Mère Célibataire

"If you bark for me like a good little dog, I might let you stay and sweep the floor. That’s all you’re good for anyway." "You couldn’t even afford a decent suit for my wedding. Did you dig that out of a dumpster? Oh, wait—maybe that’s your new home." Louis was insulted by his ex wife. He was standing his ex wife wedding, she has no regrets for cheating on him. But little did she knew the place where her wedding took place, the island was owned by Louis Kinder. He was trillionaire heir, not a pathetic lapdog husband.

A vast barbaric army is on the march. One hardened captain and his elite commandos are the kingdom’s last hope… Jack fights to honor and avenge those who died under his command. Hunted by savage foes, with only his small band of soldiers for support, it’s a race against time to put an end to the Owlaw’ leader before he unleashes a devastating new attack that would destroy everything he’s fought and bled to protect. “What do you think a hero is? It’s just the right person in the right place making the right choice at the right time. Heroes aren’t born. They’re made.”

The Last Dragon Knight has been born, and misfortune looms over the lands of Dorlan like a shadow foretelling a tragic end. His power can open a portal to the Abyss and unleash an apocalyptic war, leaving the world at the mercy of demons. This has reached the ears of the acolytes of the Brotherhood of the Black Flame, who wish to fulfill the prophecy and will seek to capture him now that he is just a child. The pieces of a macabre game have begun to move in the shadows, and war is imminent. Hope rests on the knight Kalen ‘Fal, who, accompanied by a surly warrior and an elven assassin, and guided through wild lands by an ex-mercenary of dubious reputation, must protect the newborn at all costs in a world full of betrayals, bloodshed, and ruthless cruelty, with civilization hanging by a thread… What to expect (and what not): 🛡️ No game mechanics, no stat screens — This isn't litRPG. It's a grounded, character-driven fantasy. ⚔️ Fallen heroes, not flawless ones — The protagonist is a paladin... but the light might not always follow him. 🐉 Prophecies, yes—but never what you'd expect — The "chosen one" might not even be human. Or a hero. 🔥 Dark cults, undead armies, and orcs with purpose. Even monsters have stories. 🧠 Politics, betrayal, and silent wars — Swords clash, but daggers in the dark cut deeper. 🐢 A slow burn with real consequences — This is a long game. Growth takes time. Pain leaves scars. Trust is earned. 💔 Emotional weight — There will be grief, love, guilt, and sacrifice. For new readers: If you're here for fast battles and instant power-ups, this may not be your story. But if you're willing to walk through ashes, you'll find fire.

Silence. Like a nice bucket of shhhhhhhhh. Everyone shut the effing fudge UP! That's all I've ever wanted. *Sigh.* But silence comes in different flavors. There's mint - the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a blanket. The kind I chase at 2 AM. I've cried once. Just once. With a bucket beside me, watching heroes with super suits and impossible strength tear each other apart. Somehow that feels less broken than my reality. Then there's the suffocating silence at school. Not an ice cream flavor. This one tastes like metal and shame. High school is my personal hell. Empty wallet, empty lunch tray, empty seat beside me like I'm radioactive. Empty soul on Wednesdays because middles are always the worst. *The usual.* But Emily made the silence bearable. Mint-flavored again. Until she broke something between us. *Snap.* One moment she's whispering secrets with me, the next she's weaponizing them. She scattered my private thoughts, added her own twisted lies. The betrayal burns hotter than the stares drilling into my back. I went from invisible to spectacle. Being a ghost feels like luxury when you're dodging spit balls and "accidental" lunch trays. But somewhere between my third panic attack and contemplating switching schools... *Something shifted.* Like in those games you play, when your character suddenly glows and the screen flashes: "New Skill Unlocked" And it wasn't just in my head. I tested it. Small things at first – a pencil moving across my desk when I focused hard enough. Then books. Then someone's lunch tray right as they walked past Emily. *tap tap tap* I used to think rock bottom was the end. *Well ladies and gentlemen,* it's just a really messed up spawn point. And now? I don't stumble from cliffs anymore. I swim in gravity, and dive head first.

One night that’s all it took to turn Ethan Morrison from the Morrison family’s "good-for-nothing black sheep" into a man with nothing left to lose. He stumbles home late ready to surprise his fiancée for their anniversary only to catch her tangled up with his half-brother the golden boy their father adores. Before he can even process it his old man shoves him out the door sneering that he’s "embarrassment trash" who never belonged in their home. And when he races to his mom’s grave to fall apart in private he finds it dug up flowers trampled headstone spray-painted with lies. They think he’s gone for good that he’ll crawl away and die in some gutter where they figure he belongs. But then a black SUV pulls up and the driver says three words that change everything: "You’re a Kidman." The richest man alive just found his lost grandson. Now Ethan’s back in the city dressed in custom Italian suits and moving with the kind of power money can’t buy. The same ball where they humiliated him a year ago he’s walking right through those doors. Every single one of them who spit on him who hurt him who desecrated the one thing that mattered they’re about to get a front-row seat to exactly what happens when you mess with the true heir. They called him worthless. Now they’ll either kneel or get knocked flat on their faces.

Logan Mercer signed the divorce papers without a fight. His wife Vivian Chase stood over him, her lip curled with disgust, her voice cutting through the penthouse like a blade. "You're nothing, Logan. You always were. A useless, pathetic leech who rode my coattails and called it a marriage. Enjoy whatever gutter you crawled out of." For twelve years, he had lived in her shadow. Ate her food. Attended her events. Endured every insult her family threw at him with quiet patience and a clenched jaw. Her mother called him a parasite. Her friends compared him to a cockroach. Her new boyfriend laughed in his face and called him a broke loser not worth the oxygen he breathed. "You're not even qualified to clean the toilets in a place like this." "A bloated, useless tick clinging to the belly of a dying dog." "Some people are born with connections and some people are born taking buses. That's just how the world works." Nobody knew the truth. Nobody knew that the faceless, reclusive chairman behind Imperial Group, the largest conglomerate in the city worth billions, was the same man they had been spitting on for years. The partnership Vivian celebrated? He approved it himself. The CEO who bowed to him in public? His subordinate. The underground kingpin who terrorized the city? The same man who once begged Logan for mercy on his knees. Now the divorce is signed. The mask is coming off. And every person who called him worthless is about to discover what it feels like to stand in the shadow of the man they threw away.

Betrayed by blood. Hunted by the system. Chosen by something greater. Kieran Blackwell was born to rule—but cast aside before he could even speak his name aloud. Branded a disgrace. Forgotten by his powerful family. And when the city turned its back on him, he fell—hard. Until a desperate click on a mysterious link activated a long-buried system... not just any system—the Legacy System. A weapon forged in secret to control destinies, rewrite bloodlines, and silence those who rise outside the script. But Kieran is no obedient heir. Now hunted by Override enforcers, haunted by forbidden Echoes, and bound to a system that may be rewriting him from the inside, Kieran must uncover the truth of his bloodline, master a broken power, and decide: Will he play the role they wrote for him—or shatter the story altogether? Perfect for fans of weak-to-strong arcs, ruthless betrayal, and systems with hidden agendas, this is your next obsession-worthy dystopian fantasy.

"You, good-for-nothing son-in-law, better leave my daughter as soon as possible. You're a loser, and you don't deserve her!" Nicholas' mother-in-law told him this when he came home one night. However, it was already too late to break things up between him and his wife, Georgina. After three years of marriage, he couldn't afford to lose her. Then three days later, their good-for-nothing son-in-law drove up their driveway in a luxury car. No one knew how got it and no one ever wondered, but when his mother-in-law saw him, her perception of him might have changed. "Please, don't leave my daughter!"

Human nature tends to get caught up in romance constantly, but how do you deal with that when you’re a man who might turn wolf? Jack and his work partner are embroiled in a supernatural mystery at the company where they work, but a woman, named Cassie, promises to divert their attention whenever possible. Simultaneously, while having to figure out who has been committing the murders in the building, Jack must deal with the overwhelming attraction he feels for the human. Surrounded by eyes on all sides, the wolf must deal with his passion and transformations, and must hide from everyone that one of the murders was committed by himself. Could love to overcome the barriers of a doomed soul?

Anna Moore summoned 10 hefty bodyguards to surround him."You're only a bastard that bore the legacy up until Simon Costa's death! Go on your knees before I break your bones!" ___Once heir to the prominent Costa family, Wayne lost his parents and became a live in son-in-law to the Moores, bullied and ridiculed by virtually everyone he came across.He disappeared for four years, and seemingly returned as a lowly mechanic.But. . . Things do not always seem as they appear.Glaring maliciously at his enemies, he swore. "I'll make them pay for murdering my parents. Yes! And right under their noses, a bastard would rule the empire!"