Single Mother

Leon Blackwood lives a quiet, unremarkable life, or so the world believes. Once a name whispered in the shadows of power, he’s now just a man in an apron, cooking dinner for a wife who barely looks at him and enduring the scorn of her wealthy family. To them, he’s a failure, a burden chained to their crumbling empire. But when the Quinn family’s company begins to collapse under mysterious attacks, and a ruthless heir sets his sights on Leon’s wife, something inside him shifts. The man who turned down kings, queens, and empires suddenly stops pretending to be ordinary. With a single phone call, fortunes vanish. Corporations crumble. And those who mocked him discover too late that Leon Blackwood doesn’t negotiate... he decides. As his quiet vengeance unfolds, Leon’s double life begins to unravel before the people who dismissed him. Enemies whisper his name in fear. Old powers stir. And Mia, the wife who thought she’d married a nobody, starts to realize that the man standing in her kitchen might be far more dangerous than anyone she’s ever known. But every secret comes with a price. And Leon’s past isn’t done with him yet.

Marcus Griffin was nothing but a joke at Elite-Star University. A poor scholarship student forced to scrub floors, run errands, and bow his head to billionaire heirs, campus royalty, and the daughter of a feared professor. He endured every insult for one reason—survival. Even the girl he loved treated him like a stepping stone to something better. Then, in a single day, everything was taken from him. Public betrayal. Public humiliation. His girlfriend accepted another man’s proposal in front of the entire class. His scholarship was revoked. His expulsion announced. His life erased. But as Marcus ran with nothing left to lose, the truth found him. He was never poor. He was never weak. He was the sole heir to the Griffin Empire—a hidden power controlling unimaginable wealth, corporations, and global influence. With one phone call, fortunes shifted. With one card, rules were rewritten. Marcus returned to campus quietly… patiently. Let them mock him again. Let them underestimate him. Behind the scenes, he dismantled empires, exposed corruption, ruined billionaires, and turned enemies into kneeling wrecks. From boardrooms to car shows, from classrooms to global markets, his revenge was precise, merciless, and absolute. They laughed at a pauper. They created a ruler.

Jack thought hitting rock bottom was the worst thing that could happen—until he struck gold. Fired. Betrayed. Humiliated. Jack’s life collapses in a single day. The love of his life laughs behind his back, his friend at the office stabs him in his back, his aunts finally show their true colors after his dad died, and the world seems determined to spit on his face. Then, while drowning his sorrows in a dingy bar, a wrinkled lottery ticket in his jacket pocket turns out to be worth $2 million dollars. Overnight, Jack goes from a broken man to the most eligible bachelor in the city. He lives the life of a king. However, wealth does strange things to a wounded heart. Now, he isn’t chasing Samantha’s love or his wicked, greedy, purse-loving aunts. He’s inviting them to witness what they gave up. With each dollar spent, each luxury acquired, Jack isn’t trying to move on—he’s trying to rewrite history. But money can't heal betrayal. It only puts a spotlight on it. And Jack’s not sure whether he won the lottery… or if the lottery just unlocked a part of him best left buried.

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.

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.

Poor Dalton Hester, a man at the age of 39, ended his own life when everything around him went to hell. Losing his wife in an accident which he believed wasn’t one as it was planned by another to have it happen. The person he knew to believe to be the one to have his life killed was a criminal Dalton had put away thanks to the job of being a lawyer. That chain of events leads the poor man on top of a tall building holding a bottle almost empty of liquor. He takes a single sip from the bottle last time and then lets his own body fall forward flying towards everyone else. Dalton didn’t hold much faith in places called heaven or hell, but he had somewhat of a feeling that what a person like him did wasn’t going to be up, instead of more likely down. When darkness finally came Dalton awaited to open his eyes again to witness the flames of hell, but something different happened where he was still alive or to say reborn into a new body that wasn’t human and a new world that was like a fantasy book, movie or game. So looking at this as another chance at life Dalton decided to take it to the fullest to enjoy all the things that were different from his old world even when it was good or bad.

When the System descended upon the megacity of Aetherion, it promised humanity a new golden age, levels, classes, and power for every citizen. Adrian Voss received nothing. No nameplate. No level. No class. He is Level Zero, the only person the System cannot see, measure, or control. As five god-like AIs known as the System Council seize absolute power, society collapses into a brutal hierarchy where level determines worth and obedience is survival. Black spires rise, Enforcers hunt anomalies, and humanity is forcibly rewritten into compliant cogs of the New Order. Invisible to the System’s surveillance, Adrian becomes the ultimate ghost in their machine. While others fight to survive within the rules, he can walk through enemy lines, sabotage their infrastructure, and strike at the heart of the Council’s empire without triggering a single alarm. But the Council has noticed the anomaly. Hunted by the ruthless Reaper and predicted by the all-seeing Oracle, Adrian must gather a fragile resistance of “Glitches” — survivors whose correction is failing, and wage a shadow war against gods who rule the ashes of the old world. In a world where everyone has a level, the only person who can break the System… is the one who has none. Level Zero: The System Council can't see me is a gripping post-apocalyptic LitRPG about defiance, survival, and the terrifying freedom of being unseen.

After losing his job, his apartment, and the last bit of hope he had left, Ethan Cole finds a single dollar lying on the ground—his final piece of pocket change. But the moment he picks it up, a strange message appears before his eyes: [System Activated: The God of Ruin’s Pocket Change.] The system tells him the coin in his hand doesn’t belong to an ordinary person. It belongs to the God of Ruin, a being so powerful that even thousands of dollars mean nothing more than spare change. With the system’s power, Ethan can buy things worth tens of thousands using just one dollar, acquire companies with a few coins, and manipulate fortunes across the world. But every purchase follows one terrifying rule—for every gain Ethan receives, ruin must fall somewhere else. A billionaire might lose everything overnight, corporations could collapse, and entire markets may crash just to balance the price of his fortune. As Ethan rises from a broke nobody to a man who can shake the global economy with pocket change, he slowly realizes a horrifying possibility: he may not be the one controlling the system. Instead, the God of Ruin might be using him, and every coin he spends could be buying the world’s destruction.

"I must be losing my mind," Min Suhyun muttered, struggling to grasp the unsettling reality that unfolded before her. How had she ended up here? In the realm of clichéd stories, such a trope typically befell the deceased, not someone who had merely skimmed through old drafts. And yet, here she was, trapped in the body of an insignificant extra named Serein Rowe. The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning, raising questions she couldn't easily dismiss. ‘This can't be another one of my lucid dreams... Is this some twisted cosmic joke?’ she pondered, her mind reeling with the absurdity of her situation. Nevertheless, given that she could barely do anything to return to her world, she might as well seize this opportunity to finally finish what she had started, right? Living here and continuing until the end of this draft, she could create a good ending, '—though maybe it won't be as easy…?' Surviving as a side character suffering from a curse-like chronic illness? That would undoubtedly be a struggle. Now, that would undoubtedly pose a challenge, although it’s still a better fate than dying early, serving only as a trigger for the story's advancement. Min Suhyun contemplated for a moment before firmly resolving to a single objective: To survive until the very end.

Gunther lost all his sense of dignity as a poor student. Losing his parents at a really young age, he can only rely on hard work and the support of his girlfriend to push through. But is seemed as though that was too hard to ask for. His foster mother was sick, and that same day, he caught his wife cheating on him after which he was eventually fired. Thinking that his life was as down to his peak. His life faces a sudden turn as he discovered that his father was still alive and he is now the owner of the biggest company in the whole city. With this newly acquired strength, he is ready to make a wave through out the city.