Oi You There Elden Ring

“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!

"I bind you evil demon away from this Demon Kingdom and you will die immediately you set out of this Kingdom" One of the chief Demon cursed him.... "Noooooo" I will be back to take revenge and take over the kingdom fully"Aatrox shouted before vanishing and his Demon and Human died immediately he passed through the portal ***In the human world*** "Aatrox,get away from me" Keda shouted "Your body is mine, Don't you get it"Aatrox replied angrily in her head " I won't let you use me"Keda shouted back before blacking out A/N: THIS IS A FICTION NOVEL HOW CAN DEMONS HAVE ACCESS TO A CATHOLIC SCHOOL? MYSTERY RIGHT? WELL THE SCHOOL WAS CREATED BY AN ANCIENT DEMON, LIKE SERIOUSLY HOW CAN A DEMON CREATE A CATHOLIC SCHOOL,THAT IS MYSTERY EVERYTHING ABOUT IT IS MYSTERY. THE SCHOOL HAS TWO FORBIDDEN AREA.

In his final moments, he was given a chance to be back in the past by sacrificing his system. Clark promised himself that he would not let fate decide his future. … “Hey stop right there! Who are you? If you don’t have an appointment then you may leave” “Tell your master that I want to meet him” “Wait, Mister, Who are you?” “I am… Clark Montediore” His eyes glowed in the radiance of an amber. The mark of the Montediore. And that is how the missing child of Montediore came back. For his parents? For the love that he had for his family? For power? Of perhaps status? No, it is for something much more important than that.

City. An oasis in the middle of a vast wasteland. Luxury, intelligence and high technology. Blood, poverty and vice. Can you be yourself, detective? Especially if you, detective, start digging through the dunghill and pulling out foul-smelling cases one by one. Especially - if your candidacy will be considered by those whom you do not want to notice with all your desire. Those who stand outside the vertical of power and violence.

Once upon a time, I was as stupid as a dog. Wherever she went, I followed her, like a piece of chewing gum that could not be shaken off. I would eat shit and agree with her words. Everyone called me a "fool" and said that this was how my life would be, and how I would end. But when I finally woke up—— ...... "You said you were my wife but I do not deserve to be your husband? Oh, but look at your face! It's ugly to fit with mine even in a mere picture!" "Didn't you say you'd rather die than let me touch you? Now you're begging me, crying, wanting a son from me who looks like me—shouldn't you be dying instead?!" "Why is everyone saying I have been bullying? Sit back and watch, it's just the beginning." * * When the abandoned fool finally regained his memory, the whole world realized that they had offended the wrong person—they had to come begging for forgiveness. WHAT TO EXPECT: [o] In a nutshell, this is a Romance meets Indomitable Husband and The Heir... with a dash of Face slapping. [o] Progression Urban Story. No instantly showoff your wealth MC. [o] Much violence and romance elements. [o] Clever schemes, well detailed action, and in-depth character development and drama. [o] No system or magic

"Oh my God! When last did you have a shower?! You reek!" He yelled pinching his nose to block out the smell. **** "Just go and die in a ditch or something!" **** "Exactly! Crawl back to whatever hole you came from!" **** "Of course not. I definitely don't know a dirty, poor delivery boy who slaves his ass off only to be paid little to nothing." **** "Oh! You idiot! You were meant to take it on the counter! Do I need to teach you everything like a child?!" **** He just wanted this world to end right here and right now. Enough was enough! When was he ever going to enjoy his life?! When?! He was miserable. He just wanted to die right now. Everyone hated Arthur Duderte, including the woman whom he thought loved him. Everyone turned their backs against him, until mother luck shone on him and he received news that he was the heir of the Duderte Empire... One of the biggest empires in the City. Now, he had the power to get revenge on those who had ridiculed him in the past.

"I'll rise above this, and you'll face the consequences of your actions," he declared, a silent promise to himself amidst the noisy laughter. “Now, you see that she was only using you all these time,” Jack said, and Sydney smiled slyly. Sydney's cold words cut through the air, echoing her heartless confession. "That's so true, I only used you to solve my Math problems. I would never want to kiss a guy drowning in unending poverty. This is not a fairy tale, where a princess gets to kiss a frog," Sydney declared, glancing down at the hole on the top of Micheal's shoe.

“So why are you so happy about twenty dollars?” Justin quickly brightened again. “Because now I have thirty-five dollars in total!” he said. “Okay…” Britney replied. Justin continued eagerly. “Remember how you kept talking about Delico Restaurant at school? You always said you wanted to taste their food.” There was another pause. “Yes… I remember,” Britney said slowly. Justin smiled. “So I was thinking… maybe tonight we could go there together.” “What about that?” she asked. Justin laughed softly. “I mean we could finally try it. Just the two of us.” But Britney suddenly interrupted him. “Justin,” she said politely, though her tone carried a hint of irritation.  “Do you really expect us to get dressed up and go to Delico Restaurant just to buy one plate of food and share it?” Justin blinked in confusion.

As they entered the grand foyer, Sonia felt overwhelmed by the opulence surrounding her. Crystal chandeliers hung from high ceilings, and priceless artwork adorned the walls. It was a far cry from the life she had known. Once they were alone in one of the spacious rooms, Tyler turned to Sonia. With gentle hands, he reached for her veil. "May I?" he asked softly. Sonia hesitated, her heart racing. After a moment, she nodded, closing her eyes as the veil fell away. "You're beautiful, Sonia," Tyler said, his voice filled with sincerity. Sonia's eyes flew open in surprise. "How can you say that? My face... it's..." "a part of who you are?," Tyler finished the sentence for her. "And you are beautiful." He paused, his expression growing serious. "Now, we need to take care of those injuries from earlier." "What do you mean?" Sonia asked....

Identity is all in a global city that never sleeps, never forgets. Your name is what makes the difference on who you can access or the value you have and what awaits you. However, there is a man who is not connected to the system. No records. No history. No name. He grew up in the shadows of an ultra-controllable metropolis, managing to survive on his instincts, intellect, and secrets he does not even comprehend completely. Once a perfect machine of the city starts to fail, due to his inexplicable presence, strong institutions begin to pursue him not to kill him but to define him. As he continues digging he finds out buried a fact that the system was not meant to safeguard people. It was designed to erase them. And he might be the only fault it is impotent to amend. Stuck between underworld connections, high-end enforcers, and an enigma that surrounds his creation, he has to choose whether to vanish forever... or to shred the illusion of the city. Since the system will never name you again, you are either nothing or you're dangerous.