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He walks the palace halls wearing a prince’s face and speaks a hero’s words but every night, another body falls but behind his smile lies a blood-drenched secret. They say he came back from a coma. The truth is, he came back from the dead. When Prince Kairo returns from a decade-long coma, the kingdom of Caelwyn rejoices. But their hope is misplaced. Because the man behind the youthful eyes is not the prince. It is his uncle Malrick Vale, a disgraced noble once thought dead who has carved himself into his nephew’s likeness through years of planning and surgical reconstruction. He claims to avenge the friend the crown betrayed. But his true desire is darker. He craves what only power can give him: the freedom to kill whomever he chooses, whenever he desires. The mask of royalty offers protection. The crown offers complete control. Only one woman knows the truth. Sheila Ren, a former maid who narrowly escaped his blade years ago, becomes obsessed with exposing the monster beneath the mask. Alongside Tate Wyvern, a disgraced royal guard tormented by guilt and bound to justice, she risks everything to stop a man who has fooled a kingdom and who will never stop hunting his prey. And they must stop him before he turns the entire kingdom into his hunting ground. Because once he sets his sights on you… you’re already dead. But in a world where mirrors lie and monsters wear crowns, who will the people believe?

Tristan Asher died on the floor of the Apex Gate, betrayed by the one man he trusted, while the world he'd spent five years trying to save burned around him. Then he opened his eyes in his own apartment—twenty-three years old, five years younger, fourteen hours before the sky cracks open and everything begins again. This time, he's not here to be a hero. He's here to win. He has a list. Every gate, every betrayer, every mistake that cost him everything—he remembers all of it. What he doesn't expect is her. Kira Knight should be a stranger. Instead, he already knows her coffee order, the way her voice drops when she's trying not to cry, and exactly how she died in the life he's not going back to. He can't tell her any of that. He can't tell her he's already loved and lost her once, or that the System itself has a name for what he is—and a warning waiting underneath it: *you are not the first.* Someone else came back before him. Someone else had the same plan, the same knowledge, the same fourteen-hour head start. It didn't work. Now Tristan has seventy-two hours to become someone the apocalypse hasn't already beaten, a woman he isn't allowed to love yet, and a truth he's terrified to find out—why every version of this story before his has ended the same way.

Blood wasn't merely just life, it was power, currency, and divine mandate. It was the thread that kept the fragile Empire afloat, and the tool by which the favoured lord over the feeble. Blood was known to all; feared by some, and coveted by others. Streets sang with pained screams, the glorious liquid trailing forth as rivers in the shadows. In the midst of such treachery, a suffering youth strived consistently to beat the odds. Ezekiel Stormwing, a young adult with crippling responsibilities, toiled everyday to make ends meet. Living in the struggling West with his father, they laboured ceaselessly under the venomous gaze of malevolent fiends. It was a world of segregation, all moving to the will of avarice. The wealthy desired more, while the poor pleaded for so little. All chased after coveted dreams, uncaring to others around them. Life was ever moving, satiating the powerful and draining the weak. Everything was mechanical, predictable, untill eventually… it wasn't. On an occasion celebrating Nefaria’s past triumph, war erupted. Ezekiel Stormwing found himself caught in the crossfire, his life dangling away in a whirlwind of pain. In a desperate gamble to save his father, he wagered his life. Death coveted his soul, but just before his flame extinguished…it erupted, a shimmering power once sealed within him unlocked. With rejuvenated resolve, he defied faith. He manifested his desire, saving his father from certain doom. Now, after the war, his eyes settled on a new goal, one that would keep him ever close to the frigid gates of the afterlife. Will he succeed, or will destiny finally erase his existence?

I hated being locked up like a damsel in distress. Like I was some princess that needed constant protection, but deep down I was grateful. I was still struggling to summon my powers, so if I was attacked alone I would be defenseless. I understood why Valerian wanted me to stay confined within the walls of our home since there was a protection spell suffocating the entire atmosphere that surrounded it. But I was so bored. Valerian was not there to take me out and keep me occupied with his cocky smiles and quirky comments. The only thing I could think to do to pass the time was to take a stroll around the castle grounds. I exited out into the courtyard and walked past the beautiful wooden benches and vibrant trees. Roses of every colour confiscated the grounds and it was like I was walking through a rainbow. My fingertips caressed the petals and I inhaled the sweet scent of their exquisiteness as I walked through the trails. I was so mesmerized by the area that I didn’t realize where I was going. I gasped as I reached for the next rose in my path, and it crumbled from my touch. The rest of the walkway was filled with black and decayed roses that tumbled to the ground like ash from a horrible wildfire. My frightened eyes glared out into the distance as I realized the dead flowers led to a shadowy tunnel made from black brick. A sign barely dangling from a broken chain at the top of the entrance read ‘dungeon.’ My body cringed at the sight. This was the dark side of Valerian that I knew and wanted to avoid as much as possible.

"That's a check for one million dollars. Take it and leave. Go reunite with your mistress and live your lavish lie." Caroline's voice cracked as she slammed the check against August's chest, her eyes red-rimmed and burning. For three years, she had played the loyal wife to a crippled man. Three years of silence. Three years of him vanishing each month without explanation. Three years of missing money and whispered rumors she'd desperately tried to ignore. She loved him once. But even love has limits. August watched his devastated wife walk away, her footsteps echoing like a death sentence. The truth sat on his tongue—boiling, desperate to be free. But he swallowed it. Not yet. For her safety, she had to remain in the dark. Three years ago, he emerged from a brutal war victorious but broken—ambushed when his strength was at its lowest, his legs shattered, his body labeled useless. They wrote him off. They laughed at the wheelchair-bound shell of a once-great warrior. But August never accepted that fate. As the door slammed behind Caroline, something inside him cracked—not broke, cracked open. His Qi, long dormant, surged like a tidal wave. And for the first time in three years… August stood. The wheelchair sat empty. Now, the man they abandoned is rising. His enemies will kneel. And his wife? He will protect her from the very family scheming to strip her of everything—even if she hates him for the secrets he kept. Let them come. August is done sitting down.

Ethan Cross thought his life was good. He had a girl he loved, a good job, and a chance to run his family's business one day. Then, in one week, he lost it all. His girlfriend Vanessa left him for his best friend Victor. Victor set him up to take the blame for stolen money. His uncle took the family business. His name was trashed, and his own family turned away from him. He had nothing left. Standing in the rain, at his lowest point, Ethan was ready to give up. Then a strange screen popped up in front of his eyes: [Ultimate Compensation System activated.] [The more you suffer, the more you get back.] From then on, the System paid him back for every loss, every hurt, and every betrayal. It gave him cash, new skills, deep knowledge, and later, powers no normal man could have. With his one true friend, Liam Chen, by his side, Ethan built his life back up from zero. He cleared his name. He made his first million. He built a company of his own. But as Ethan grew rich and strong, he learned the truth. His family's fall was not bad luck. A big company called Vale Industries had planned it. Behind Vale stood a hidden group called Black Serpent, tied to the Great Families who run the world in secret. His parents did not just die. They were killed. His whole life had been part of someone else's plan.

In the Great Yan Empire, the Long Clan stood as the pillars of the north. Their young heir, Long Chen,was its brightest star—a genius born with the "Primordial Marrow"—a gift seen once in a thousand years. However, his brilliance planted a seed of envy in the heart of most elders. On his sixteenth birthday, the heavens turned red. His family was butchered by a coalition led by his father’s sworn brother, Wei Jue, who tore what he believed to be the Primordial marrow from Chen’s body and left him for dead in the Forbidden God-Grave Valley. Deep within the valley's lethal mists, Long Chen was rescued by Grandmaster Mo, a legendary figure who had ascended past the mortal realm centuries ago. Under Mo's training, Long Chen didn't just rebuild his broken body; he cultivated the "Chaotic Origin Scripture," a forbidden technique that allows him to devour the energy of his enemies and the “Heaven-Devouring Void Script” a relic from bygone age, capable of swallowing entire realms. A decade later, a mysterious youth enters the capital. He carries no banner and wears no crest, but his eyes hold the coldness of a thousand winters. The traitor now sits on the throne, believing the Long line is extinct forgetting that when you strike at a dragon and fail to kill it, it returns to burn your world to ashes. Long Chen begins his march, reclaiming the Long Clan's ancestral relics one by one. To the world, he is an unstoppable force of nature; to the traitors, he is a ghost from the grave who has come to collect a blood debt that can only be paid in full.

Blurb Revenge is best served cold, but just how cold? The worst of foes come from within and Richard should have known. Richard Escrow has always seen his in-laws as his savior for taking him in after his parent's demise at a young age and letting him marry their daughter; he'd felt blessed to have such foster parents. But that was a mere facade to blind him to their vile ways. Now, his marriage is threatened and his wife is being coerced by the very family he's always known to divorce him and abort their unborn child. Finding a job has become impossible and he's taunted daily by his in-laws who keep persuading his wife to marry a wealthy man and save the family business from bankruptcy. The Devon family aren't big on love and unity as much as the next juicy business deal and investment, they see Richard as a liability and can't wait to rid of him. But fate has a few cards left and it works perfectly for Richard. Having discovered his new found inheritance and the truth behind his biological family's legacy. His eyes are open to who his in-laws truly are and how they'd trampled on him all those years to steal from him. Richardl is ready to play dirty with all the power he now wields to ensure that he keeps his wife and he destroys the people that destroyed his biological family. He has a few secrets to keep but his game is set, he knows his pawns, positions his queen and awaits the perfect time to…checkmate! Revenge is best frozen after all.

Lying inside an MRI machine, was nervous and slightly scared inside the round and magnificent tube. Just beside the room stood two men in lab coats. There were men dressed in military uniforms and holding submachine guns. “Are you ready?” one of the doctors asked through the mic. “Do it.” the boy replied with a resolute tone. The doctor nodded and pushed a button and the MRI machine began to give a low humming sound. Suddenly, the boy felt a sharp pain in his head, which made him scream in agony. He struggled to break free, but he was restricted. After a few seconds, the noise died down. Suddenly, an alarm began to blare and all the monitors displayed warning and error messages. The men were all shocked, and the uniformed men all cocked their guns and pointed them at the MRI machine. The normal MRI machine began to glow and melt. One could tell that something was burning it. Suddenly, it exploded, sending the parts flying everywhere. Some even broke through the glass pane and hit some of the uniformed men. There was smoke everywhere and the men all stood up and looked in the direction of the MRI room. As the smoke cleared, a pair of red, cold, and burning eyes opened up and stared at them, sending shivers down their spines. ________$ Following an accidental encounter, Leo began to manifest superpowers, but with great power, comes power-hungry men and great responsibilities. Leo promises to use his powers for good and be the hero he wants to be. But, things did not to turn the way he wanted them to be Will Leo overcome the principalities he faces with himself and be the hero he wishes to be, or will he succumb to the ugliness and rage inside him?

Izzie Brown held a young boy's hand and dragged him excitedly, calling out for her father, "Dad..., I want you to meet someone," A middle-aged man with a dark blue stunning suit turned to them, "Who is this, Izz?" She was so excited and came near to him, "Dad, that's Steven Tyler, I told you, he is my love" That man with the suit looked at Steven, rolling his eyes from the bottom to the top of his hair. "Izz... I thought you were just kidding, never did I expect that you would come with a trash like him", Izzie interrupted him, " Dad, that's harsh....how could you...?" "Then what else do you expect me to call him?" "But..!!" "Shut up and get him out Izzie, don't dare date him again," "Dad, listen to me, he is a military man, Dad please, I love him..." Izzy's father glared at the young man while his jaw clenched. He called his men and asked them to throw Steven out, and held Izzie back. Steven was humiliated by her father, just because he was a poor soldier, but the fact was something more..... He promised himself that he will make them pay for their deed and for sure he will, a soldier never stops.... not in a battle, not in life... He became the one at the top.. then counted their days to make them pay. Read Steven's life from leap to top....in this book. Thank you for reading. Happy reading. Please leave a review to let me know about my work.