Sad Eyes On My Block

They called me a loser. They laughed when I got dumped in the rain. They thought my life was over. They were wrong. My name is Leo Vance. Twenty-four years old, junior analyst, three years of savings thrown away on an engagement ring my ex-girlfriend never wanted. The night she left me for Richard — the arrogant heir of my own company — something inside me broke. Or maybe something finally woke up. An old coin I bought at a flea market years ago cut my palm. Blood met metal. And then I heard it. **[Ding! Omni-Investment System activated.]** Now I see what nobody else can. Above every person, every object, every decision — glowing numbers. Investment return rates. Percentages. Exact outcomes. A beggar on the street? *Invest $50. Return: 10,000%.* A "worthless" painting at auction? *Hidden masterpiece. Return: 4,000%.* A quiet intern everyone ignores? *Key to destroying your enemy. Return: 5,000%.* I started with fifty dollars. Within a week, I had a million. Within a month, Richard was on his knees, his family's empire crumbling because of information only I could see. But money was just the beginning. The deeper I go, the more I realize this system doesn't just show financial returns. It shows martial secrets, ancient techniques, hidden powers buried in this city's underworld. The people who laughed at me? They're about to learn what happens when a nobody sees everything. I don't get angry. I don't beg. I invest. And I always collect.

Once a powerful commander known as The Hades, Darien French lost his ability to see the future after being poisoned. He went into hiding and married Cersei Smith. Though blind, Darien supported Cersei as she built her company. When Cersei asked for a divorce, saying Darien was mediocre and a burden, he was left alone, broken, humiliated and dejected. "I will show her," he muttered through clenched teeth. "I will show them all. Once I regain my sight, they will pay for doubting me." Now, after fully regaining his sight and powers of prophecy through further treatment, Darien is more determined than ever. "Now that I've regained my full abilities, nothing will stop me from reclaiming my title as the great Hades," he declared.

A murderer. A crazy woman. Is what they all call me. Apparently to me, I'm seeing the dead, which makes me crazy to everyone, but I know I'm not. Being stuck in a psychiatric hospital with a pending murder case at hand is not how I pictured this time of my life. I don't really get it. I am a lot of things that I'm not proud of, but certainly not a murderer. How on earth will I be able to vindicate myself if the dead is making me look like a murderer? How will I be able to vindicate myself when my past ways isn't even something to write home about, and all it can do is just spice up my case? How will I be able to save myself when I, and the dead was never in good terms, and I happen to be the cause of it all? What have I done to myself?

For three years, I was nothing more than her janitor husband. She sneered at me, her family spat on me, and in the end, she shoved divorce papers into my hands and walked away with another man. But the world didn’t know the truth. I wasn’t just Alexander the nobody. I am Alexanderiel Warrick—the lost Centimillionaire King. At the bank, they laughed—until they saw the endless zeroes in my account. At the gala, her new lover bid eight million. I said, “Twenty-five.” The room went silent. Now elites bow. Women admire. And my ex-wife? She drowns in regret, watching the man she discarded rule the world she always dreamed of. “Alexander, please… I was wrong.” “Too late, Lila. The janitor you mocked is now the King you’ll never touch again.”

"He's just a piece of shit who wasn't worth my time," - Ex-wife. "I managed to get what I want from him so I don't need him anymore," - Former best friend. "That lad has the potential! He's going to be my next heir!,"- Godfather. Leo lost platinum and gained a diamond instead! From that moment, he plotted his revenge on those who had made him grovel at their feet.

Being given a choice, “Divorce Hazel or you will suffer with her, even your little daughter, Ivy, will live a miserable life”Marcus thought his life was over until he was revealed as the only heir of the Hamilton trillionaire dollars fortune.“After giving the Hudson family all my money, you dare spill nonsense about me”A silence laughter followed.“I only care about Hazel, and my daughter, the rest of the Hudson family can go to hell”

Bullied! Diagnosed posttraumatic stress disorder and blood disorder vera. Not as devastating as once Nick Walter watched his mother die before his eyes when a shootgun went through his mother's head. Nick determined to retaliate the death of his mother, who was shot dead by ex-husban. Even Carlos holds a grudge against when he learns that Nick has suddenly become a tough, sturdy and unconquerable superhero. Thus who is stronger among Nick Walter and Carlos Ollyxton?

PHOENIX is the name of the group that is best when it comes to assassination, a group that includes Margaret Reyes. One of the so-called eyes of Phoenix, because of her extraordinary ability. But it was also her title that brought her to the door of death. She did not think that her fiancee, John de Cordova, would kill her. And her cousin Laura Reyes was involved in the betrayal. She thought she's really gonna die but the pearl of the Phoenix helped her to reincarnate.The REVENGE JOURNEY OF THE PHOENIX will begin by the persona of Jenny Capria Sanchez.

Waking up after a long time of slumber, little Cara looked around without a clue of her surrounding. All she could hear was the beeping sound annoying her ears. She looked around weakly, a lot of thoughts going on in her head. She closed her eyes shut trying to remember some certain things about her life. Her heart immediately skipped as she remembered a face. A very scary face. The face who actually murdered her parents.

“Captain Spark, you’re insane,” Michael said hoarsely. “I’m an actor, not a cop. I’m not a monster.” “But you understand monsters, don’t you?” Ashley shot back. She pointed to the playback monitor showing his recent scene. “That look in your eyes, the way you enjoyed the kill… You’re more convincing than half the criminals in our files.” Michael had no response. Because she wasn’t wrong. The system made it easy, too easy, to empathize with darkness.