Single Mother

In a world where mortals strive to defy the heavens, where mountains float and oceans roar with spiritual beasts, the cultivation world stands on the edge of chaos. The Radiant Court rules above all—seven Thrones, unshaken for ten thousand years. They decide who rises. They decide who falls. But there is a legend whispered in silence. A name spoken only in riddles. A figure who once stood above the heavens… and walked away. Chen Fi. No one knows where he came from. No one knows how strong he truly was. Only the oldest cultivators remember the tremble in the world when he last raised a hand. They say he once refused the title of Immortal Emperor. They say he gave up the Nine Dao Thrones. They say he saw something beyond power… and chose peace. Now, hidden in a quiet valley unknown to most maps, he lives as a humble hermit—drinking tea, fishing under cherry blossoms, and raising a single orphan boy. But peace never lasts. When the world begins to stir—when arrogant sects send disciples to claim his land, when the Thrones grow fearful of a man they could never control—old echoes awaken. Chen Fi does not seek conflict. But should conflict find him… He reminds the world why it once knelt.

Nelson Bush is a literary icon handsome, charming, and the award-winning author of America’s most chilling thrillers. Fans adore his twisted plots. Critics call him a genius. But behind closed doors, Nelson is living a far darker story than any he's ever written. By night, he becomes the monster from the pages of his latest novel a sadistic killer who targets newlyweds on their wedding night. The victims? His ex-lovers and their unsuspecting spouses. The murders? Gruesome, ritualistic, and always accompanied by a single, taunting clue a sliver of evidence left behind like a signature, daring the world to unmask him. Nobody suspects the perfect husband. Especially not his loyal wife, who has a secret of her own she’s willing to take the fall for every murder he commits. Together, they play a deadly game of deception. But as Nelson’s hunger grows and his kills become bolder, the web of lies begins to unravel. Now, a relentless detective is closing in. The lines between fiction and reality blur. And Nelson must decide: will he remain the puppet master of his perfect crime or become the tragic ending of his own story? One mistake could expose him. One loose thread could hang them both. And the next chapter might be his last.

Abandoned by the woman he loved for a man who represented everything he could never be...wealthy, powerful, untouchable—he is forced to confront the brutal truth of his existence. His home is nothing but a decaying room near a slum, his future looked nonexistent, his worth measured in what he could provide. When despair drove him into the night, it nearly cost him his life. On the brink of death, a mysterious voice offered him a single truth: “In this world, only wealth grants the right to live with dignity. Will you succumb or will you arise and conquer?” With no strength left to resist and nothing left to lose, he accepted his cruel fate and chose. What awakened was by no means a blessing but a predatory system that allowed him to steal wealth itself. Not just sheer money, but luck, opportunities, influence and skills, even the invisible advantages that keep the powerful on top and the weak beneath them. Every gain he makes is taken from someone else. Every rise leaves another person falling and crumbling in dust. As he climbs from the gutter into the hidden layers of society—corporate elites, criminal empires, and untouchable dynasties, he must confront a terrifying question: How much is a human life worth, when wealth can be taken by force?

The entire Carmichael family looked on in curiosity as the convoy of Fords rolled into the mansion's grounds. It looked like a King was making his entrance. The cars came to a stop and a driver ran over to pull the passenger door open. Luke stepped down from the car and shocked silence swept through the Humsworth family. He looked at them, a smug smirk curving his lips. "L-luke?" His wife, Fiona, stuttered. "In the flesh. Hello, in-laws, your wretched son-in-law is finally home…" *** What would you do if you were insulted and shamed by your wife's family for being poor, but one day, you discover that you're the heir to a lost fortune? Luke Bradford is the average, wretched son-in-law of the rich Carmichael family. He is shamed, disgraced and abused by his wife's family until one day, he finds out that he's the heir to a Diamond empire running into trillions of dollars. Luke returns with one thing on his mind…to take revenge on every single person who dared to hurt him in the past, but the Humsworth family have also vowed that a low class peasant like him will never lord over them. Taking a path through drug money, lies, deceit, treachery…and even the deadly mafia, will he succeed, or will the sneaky Humsworth family clip his feathers before he can even fly?

Catching my girlfriend of four years on all fours while some guy slammed into her from behind as she screamed 'harder' was not exactly the sight I ever expected to walk in on. My heart didn’t just break; it hollowed out. I drank myself stupid trying to numb it, but alcohol never really does the job. Then, like an idiot, I drove home drunk and ended up crashing straight into a truck. On the brink of death, a wickedly sexy demon appeared. She offered to save me and grant me power, so long as I gave her one thing in return: entertainment. Next thing I know, I’ve been blessed with a Charm skill. And as it levels up, life gets… chaotic. Suddenly I’m being chased by all kinds of women—college professors, thirsty single moms, even high-class cougars with more money than morals. As I climb the social ladder and build real influence, one goal stays burning in my chest: to serve the girl who betrayed me a cold, delicious revenge she’ll never forget. Additional Tags: Incest, BDSM, Rags to Riches, MILFS, Cougars, Harem PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THESE TAGS!!! All Characters In Any Smut Scenes In This Book Are Over The Age Of 18.

"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.

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.

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.

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.