Please Give Me The Pacifier

Transmigrated unknowingly, I found myself to be blessed by the goddess of luck, But Too bad. The luck didn’t last long... Shackled to the duties of a hero that is destined to be die in battle and.. Who gets his everything stolen by the ‘protagonist’ of the story… Is this my punishment, for asking the author to.. “ Please pity the Heroes!” As my blood boiled in anger, I decided. No matter the plot, no matter the reason If I live to see the next day, I will give the author such a gruesome death, even The Lord of Hell will shrivel up in fright. But first, I have to kill the Protagonist…

Blake glanced at everyone in the room. Despite how they just treated him, he went down on his knees to beg them, throwing the shame and the hurtful feeling he was having at that moment through the window. “Please help me, my sister is dying. Even if you don't pay me for being a substitute husband on the wedding day like you promised, I will pay back every single penny” he pleaded. Maria kicked him hard on his stomach, making him stumble on the ground. “Were you assuming that I would give you a ten million you didn't work for? Are you stupid or pretending to be stupid?” she fired. Maria used Blake to save her face that day, a year ago. He was just the perfect person she needed, he was a cleaner, and it also felt like he needed money. Promising him money was the only thing that got him married to her. He is just a wretched pauper, she would never give her money to someone like Blake. “How do you intend to pay back if we lend you the money? From your part-time jobs?” she taunted. “Is leeching off us not enough? Now, you want more?” Mrs Jones added, bursting into a cynical laughter. “What have you done for us? You couldn't afford your tuition fees and dropped out because of that, what should I expect from someone of your caliber?” At that moment, Blake knew that they would not help him no matter what. Standing up with a shallow sigh, he peeked at them and shook his head. What was he thinking? **** Just when he thought life has ended, Blake found out that he was the owner of a company worth trillions of dollars. Will he seek revenge or hide his identity from his In-Laws?

'Waah......waaah' My baby was crying tremendously and here I was thinking what was happening there. "It's ok child .Everything is going to be alright, The bitter seeds that I have sowed .I would not let you cut them in my instead ,that's my promise to you" Suddenly the horse slipped and I fell to the ground with my child intact. I mumble to myself "Is this what we call karma but still I must protect you .I Immediately left the horse and tearing the magic scroll .I whispered 'The Catholic Temple' "Bring that child to me," said Patricia, the Highest priest in rank. As he holds my child with care in both hands a question arises in his mind "What name do you like to give him? He is your son. It's wise if you give him a name." . I took a last glimpse afterwards,I turned my back against him before murmuring with an uneven heart."I always desire to call him Ryaniar ." I have been running Goddess. I have been running a lot from my destiny till my sister to the handmaiden. Everybody has been sacrificed against my bad fortune .It even did not let the white witch unstained. So how come I dared to fantasise a future that's very bricks was served by uncountable baits. If you are reading this letter then . At least I can entrust his safety to you. Please save my child in this life. Your deceased Isabella Facebook: https://m.facebook.com/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/mint_malimilkain10001/

“Hello, daddy? Are you my daddy? Please come and save me! I hate it in here!” The great overlord, Andrew Carter, is thought to be a nobody by his inlaws, but now he has returned to rage vengeance on everyone who has wronged him in the past years.

“Don’t make a scene, Marcus.” Quinn’s eyes, always so cold, flicked over him as if he were an unwanted stain. “A Saintess can’t be sullied by a man like you. Keep your distance.” For three years, Marcus Steel was a ghost in his own marriage. His wife, worshipped for her holy power, never let him near—not even a touch, not a night together. Yet every gathering, she let Alexander—her so-called ‘brother,’ his former best friend—rest his head in her lap, her hand stroking his hair, their laughter intimate and careless for the world to see. “Does it ever bother you?” Marcus whispered one night, desperation thick in his voice. “That you give him what you never gave me?” Sophia only smiled, distant as ever. “Alexander needs me. You… you’re just my duty.” When the earthquake shattered the banquet hall, Marcus reached for her through the falling debris. “Quinn! Please! Just take my hand—help me!” But her golden barrier was already around Alexander. She didn’t even look at Marcus as he screamed, “I’m your husband! Don’t leave me—” “I can’t save everyone,” she said, voice like ice. “Alex is injured. I promised to protect him.” As rubble crushed his body and hope faded, something ancient awoke in Marcus. Flames danced in his blood, power surging from the pain, the betrayal. From the ashes of humiliation and heartbreak, a dragon roared to life. Marcus Steel is dead. The Dragon King rises—and the Saintess will beg for mercy she never showed.

"If you've any conscience left in you, you'll understand that you deserve this." The prison doors closed behind him with those final words. Ethan Carvendish was the true heir of the Carvendish family, yet his existence was treated as nothing more than a stain that needed to be erased. "You're nothing but a criminal!" His father discarded him without hesitation. "I regret giving birth to you. I wish Charlie was my biological son!" His mother chose an adopted son over her own flesh and blood. "Charlie is my only brother, not a disgusting parasite like you." His sister looked at him with nothing but disgust. "It's just three years in prison. Charlie is delicate, unlike you." The woman he loved stood beside his adopted brother, forged evidence, framed him, and watched silently as he was condemned for a crime he never committed. For three years, he rotted in prison for someone's crime, while they celebrated his fall. The prison did not break him, it awakened him. Now Ethan has returned, not as the discarded heir… But as the Shadow Tyrant. A name whispered in fear. A power no one can control. A ruler the elite world cannot defy. "Son… We were wrong." The parents who abandoned him now kneel before him. "Ethan, sister regrets everything… please come back…" The sister who once saw him as nothing but a disgrace now begging for his attention. "Ethan… please give me another chance…" The woman who once sent him to prison crawls to his feet. But the Ethan Carvendish they betrayed died behind those prison walls, the one who returned is coldhearted. As the world trembles before the Shadow Tyrant, only one question remains. Will Ethan Carvendish reclaim everything that was stolen from him… or will shadow tyrant destroy them all without mercy?

Ten years of blood, sweat, and iron—Aaron Holmes climbed from the abyss to become Lord Holmes, the youngest and most revered supreme commander in the nation's history. Standing before a million elite troops at his grand investiture ceremony, he is offered supreme glory. But a single, static-filled phone call shatters his world: "Daddy, please save me... they locked me in the dark."

He, who surpassed all the ancient Emperors. He, who once held as a supreme being of The immortal Realm. Perished in the middle of nowhere, His Path to God's domain was blocked by The mysterious light not belonging to the Decem-Milia realm or The immortal realm. That mysterious light was not law, intent, or a principle, it was an unnatural force never seen before. After he died in the middle of nowhere, he woke up inside a hospital, on a planet where he used to live before his reincarnation. ------------------------*-----------*--------------------------------- [ ___________________________________________ This art doesn't belong to me, if the owner has any issues please contact me, I will remove it asap. ==================================

After being massacred vigorously in his past life, now floating into nothingness, in an abyss where darkness reigns, he opens his eyes, and saw a small speck of light, perhaps... another chance? --- "What would you like me call you?" the orb of light spoke, in a gentle and humble voice. "Ken, please call me by my name, Ken." the man in white said, looking enticed at the orb of light, further drawing him in it's alluring glow. "Understood, and what would be your wish Ken?" the orb of light asked. "To be a third party." Ken smiled. 'To be a slow Transmigrator.' he added in his thought.

Wizart, a severely mentally insane man, was detained in a hospital for treatment. The restless brain likes games, making everyone feel anxious to take care of him, not to mention if he invites you to play with him. But, despite his pain, he also experienced bad luck, especially with his children. Wizart believes that the children are still alive now but unfortunately, the children who have been waiting for all this time have died. Benson as a friend tried his best to make Wizart give up on finding his children. "Wizart.. please don't be like this. Your children are gone, Wizart. You have passed away. Don't you feel sad when you imagine your children's spirits are not at peace seeing your father like this? Wizart, please wake up. .” - Benson "What are you talking about? My son didn't die! You don't know anything. I just saw my son running around earlier. Ish!" - Wizard However, Benson will not remain silent after seeing Wizart treated until such a change occurs in him. He was determined to find out who caused Wizart to experience the horror. And Wizart had the opportunity to recall his old story. "It's all over, crazy Wizart." - Nick How brutal will Wizart be? Will Wizart recover or vice versa? Is Wizart really crazy or just being dramatic?