Père Célibataire

Junior Smith was regarded as the useless and poor son-in-law in the eyes of all, but then, everything changed, starting with his name "So, I can call you mother?" Junior asked Emily "Of course. You're my son" Emily said "And one more thing" she continued "Your name is actually Mansion Miller Junior" His father, Mansion Miller, was CEO of D'Miller brand, the country's top company

[Kill. Plunder. Evolve. Dominate.] ​Alex Vane was a nobody—just another delivery driver trying to survive the daily grind. That was until he woke up on Dead Man’s Isle, a secret testing ground for the sinister Sterling Genetics Corporation. ​Surrounded by cybernetic horrors and prehistoric beasts, Alex should have died within the hour. Instead, he awakened the System. ​Defeat Enemies: Loot their stats. ​Survive Trauma: Unlock hidden skills. ​Inject the Serum: Become the Juggernaut. ​From the blood-soaked jungles of Sector C to the neon-lit slums of Sector B, Alex clawed his way to the top, only to be betrayed and cast into the deepest hell: Sector Zero. ​But the Abyss didn't kill him. It forged him into something else. Something... unstoppable. ​Now, he returns to the surface with a Gravity Warhammer in his hand and an army of the damned at his back. The scientists wanted to create the ultimate weapon? They succeeded. ​And now, the weapon is coming for them. ​"System Status: JUGGERNAUT. Strength: ERROR."

"Pardon?" Keegan pinched the bridge of his nose. "We were supposed to do this subtly, Eva. You don't just drop this kind of news like a bombshell." Eva didn't look remorseful. "He needs to know the truth." "Truth? What are you talking about?" Travis asked. Realizing Eva's hand was still in his, he withdrew it. Keegan shifted his gaze to Travis. He sighed and took out his phone. He said as he typed. "This is the DNA test result we carried out with your sample." He handed him the phone. With a frown, Travis's eyes scanned the screen. His eyes widened. The results stated that their DNA samples matched. How could he be a child of the Novaks? *** Travis's life was pretty much ordinary and average until one fateful night took the life of his adoptive father. He woke up in a mansion and they told him his biological father was the head of the Novaks, one the most influential family in the country. But it isn't a dream come true. Is he ready for the dangerous game of wealth, betrayal and secrets that comes with this new heritage?

Losing someone you hold dear right before your eyes is a painful experience. The frustration of not having the strength to fight back nor the ability to take revenge. Those are the suffering Feng Shaotian have experienced at the death of his brother. But with the hope of reviving his dead brother, Feng Shaotian swore to do everything he can to gather all the materials needed. He honed his martial arts skill and managed the talent fruit to gain strength. Will Feng Shaotian be able to bring a miracle and revive his dead brother? Or live in regret for the rest of his life?

My wife ended our marriage with a smile and a disconnected oxygen tube. Her rich lover and my own family watched me die. They celebrated when it was over. I was the husband nobody wanted, sick, poor, and in the way. So they removed me. Permanently. But some graves are not as deep as they seem. And some silences are just the calm before the storm. I’m coming back. And this time, I won’t be begging for my life. I’ll be collecting theirs.

James struggled to sit up, his body throbbing with pain. How much more of this can I take? Everywhere I turn, it’s nothing but mockery and betrayal. For years, I’ve been nothing but a pawn in someone else’s game. His mind drifted to his sister in the hospital, clinging to life because he couldn’t afford better care. Maybe they’re right. Maybe I am worthless.

When the game becomes reality, can a champion survive? Marco Rossi was the War God—undefeated champion of Sky Game. Then the screen went black, and he woke up bleeding in a forest, trapped in the body of Derek, a despised half-orc left for dead. "You're trash, half-breed! Your kind shouldn't exist!" In a world where warriors are mocked as worthless cannon fodder, Marco makes an impossible choice: embrace the weakest class. When divine light marks him as the first warrior in a millennium to receive the War God's true blessing, everything changes. "Impossible," the knight captain whispers, watching his unbreakable armor shatter. "Nothing at Level 1 can—" But Marco knows something they don't. He remembers the real warrior techniques—the devastating combos, the forgotten skills that once made warriors supreme. "Warriors aren't weak," Marco says quietly, his training sword at the knight's throat. "They never were. You've just been fighting broken shadows of what we're supposed to be." Now he must prove the impossible: that the most mocked profession can become the most feared. The War God has returned. And he's only Level 1.

“Sign the papers, Yemin. You’re nothing but a lapdog living in my house,” Katherine sneered, flipping her perfect hair. “You should be thanking me for keeping you around this long. Even my maid is more useful than you.” Her new lover, James Franx, smirked. “Man, I almost feel bad for you. Almost. Must suck knowing your only talent is folding laundry and giving foot massages.” The whole room burst into laughter. Yemin just stood there, silent. They called him a loser. A househusband. A pathetic joke. But what they didn’t know? The man they mocked owned the very restaurant they were dining in. The billion-dollar contracts they bragged about? His name was on every single one. And when the truth dropped, their smiles vanished. "Throw them out," the CEO of Ravol Company ordered, his voice cold. Katherine's jaw dropped. "W-What? No, this has to be a mistake!" James turned pale. "Wait! You don't understand! He’s just a nobody!" Yemin chuckled, finally looking them in the eyes. "You’re right, James. I was a nobody. But tell me… what does that make the fool who was just begging at my feet?"

"You're so useless. Good for nothing husband" After ten years of loyal service, Salvador finally gathers the courage to ask for a raise—only to be humiliated, underpaid, and fired instead. Returning home with shattered pride, he faces an even colder reception from his in-laws and a wife who no longer sees his worth. Stripped of his dignity and desperate for a way out, Salvador must decide: will he keep enduring, or finally rise and reclaim the respect he deserves?

🏆Best Face Slapping Novel In ["Leap To The Top"] contest. [Silver] "Slap!" "Leave my house Oliver! I need a divorce." Oliver left the house with tears in his eyes after his wife had said, on his way a phone call from overseas came in. "Youngmaster Storm, you're the son of the most powerful business woman in the world and the heir of trillion dollar assets." With 50 billion, the once useless son-in-law becomes the Incredible son-in-law.