Single Mother

Jack and Max are two adventurous teenagers. Both are of Italian origin. Their mother is American, but their father is Italian. Both are close friends. Jack lives in an unspoiled town called Everton, near Arizona. Max also lived here before. He studied in the same school. However, he has moved to Haven Brook, California due to his father’s business. Whenever they get the chance, they set out for the unknown. Two friends named Luna and Tulip accompany them. They enjoy all the great and exciting experiences. This series of stories of mine, “Adventure”, is about their exciting adventures. I hope that each story in the series will be able to entertain you.

Ray Parker had nothing. No money. No options. Just a dying mother a lovely sister and a government experiment that promised to save her. It destroyed everything instead. Now the city is overrun. The dead are walking. And the man who built this nightmare is still alive, still in control, and coming for everything Ray has left. But Ray came back from the dead with something nobody expected. And this time he remembers everything. One man. One city. One chance to burn it all down before it burns him first. The apocalypse made a mistake the day it chose Ray Parker. It should have made sure he stayed dead.

The birth of Castro was prophesied by a monk. It was prophesied that he would be birthed with a nefarious fate; he would kill the president of his country, marry all the daughters of the president and kill his guardian. The president ensured that he was killed at birth with his mother, alas, destiny can never be rebutted - Castro was risen by the monk who predicted his birth and nurtured. He learnt of the president’s evil act and vowed to seek external power, won his heart and devour him. Amidst that, he contracted Vampire venom. The president and his accomplices began to run helter-skelter when death became their sole subordinate.

‎His wife divorced him and chose his stepbrother. His father chose his golden child. When they cast him out, they called him worthless. Until five men in black suits knelt before him. His mother wasn't a fragile nobody; she was the heiress to a multi-billion-dollar medical empire owned by the De Luca family. Now, he's the sole heir and the mysteriously excellent De Luca doctor whom everyone wants to work with. All who looked down on him are about to beg at his feet. They would want mercy. And he doesn't speak that language. ‎ ‎ ‎

Five years ago, Justin Miller was framed and sent to prison after protecting his girlfriend from Daniel Anderson, the powerful son of a councilman. But prison did not destroy him. Trained by a mysterious master and hardened on the battlefield, Justin became Meriland’s youngest four-star general, a peerless fighter, and a miracle doctor. Now he has returned to find his mother blind, his father crippled, and his former girlfriend preparing to marry the man who ruined his life. Everyone still sees Justin as a penniless criminal. They are about to discover that they made an enemy of the most powerful man in the country.

Betrayed and murdered by his wife, Sarah, and half-brother, Marcus, Victor St. Claire dies watching his family legacy burn. But death is merely a reset. Instead of the end, he wakes up five years in the past with the Business Emperor System, a lethal interface that turns net worth and influence into power. Armed with future knowledge and cold-blooded skills like The Eye of Greed, Victor begins a calculated descent into revenge. But as he navigates a forced marriage and social ruin to protect his mother, the timeline begins to shift. To survive, Victor must build a shadow empire and prove he is the ultimate predator.

“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?"

Once revered as an unstoppable force on the battlefield, the God of War… wanted nothing more than a family of his own. Gravely wounded during a mission, he was saved by Nolan Garcia, the only man who treated him with genuine kindness. As a token of trust, the old man arranged for him to marry his granddaughter Quella, giving the weary warrior the warmth of family he had long craved. But peace wasn't here to stay. His half-brother Kenneth, wolves in sheep’s clothing, arrived at his doorstep under the pretense of family. They were planning to usurp his place, coveting the wealth and influence of the Garcia household. Kenneth, charming, manipulative, and deceitful, wove lies around the warrior’s wife, poisoning her heart against him. Forced to give until he had nothing left, the warrior bled for a brother who only wanted to ruin him. But war is never won in a single battle. As the world turns against him, as these schemes threaten to strip him of everything he holds dear, the God of War will rise again. This time, not to conquer nations, but to reclaim his honor, unmask his enemies, and make those who betrayed him pay in blood. The battlefield may have changed. But blood still calls for blood.

John Whitaker had nothing but his name—just a plain, useless name in a world ruled by money, influence, and cold-hearted power. He was the unwanted son-in-law of the Prestwick dynasty; an empire worth hundreds of billions. His marriage to Eleanor Prestwick was a shameful secret, something the Prestwick family pretended never happened, and whenever they had to acknowledge it, they reminded everyone that John was the charity case Eleanor brought home from a job internship in a poor neighborhood out of pity. They called him a parasite. They treated him like a stray dog that refused to leave. They spat on his dignity, sneered at his dreams, and sneered even louder when his mother was diagnosed with stage four pancreatic cancer. When he begged for help on his knees, in tears, in public; they laughed. John almost lost his will to live. But fate has a way of rewarding the broken. That very night, when he had no place to sleep, and his mother was on the brink of death in a public hospital ward stinking of poverty and pain, a letter arrived. An inheritance. John Whitaker was not who he thought he was. He was the sole blood heir to the late Howard Ravenshore, the secretive trillionaire who had disappeared from the global stage ten years ago. A man with holdings in every continent, silent power over more than forty governments, and a fortune beyond imagination. His assets were masked under shell companies, shadow trusts, and ghost accounts—untouchable, invisible, unstoppable. And now all of it belonged to John. In an instant, the man who once begged for pennies became the richest human being alive.

In 2030, a giant wormhole appeared above the Pacific Ocean. Scientists believed that it was a portal leading to another world besides earth. The United Nations decided to send a drone to investigate this phenomenon, but one hour after the drone entered, disaster struck. The wormhole suddenly became twice as large followed by a yellow gas pouring out. Two brothers, Lee Young-soo and Lee Min-su watched from a Television store, as their mother died while reporting the incident for South Korea's International News Station. ******** With the camera on her, she raised the mic to her lips and started speaking. “Young-soo, if you're watching this with Min-su, I want you to cover his eyes. Don’t let him see this.” Young-soo who was by his brother’s side raised his left hand and covered his eyes. “No!” Min-su protested and tried to remove his brother’s hand, but it stayed firm over his eyes. Young-soo was watching his mother on the television screen with slightly red eyes, as he bit his bottom lip so hard a few droplets of blood fell to the ground. “I want the both of you to know that I love you with all my heart and that I’m sorry I won’t be able to see the two of you go off to college and get married someday.” Tears started to fall from her eyes as she spoke her next words. “Young-soo, I want you to protect Min-su when I’m gone, and... Crash!!” With a violent jerk, the yellow gas engulfed the helicopter causing the cameraman to drop the camera, cutting off the transmission.