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Wes Calloway is twenty-three, a high school dropout working three jobs in Miami to keep his dying mother alive and give his autistic younger brother, Sawyer, a real shot at care. Then he finds a crack in the world: a decimal-rounding flaw buried in a cryptocurrency exchange's settlement code, invisible to everyone but him. He starts skimming fractions of a cent, untraceable, and pours the money into his family's survival. He is not the only one watching the exploit. An anonymous handler known only as the Watcher warns him the traffic has drawn attention from Marea Holdings, a laundering front tied to a cartel with roots deeper than Wes understands, and from executives inside VaultChain, the exchange itself, who built the backdoor on purpose and have been quietly draining it for years. When Wes refuses to sell his silence, Marea's enforcer, Rourke, kidnaps Sawyer to force his hand. Wes stops hiding. Working with the Watcher, a former VaultChain security engineer with her own decade-old grudge against the company, he uncovers a truth that reframes everything he thought he knew about his life: his father did not die in an accident. He was murdered a decade ago for finding the same fraud Wes just found on his own. Racing against a countdown to get his brother back alive, Wes turns the exploit into a weapon: freezing Marea's accounts mid-transaction, exposing VaultChain's executives live to federal investigators and the press, and forcing a shadow war fought entirely in code, algorithms, and money. When the smoke clears, Wes is not a ghost anymore. He is the man who broke a cartel and a corporation with nothing but a laptop and a reason to fight, and Miami will never forget his name.

I've never wanted this life for myself—this life filled with perils and evil. It's like a dream I can never escape from—a dream which I'm forever stuck in. Heh, no one ever wanted this life or ever wished for it. You'd be either insane or extremely evil to wish for this kind of life—the life where you don't have a choice over anything—the life where you're bound by your deepest desires. I never wanted to enter into the supernatural world. I never wanted to come across the Crimsones[1], Lycanthropes[2], demons and the rest. I never wanted to be involved in anything pertaining to the dark and supernatural world. I had always yearned for freedom and not servitude. But of course I was wrong all along. I had been delusional, thinking I'd be able to escape it all—to escape from fate. I never knew I would be pulled into this mess, becoming one of those dark creatures which roam about in the ungodly night. I never wanted to be a merciless predator who was also a prey to another predator (what a food chain!). But all is good. No matter what I shall not alli myself to degenerate into a heartless monster who only knew how to tear flesh, spill blood and break bones. I cannot allow my desires to pull me down. I cannot be corrupted by the abyss! My name is Daniel Stark and what I'm about to tell you is a real life horror. I don't know what you call horror or romance or fa Intasy but this story I'm about to tell you, you need to listen attentively and not miss a bit of information. This is my story—one beginning with pain.

Flora is an introvert girl who has just lost her sister for a week. Feeling that something was wrong. She looked for the truth. Until one by one the signs emerge revealing the tragedy behind her sister's tragic accident. Apart form knowing that her sister had killed her, it truns out that someone had made Flora realize that Lorenza and Jonathan were her not real parents. The old man, whom Flora had always thought was good, turned out to be the mastermind behind her sister's murder plan. That someone is the Luna Fairy, she tells that Flora's life is also in danger if she stays in the same house with Lorenza and Jonathan who have evil powers. Until one day, the Luna Fairy brought Flora's spirit to travel to meet her parents who were said to live in the sky kingdom. There, Flora knew that she was a princess from the Kingdom of the Light Nation, whose name is Princess Anastasya. She met her mother, Queen Castalia who often come to her dreams. But did not meet her father because he had been imprisoned for twenty years in the Kingdom of the Fire Nation ruled by the abominable King Lagarde. King Lagarde was an enemy of Flora's parents who had exiled Flora and her sister to earth twenty years ago. He was also the one who had made Flora lost her memory and believe the Lorenza and Jonathan were her parents, even tought they were King Lagarde's accomplices who were both-devil hearted. There, Queen Castalia assigned Flora the task of freeing her father, King Valderman. Because only Flora could to that. But it's definitely not easy, because Flora must restore long-lost strength to get throught the eight realms of many obstacies.

Never Underestimate The Good Husband Victor Hayes thought losing his business was the worst thing that could happen to him. Then he lost his wife. After his once successful company collapses, Victor is forced into financial hardship, working multiple jobs just to survive. Instead of standing beside him, his wife, Tasha Vron, grows bitter and resentful, eventually leaving him when he can no longer provide the life she wants. Heartbroken, Victor finally signs the divorce papers as Chiara Hill makes him an offer that could change everything. She needs a husband to silence her overbearing parents. He needs the money to rebuild his business. Their solution? A one-year marriage. But Victor has one condition: if they’re going to pretend to be husband and wife, they have to live like one. Same home. Same bedroom. Same bed. And whatever happens between them is fair game. What begins as a cold arrangement soon becomes dangerously intimate. Their stolen kisses last too long. Their touches linger and the chemistry between them becomes impossible to dismiss or control. But just as Victor’s business begins rising again, he discovers a devastating truth. His first company’s downfall wasn’t an accident. Tasha Vron was behind it. Now Victor must confront the woman who destroyed everything he once built while trying to protect the one thing he never expected to find, a genuine love with Chiara. But their marriage has always had an expiration date. And just when they finally begin believing their love is real, a buried secret from Chiara’s past threatens to tear their carefully rebuilt lives apart. Because the hardest part was never becoming a good husband. It was finding the right woman to become one for.

Grant Calloway is twenty-two, unremarkable, and about to lose everything: his family's failing logistics company, buried under a mob-engineered debt of two hundred and forty thousand dollars. What nobody knows is that the man waking up in his soft, unscarred body is the reincarnated Crimson Warlord, a conqueror of a hundred and eight kingdoms, betrayed and killed by his own son. He has no army now. No blade, no title, no power. Only a warehouse worker's hands, a father who can't stop shaking, and a lifetime of knowing exactly how the desperate get destroyed. When mob enforcer Ronnie Kessler shows up to collect, Grant refuses to fold. He exposes the debt as a setup, recruits laid-off dock workers into a loyal crew, turns a corrupt cop, and flips Kessler himself into a double agent, absorbing every weapon Marchetti sends against him. Each victory peels back another layer, until Grant discovers Marchetti was never the real threat: Vivian Cross, a councilwoman on the verge of becoming mayor, has spent six years quietly bankrupting Ironport's family businesses to seize the waterfront, using Marchetti as her expendable front. Cross doesn't fear Grant. She's curious about him, and invites him into her world to find out what he really is, setting a three-week countdown to her waterfront gala, where every layer of her operation will finally be in one room. As Grant builds an empire from nothing, family loyalty collides with the ruthlessness his past life demands, forcing him to decide how much of the Warlord he's willing to become to save the people he loves. When the gala arrives, alliances fracture, a devastating betrayal reshapes everything, and Grant finally stands before Cross to answer her only question: who does he think he is.

"Ma, Samson promises. Samson is going to repent; I won’t be a thug anymore. I'm going to find a real, honest job. So please, Ma, don't come back to haunt me, okay?" Samson knelt, tears streaming down his face, though his expression still looked like someone ready to pick a fight with the Angel of Death. Bejo held out an umbrella. "Boss, it’s almost sunset. We need to go collect the 'protection money' from the cafe owner," he said. "Hey, Bejo! I just promised Ma that I’ve repented. You little devil! Do you want my mother to rise from her grave because of what you just said, huh?!" Samson stood up. His towering height, nearly two meters, made Bejo instinctively jump back three steps. "But Boss, our stomachs aren't exactly followers of the repentance movement," Bejo squeaked, trembling. Samson wiped his fierce face. "From this second on, call me Samson the Protector. I’m going to find honest work. Anything! As long as I'm not shaking people down anymore." A wealthy woman looked Samson up and down, scrutinizing him. "Your body is quite large. It just so happens I need a new guard dog. I just fired the old one because he was afraid of cockroaches." Samson was ready to explode. "Hey, lady! You think I—" "Fifty million a month. Meals are provided, and you get an Italian suit for a uniform. Interested?" the woman interrupted, handing him a gold-plated business card. Samson fell silent. He then whispered under his breath, "Ma, this is honest work, right? Just being a guard dog for a billionaire."

"My granddaughter will divorce Noah immediately, and we'll begin the preparations for her engagement with James Clifton. That's my final decision!” The matriarch declared, turning her gaze towards Noah, whom she considered less worthy than roadkill. “Or, you can just take the blame in place of Henry.” Voices rose in her support, urging Noah to accept his fate and go to jail for a crime he never committed. “Do you think a gutter rat like you compares with our precious Henry?” “You’re nothing but a worthless villager who got lucky by chance, but my daughter doesn't have to be tied to a fucking freeloader forever!” “Why Eliana ever agreed to marry you, I’ll never understand! I guess my lovely daughter has a heart of gold, but I won't let you take advantage of her!” Their eyes were cold and judgmental towards Noah, who was still an outsider after three years. “Just because you're allowed to live here, don't start thinking that you own the bloody palace! You’re nothing but a stain on this family’s name.” ***** Noah Kingsley– the heir to Edencrest Estate! He doesn't even need to walk amongst the mortals, for his lineage is one of Kings Yet, he lives a double life as Noah Turner, the downtrodden son-in-law of the Frost Family… all to repay a debt of his life saved by the girl, long long ago. Until one day… the Frosts force him to divorce his loving wife and take the blame for her cousin's heinous crime. Noah is ready to show the world his real power, but will his wife accept his new identity? What lies ahead for him at the family he was kicked out from, at the tender age of five? Will he ever be able to claim his place?

I narrowed my eyes at him and caught glimpse of a guy, standing in a corner and what’s weird is that he wasn’t dancing. He seemed different and odd for all this. He’s looking in my direction, very still and I can see him intermittently. The hat makes it harder to discern. Except for the creepy, fiendish smile, raising the edges of his mouth real slowly. I squinted my eyes at him. He tugged his hat from the right, an expression of a muted Hi! I nodded reflexively and opened my mouth to call Frank, who was busy with stuffing ice cubes in two glasses of beer. “Hey!” I called with my hurting head. “What?” he asked the glasses. “Who’s that? Someone new?” I pointed at him. Frank gave up the stuffing and looked in his direction. “Haven’t seen him before” he said with confusion. . . . Elijah Heath, an eighteen year old teenager was stalked by someone. Read to know who was he? And what made him behave this strangely. Does someone REALLY follows her? Or she's hallucinating like others say? . . . "Is someone there?", I moped around the dim-litted living room. "Guess it's just me. I'm making excuses to cease. No, Elijah! You have to finish this up!". As I ascended three steps, I realized a change in the air pressure around me, an odd creak and a clear presence of heat_ behind me. My breath abated. Just as I plucked the nerve to turn, my ankle was grasped and I slided down as some hand pulled me. My knees rubbed along the hard steps. **Caution**: Contains extremely disturbing content. Read only if you can stand murder and blood descriptions else you might feel nauseous.

For eight years, Adrian was invisible on purpose. He was the husband nobody introduced at parties. The man Brenna hid from every important room, every powerful table, every conversation that mattered. He cooked the meals. He raised their daughter alone in every way that counted. He absorbed the insults, the mockery, the quiet humiliation of being called useless in his own home — and he never said a word to defend himself. That was never weakness. That was patience. Then, on the one night Brenna finally pushed too far — smashing plates, screaming that he and his daughter were nothing but dead weight dragging her down — Adrian didn't beg. He simply signed the divorce papers, asked for nothing but his little girl, and made one phone call he hadn't made in years. By morning, hundred luxury cars line the street outside his door. Grown men who run empires drop to their knees in front of him, calling him "master." A family more powerful than anyone Brenna has ever met has been waiting years — just for him to come home. Now the same people who mocked Adrian at galas and hotel lobbies are about to watch their world collapse in real time: contracts cancelled, reputations shattered, careers ended, all in the space of one single day. He doesn't have to raise his voice. He doesn't have to lift a hand. He simply has to exist in the room, and everyone who ever underestimated him will do the rest. Adrian was never the broke, forgotten husband they laughed about behind his back. He was the man an entire city had been quietly waiting to bow to — and he's done staying quiet. They spent eight years underestimating a king. Now it's his turn to remind them exactly who he is.

The night New York’s skyline burned with storm light, ex soldier Dickson Ford returned from the dead. Once a covert protection operative betrayed on a mission that erased his unit, he now hides behind a new name, hired to guard the woman who unknowingly sits at the center of the same conspiracy that destroyed him. Celeste Vonn, ruthless young CEO of Vonn Enterprises, rules her corporate empire with ice-cold precision. Her father’s mysterious death left her empire on the edge of collapse and enemies within her own boardroom. When Dickson walks in as her new security advisor, their first meeting detonates like a collision of flint and steel sharp , words, colder stares, unspoken recognition of danger in each other. An unseen network strikes crashing systems, sabotaging assets, turning her own company against her, Celeste makes an impossible move, she binds herself to Dickson in a public alliance that looks like marriage but is really war strategy. What begins as a business contract soon turns into a labyrinth of trust, betrayal, and forbidden emotion. Together they uncover a plot that links her father’s research to Dickson’s lost comrades: a rogue AI program called PROJECT ECHO, designed to weaponize human consciousness. Every step deeper reveals that Celeste’s father didn’t just build the system he used people as its living core. The enemy isn’t just outside the walls it’s inside the network, inside the people. The closer they come to the truth, the more their alliance fractures under secrets. Dickson’s real identity as a ghost of the past could destroy her trust forever and when ECHO awakens fully, it forces him to choose between two impossible missions protect the woman he’s come to love, or finish the war that made him a ghost.