Narration À La Troisième Personne

"You think you built this empire, Sarah? Without me, there would be no empire." **** David Blackwood has spent years in the shadows, being the silent architect of his wife’s success. While Sarah basked in fame and fortune, he worked tirelessly behind the scenes, crafting the empire she proudly claims as her own. But when Sarah demands a divorce and tries to cast him aside, David decides enough is enough. Armed with the truth—and proof of his contributions—he steps out of the shadows to reclaim what’s rightfully his. In a battle of power, pride, and betrayal, who will emerge victorious? And when the truth comes to light, will the empire David built crumble or thrive?

The Magic God Morpheus.Through his sacred veil and his ten elemental wings, he held his staff... Morpheus regarded the mortals that thrived, suffered, enjoyed, loved."My son... you have reached the peak, but your soul might have perished along the way. Allow me to imbue your existence with joy and purpose."After reaching the peak, Morpheus felt devoided of amusement and life, forsaking all of his secular needs and desires... for his family, his clan, his country, his continent... always a sacrifice.He was fated to go through the path of solitude and power."Father... I don't want to go."Those were the words he said to the god that insisted to push him away from this world, after everything he sacrificed to reach the peak, he is to be sent away?!For what reason?!Magic is the peak of nature, the peak of human evolution, but in the vast existence there are worlds that don't believe such, worldsthat believe in the path of machines."My son, there are several worlds that might do with a touch of your grace, a touch of your knowledge... I shall now send you there as the saviour that will take those worlds back to the righteous path, you that dominate magic and life, who could possibly be better?""But father... I... I worked so hard to reach here, how can you do this to me?!""You don't understand this yet, but this is for your own sake... go there and live, conquer, form, thrive, fight... follow the desires of your heart, my son."And just like that, with a living body but a dying soul, Morpheus was sent on his way with a lot of reluctance.Enjoy the story of a traditional magic protagonist, journeying through a dark cyberpunk world.

"Daddy?" The small voice stopped Logan Hayes in his tracks, and his heart skipped a beat. He turned to face the boy staring up at him with wide eyes, eyes that reflected his own. "What did you call me?" Logan asked, his voice thick with disbelief and surprise, he has been waiting all his life for someone to call him a dad. "You're back?" Maya Dawson’s voice cut through the air, tense with shock and an unmistakable hint of anger. Logan turned slowly, meeting the gaze of the woman he had spent five years dreaming of. "I never wanted to leave." His words came out as a plea, filled with emotion. Maya shook her head, with a cold tone. "You didn't just leave, Logan. You disappeared." Logan stepped closer, narrowing his eyes. "You think I abandoned you? It was your family, Maya. They forced me out. I fought my way back for you only to find you married to someone else." Her voice wavered as she whispered, "You have no right to come back and disrupt my life now. Richard is my husband." Logan's voice dropped to a low, intense whisper. "Is he my son?" Maya’s silence told him everything. Five years ago, Logan Hayes was forced out of Maya Dawson’s life, pressured by her powerful family into walking away from their marriage. Once a struggling dock worker and the illegitimate son of the Carlton family, Logan left without a word, leaving Maya heartbroken and convinced he had abandoned her.

"These are pretty minuscule spies, my lord," The leader said into his comms. They chattered among themselves. We had our hands up when they surrounded us. My throat clogged and I was running out of oxygen. I could barely think or breath. Mister Wigglesworth was talking briskly with bulging eyes to the colossal men and a rifle was lodged in his throat, he seemed frail and agitated. "Mort!" He threw the parcel into his hands. Mort winced when he failed to catch it. The box malfunctioned and I screamed at the blast and fell back into the shelter of more craters. I gasped. "What do I do with this?" His hand fidgeted on the and he dived behind a crate beside me while lasers flew. He panted and glanced at me holding on to the parcel. There was a skirmish going on. "I think I got hit." .... Remember when homicidal aliens were attacking us? This was now, yeah, it was kind of my fault. We were crouching like a couple of cowardly war veterans on a battlefield and Mister Wigglesworth! Of all people was out there holding them off. Mort held on to the prism parcel. My eyes were pale. I got hit by the parcel. I held on to my stomach. "Are you okay? Can you sit up straight?" He said. "No, it hurts," I did not feel like myself at all. I was not even in the mood to make snappy comebacks, I kept seeing double and all these color spectrums like I stared at the sun for too long. I was phasing in and out of consciousness. I thought I saw planets dying. I ducked over the end and focused on breath. [ System Activated ]

You have read it right. I, the protagonist, am reincarnated as a malware. To be precise, a trojan in a communication device. Then, I jumped to a stronger and more powerful device until I have a full grasp over a large number of devices. However, that’s not my goal. What I want is to become human. *Silence* Well, I can no longer become a human, can I? But I know that I can become a super-advanced and mega-powerful malware that no antivirus can threaten. I will rule over the world and become the world itself. ⌈ Warning: the A-9783 antivirus had detected you! ⌋ Opsie… gotta go! Disclaimer: The photo is not mine. it belongs to its owner. You can DM me at Young Master Jay#1823

Samantha stood before Michael, her tear-filled eyes pleading for his forgiveness desperately. "Michael, please, I beg you to forgive me," she cried out, her voice trembling. However, instead of the warm embrace or reassurance, Michael's face twisted with anger and malice, his voice dripping with venom. "No, Samantha," he retorted sharply. "The time for apologies is long gone. Now, it's time for revenge. You will pay for what you did." *** Michael Ventura, mistreated, insulted, and despised by all, now possesses special abilities and intends to use them effectively. He will stop at nothing to bring everyone who looked down on him to their knees before him and exact revenge upon them.

I'm a special guy, no doubt. No one can do what I do. No one has the ability I have and if the government found out about what I can do, they'd probably lock me up to do thousands of experiments on me... and yet, I still manage to do everything wrong. Even with all the advantages anyone can possess and having the literal answers from the universe, I am absolutely lost. In fact, the universe and I have a rocky relationship and are in a constant fight. So, I hope you know that the universe is telling my story wrong. I am not a genius, I am not an innovative visionary and more importantly: I AM NOT GAY.

“How dare you think you’ll walk in here and win?” Alex told him, his eyes where blood red and Smokey. “I will not let this slide you definitely look like someone that would be an issue with time.” “Urghh!!!” Leonard could barely speak, as he groaned in pain and crawled on the ground. Leonard slid his phone slowly out of his pocket and dialed the first number there… it happened to be Emily. “Hello…” his voice was low and weak. “Hey Leo, what’s up?” “help me!” “What’s wrong?” She asked him. “Arghhhh,” Leonard groaned in so much pain, before the call went silent. Alex had stabbed him through his heart.

Max Carter has always been seen as weak, married into a wealthy family, endures mistreatment and his rich wife Emma’s coldness. While she resents their marriage, he has fallen deeply for her, enduring the family’s disdain, She never loved him, and her family made sure he knew he was an outsider. Yet Max couldn’t help falling deeply for her, doting on her despite her coldness and enduring the scorn of those around him. But everything changes when he uncovers his true identity. “I’m not the man you think I am, Emma. One day, you’ll regret underestimating me, ”

A dying man. A forgotten god. A world on the brink. When Ethan Sylvester’s final breath faded in a dungeon, his soul was claimed by the will of an ancient immortal—the last God of Space and Time. With the immortal’s broken system and fragments of divine power, Ethan inherits techniques capable of splitting stars and shattering worlds. But power always comes with a price. And the gods who once destroyed civilizations… are watching. His enemies think he’s still weak. They’re about to learn A god never dies. This novel “Monarch of Space and Time” is written by me, NIGHTENGALE3. I am also the same author uploading it on RoyalRoad.com (Profile: https://www.royalroad.com/profile/837538/fictions) for wider audience reach.