Sad Eyes On My Block

Shall we see the world from the eyes of the big bad villain? Sweet words are whispered to them and being pulled by unknown force. The whisperer creeps into the night bring discord and mayhem as it stirs up emotions of every kind. The world will never by the same as we move on its chessboard like pawns to a greater means to an end. Behind their mask could it be a real villain or a demon? Though you can't resist its amazing offers and cheats

Immortal Emperor Dao was tricked into believing that capturing the wheel of time and space would fulfil his longtime wish of having children and a Dao companion of his own, but he ended up losing his original body, and his soul travelling through space into Earth possessing Old Ye who has eleven grandchildren. "Grandpa, I lost my job because my Boss instructed me to tell you to sell the Old Ye property" "Is your boss tired of living? Don't work for him, a Boss like that isn't even worthy to be the shoe carrier of Emperor Dao's grandson" "Grandpa, My husband's family want me to divorce my husband because I couldn't give birth to a child" "Is just giving birth to a child, I will give you a pill that you will give birth to triplet, are they worthy to be in-laws of Emperor Dao? They should be burning incense to their ancestors for getting such an undeserving opportunity" Heaven above and Earth below, who can make prideful Emperor Dao lower his head?

"Congratulations, my Heir," a mysterious figure declared, "you have proven your worth, and you're now the Heir to the God of Healing and Medicine, Elandor!" Suddenly, I found myself in excruciating pain, hanging on the edge of a hill. The figure's words barely registered, and I felt like I was forgetting something crucial. Before I could make sense of it all, I blinked, and the pain was gone. My wounds had vanished, replaced by a newfound strength. There, around my neck, hung a gemstone amulet. I gasped as the amulet shone, flooding my mind with knowledge. "In the realm of healing, I'm the ultimate arbiter of life and death. As Elandor's heir, I command over ailments and the frailty of life. I am the embodiment of healing's power and authority." As memories flooded back, I realized why I was here. Darius Blackthorn, that treacherous scoundrel, had thrown me down this hill. "I won't let you get away with this. I'll have my revenge for all the pain you caused me. I'll show those Rossi family snobs who mocked me for being poor and treated me like a live-in servant. You'll regret ever looking down on me. I'm a god's heir, and you will pay for every bit of suffering you put me through." Fueled by rage, I stood there, determined to make them all pay.

“You went to prison for me, Marcus... and I still chose him. What does that make you now?” “A God,” he replied, eyes glowing with divine fury. “One you’ll live to regret betraying.” After three years in a prison he could have shattered with a single thought, Marcus Kane—known once in legend as the God of War—returns to a broken world. His family, ruined. His mother, blind. His honor, mocked by the woman he sacrificed everything for. But behind his calm eyes now burns celestial fire. While mortals whisper rumors of his past, Marcus walks among them with godlike power cloaked in human skin. When thugs threaten his mother, they kneel. When doctors fail, he heals with ancient arts. When traitors laugh at his downfall—he answers with divine retribution. “You dare call me a beggar?” “You’re lucky I don’t call down heaven itself.” From luxury mansions to blood-soaked banquets, Marcus reclaims his destiny. As he crosses paths with powerful CEOs, martial masters, and an infuriatingly stubborn heiress named Valentina Romano, one thing becomes clear— They mocked the man. They will worship the god.

"My sister is dying and you are saying that you can't give my own money because you spend it on partying. You are not human but a bloodsucker vampire." Edward couldn't control his anger and yelled at his mother-in-law. "How dare you to talk to me like this? This is called the difference between a poor and a rich man who spoke like this to his mother-in-law." She didn't think once and slapped him in front of everyone. Edward gulped the insults and mocking till now but today he would do anything to save his sister. "If you want to save your sister then divorce my daughter. I will surely return the money!" She smirked as if has hit the jackpot today. "I agree to divorce, Roselyn."

Lu Zhen is the young master of Lu branch family. He is crippled in a fight against Jin Ha and his Dao Heart is broken. This leads to his cultivation stagnating and after painstakingly cultivating for three years without improvement he commits suicide in a forest. An opportunity than represents itself. The blood essence of a powerful beast, the Supreme White Lion, fuses with his body and the soul of this beast accepts Lu Zhen. It is now Lu Zhen and Lu Zhen is it. "This time, I'll get my revenge, I'll trample all of you beneath my feet and as for the Heavens. I'll stand above them, everything and everyone will bow beneath my feets. I SHALL BECOME...THE BEAST EMPEROR! "

Betrayed by his girlfriend, Ella and bullied by Jack Junior, the richest student on campus, Ethan became a mirror of himself in a society where money ruled the world. When he became a victim of an accident, he woke up to the most famous and powerful billionaire in New York calling him, My son! My heir! and soon Ella realized the gold mine she had lost.

Introvert!? Me!? The hell am I an introvert? I stay indoors all day because I am afraid of getting my butt kicked. Until I contract my beast, I won’t be walking freely. This is a promise I made to myself. My name is Ryder, and I am black-marked. The planet where I live is dominated by summoners. If you guessed it, then you are right—we contract beasts from the Astral Shadow Plain and summon them at will after successfully forming a contract. A mark appears on the left shoulder of every human after a period of maturity, a mark given by the beast that chooses you. There are five different types of marks—the brown, the orange, the red, the black, and lastly, the white. Of all the markings, I was marked black. I was chosen by a supreme demon monarch of the Astral Shadow Plain—the Dracogon. There was only a 0.5 percent chance for me to survive the contraction process. However, with a slight twist in the original outcome, contracting a creature from the black-marked plain was nothing compared to the catastrophe I caused shortly after—I opened a link between the beasts of the Astral Shadow Plain and the planet of humans, Terra. Everyone on my planet has been endangered because of me. The fact that no one knows when the link will trigger and cause a breach that pours mindless creatures into my world makes it all the more unsettling. Now, with no other choice, I have to find a way to resolve the mistake I made—alone, just like I caused it.

Silence. Like a nice bucket of shhhhhhhhh. Everyone shut the effing fudge UP! That's all I've ever wanted. *Sigh.* But silence comes in different flavors. There's mint - the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a blanket. The kind I chase at 2 AM. I've cried once. Just once. With a bucket beside me, watching heroes with super suits and impossible strength tear each other apart. Somehow that feels less broken than my reality. Then there's the suffocating silence at school. Not an ice cream flavor. This one tastes like metal and shame. High school is my personal hell. Empty wallet, empty lunch tray, empty seat beside me like I'm radioactive. Empty soul on Wednesdays because middles are always the worst. *The usual.* But Emily made the silence bearable. Mint-flavored again. Until she broke something between us. *Snap.* One moment she's whispering secrets with me, the next she's weaponizing them. She scattered my private thoughts, added her own twisted lies. The betrayal burns hotter than the stares drilling into my back. I went from invisible to spectacle. Being a ghost feels like luxury when you're dodging spit balls and "accidental" lunch trays. But somewhere between my third panic attack and contemplating switching schools... *Something shifted.* Like in those games you play, when your character suddenly glows and the screen flashes: "New Skill Unlocked" And it wasn't just in my head. I tested it. Small things at first – a pencil moving across my desk when I focused hard enough. Then books. Then someone's lunch tray right as they walked past Emily. *tap tap tap* I used to think rock bottom was the end. *Well ladies and gentlemen,* it's just a really messed up spawn point. And now? I don't stumble from cliffs anymore. I swim in gravity, and dive head first.

They call me Julian Mercer and I keep my head down because I learned the hard way that a name can be a target. I answered an ad for a rental and signed a paper I promised myself I’d never sign: a marriage contract. The job was simple — be the son-in-law for thirty days, take the money, be gone. The family needs a “son” to secure a heritage grant and I need the cash to buy a clean slate. What I didn’t plan for was the way Lila Ardmore looked at me like she already knew what I was hiding. Another thing I didn’t plan for was the ledger in an old piano and the way a neighbor called my mother’s name, and the knot in my gut that felt like an alarm the night someone tried to burn the past into ash. I came to act. I stayed to fix what I broke, and the longer I stayed the more I realized the man I was taught to be will not survive who I have to become. If you want my story, read it from where the dark starts.