around every corner and deadly plots hatching at every turn, Jake had to stay one step ahead if he wanted to survive. Could he outwit those who sought to destroy him? Or would his newfound fortune be the very thing that led to his downfall? Would he be able to navigate the dangerous world of wealth and power, or would he be crushed by the ruthless world of wealth and power?

"I want to end this relationship for good," Megan said coldly.  Charlie's heart sank. "Why?" He stammered to ask, trying to disbelieve what he had just heard.  "You want to know why?" Megan glared at him. "That's because you're a trash picker! My bright future can't shine with someone like you. So from now on, don't trouble me!"  Despite everything Charlie had done for her, Megan felt that they weren't enough. She wanted more, but Charlie couldn't meet her high expectations.  So she walked out of their three-year relationship to be with the rich, campus guy, calling Charlie a thorn in her flesh. But then.... Something happened.  A mysterious call.  Charlie's life changed. He's no longer the trash picker everyone knew on the campus. He now dines in the palace with dignitaries. To you, what do you think will be his next move? Revenge or what?  Read to find out. 

What?!?" Pia exclaimed. “What's within?” Saying, "Oh my God! Is that a finger that has been chopped?’ Cassandra uttered, "I'm not sure!” "What the fuck does that even mean?!?" exclaimed Pia. Cassandra says, "What?!?" Please don't look at me that way. Furthermore, I have no idea what that even means!’ Pia commented, "This is embarrassing," and Cassia responded, "Okay, I'm going to call the police right away." "No!" exclaimed Pia. Oh no, please don't! “ Cassiandra uttered, "Are you serious at this moment? Cass, that is one fucking chopped finger! Furthermore, we have no idea whose finger it is!” "I'm sure that whoever sent this wouldn't really like it if we ever called the police about this," Pia said. "I also think that they might be keeping an eye on us right now." Cassandra was already breathing heavily as she was scared and doesn't know what to do. She panicked while Pia remained calm and silent as she tries to calm her friend down. Fear flashed through Cassandra's mind as she and Pia stood next to her car, their nerves still raw from the uncomfortable meeting. "Then, what do we do now?" Cassandra's eyes darted across the surroundings while her voice wavered with anxiety. With her own heart rate accelerating due to adrenaline, Pia tried to calm their agitated minds. "Maybe we'll try to calm down first..." However, Cassandra's mind was already racing, a flash of insight emerging in her. "But wait, the letter!" Pia looked in astonishment, taken aback by Cassandra's apparent eagerness. "What?" Words flew out of Cassandra's mouth, a trace of panic in her tone. "H-Haven't that box come with a letter?" Pia's face wrinkled as she considered what Cassandra had said, realizing what had happened.

Elliot Kane is a scrawny, introverted college freshman at Crestwood University, relentlessly bullied by the campus elite: jocks, frat boys, and social media influencers who thrive on his humiliation. One night, during a particularly brutal encounter that leaves him battered in a dark alley, a mysterious cosmic anomaly binds an alien neural entity to his mind: the Death Mind System. This system grants Elliot a chilling power: by knowing a person’s true name and whispering their death in his mind, he can kill them instantly, their body collapsing as if their soul were snuffed out. No evidence, no trace; just a thought, and they’re gone. But the system isn’t just a weapon; it’s a living, evolving intelligence that feeds on death. Each kill upgrades its capabilities, unlocking new mental abilities: telepathic manipulation, memory siphoning, even glimpses into the victim’s final thoughts. The more Elliot kills, the stronger and more addictive the system becomes, transforming him from a timid outcast into a calculating force of vengeance.

{~I am dominant with my fantasy power entry~} In a world where strength rules, Cain Ashford is just another background character, or so he believes. Enrolled in a prestigious academy for warriors and mages, he spends his days playing the role of a low-key side character while secretly fantasizing about running a shadowy faction… just for fun But unbeknownst to him, his every word shapes reality. He is the reincarnation of the Abyssal Tyrant, a legendary overlord feared across history. His former subordinates, now elite students, teachers, and operatives, have recognized him, and they’re determined to help him reclaim his throne. Meanwhile, an enemy from his past lurks within the academy, manipulating events to erase him before he regains his power. As Cain unknowingly outmanoeuvres his foes, his legend begins to rise once more. Will he ever realize the truth, or will he continue playing the greatest role of his life while unknowingly reclaiming his destiny?

BLURB. "You are Elvis, my son-in-law-to-be. You fainted on your wedding day to my daughter, but now that you're awake, you shall marry my daughter today." Elvis stared at Jordan Moore, not having any memory whatsoever of what the man was talking about. Though something was for sure, he felt no strange feeling about the man, so perhaps, he was telling the truth. So, he married the girl in rags. But now, after a little while, Elvis, even with no memory whatsoever, knew who he was, "I am Vince Klein plus one, I rule the world and my in-law must taste my wrath!" Elvis knew who he was... How was he able to know about it? Will he deal with his father-in-law and leave his wife? Will Elvis survive it as he was just so young? Was he ready for some damage and psychological stress? How could he claim a high position without a memory? What even led to his amnesia? Find it all out now!!!