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My fantasy that evening was not a tranquil one. It was completely dark inside my head aside from the many air pockets drifting upwards with no sparkle or reflection, just dead circles. I was befuddled right away yet then, at that point, bigger air pockets gradually rose among the other, more modest ones and inside were pack mates. "You might turn into an omicron, or a pi, or far and away more terrible, an omega," I shuddered when I saw Draugluin's irate face as he counted down the positions as though my life's worth would as it were decline. «You want to be so presumptuous since you climbed in rank?" An air pocket of Draco's scowling face materialized with disdain filled eyes before he suddely vanished, passing on me without an opportunity to counter. "A powerless Xi like you," Another air pocket rose with Draugluin's pompous smile as he peered down on me. Stop I heard my powerless voice shout out among the vacant air pockets. "You are pointless as well," the rebel wolf chortled. "She would not fall back when she was told to," Lyall's enraged face frightened me. Lyall had never been so cross with me forthright where he'd place me down before Alpha however, that snapshot of selling out was agonizing yet not undeserving. It makes perfect sense to me, I yelled, however there was no reaction. "For what reason didn't you simply pass on it to the people," Auntie Mona had her arms crossed, a look of dismay all over.

They left him to die, now he'll bury them one by one Adam has always been invisible—the kind of kid who blends into the back of the classroom, mocked for his awkwardness and despised for a single mistake that branded him a snitch. His classmates made his life a living hell. Sanchez, the golden boy of Westfield High, made sure of it. Then came the field trip. The humiliation. The beating. And the moment Adam was left for dead in the woods. But Adam didn’t die. Something else found him. A malevolent spirit with a hunger for vengeance. A whisper in the dark offering him the one thing he craved most: power. Now Adam is back, sharper, stronger, and cloaked in a confidence no one can explain. One by one, his bullies begin to fall. The school watches in fear as the once-forgotten nerd becomes the center of a storm that no one can stop. Yet something is wrong. Each attack follows Adam’s secret plans exactly—but some of them aren’t his. Someone else is hunting Sanchez’s circle, striking in the shadows, pushing Adam’s bloody game further than even he imagined. Is it the mysterious new girl with the unnerving smile? A rival spirit playing its own cruel hand? Or is Adam himself losing control of the monster he invited in? As fear spreads and Sanchez grows desperate, Adam must untangle obsession, betrayal, and supernatural terror. Because in this game of revenge, the line between predator and prey is razor-thin— and Adam isn’t the only monster walking the halls.

In a world where magic is bought with memories, Varek Soren trades the last warm thing he owns, the sound of his dead father's voice but the System hands him a blind, mewling creature everyone calls worthless. The crowd laughs, his fiancée turns away with cold eyes, and Varek believes his life is finally finished and over. He does not yet know that his death has not even started. Varek is not the failure the world sees. He is the last living vessel of Azrath-Kai, a Mythic Void Leech so dangerous the old gods sealed it inside his bloodline centuries ago. His father did not die in some random battle as he was told but he was killed by the lightbringer… Aurelius, the most beloved hero in the realm butchered Aldric Soren to keep the beast from ever waking and the woman Varek loves so much has known the truth all along. On the night after his deepest shame and disgrace, Vespera Ashford comes to him with warm food and gentle words, he still trusts her, he still believes she was forced to break their engagement, so he ate the food without questioning her or her sincerity not knowing that the food was drugged. He wakes strapped to a cold table with Vespera holding the surgical instruments, her new lover holding the lantern, and Aurelius the Lightbringer standing over him with a soft smile as he peels Varek's memories away layer by layer to rip the sealed beast from his living body. Varek dies in absolute agony, betrayed by the woman he gave everything to and butchered by the hero the whole world worships. Then he wakes up on the morning of the Summoning Day, two weeks before his murder, with the Regression Gift burning in his blood.

She thought she was using him. He'd been searching for her for twelve years. "Listen carefully," Diana Morrison's voice cuts through the study like ice. "These are the terms of our marriage arrangement, and they are non-negotiable." Marcus Hayes sits across from her in his worn suit, agreeing to every humiliating condition without protest. Separate bedrooms. No physical contact. Divorce after one year. "Do you have any backbone at all?" Diana demands, frustrated by his compliance. What she doesn't know: Marcus is the Supreme God of War of West America, commander of armies, controller of trillion-dollar empires. Twelve years ago, a starving orphan boy received kindness from a young girl who shared her meager lunch. He never forgot her. Now that girl stands before him—cold, calculating, believing she's trapped a desperate nobody in a fake marriage to escape her family's control. "Perhaps I am desperate," Marcus admits softly. "But not in the way you think." When the Romano and Bennett families attack, when her business crumbles, when assassins lurk in shadows—Marcus moves like the warrior he is, leaving enemies broken and allies in awe. "Who are you?" Diana whispers, watching him dismantle threats with surgical precision. Marcus's slight smile holds secrets that could reshape nations. "I'm your husband." She thought their contract marriage had an expiration date. She has no idea the Supreme God of War never lets go of what's his. He spent twelve years building an empire to be worthy of protecting her. Now he'll spend a lifetime proving she was always meant to be his.

"Mr. Verus,” she said, “the surgery has already been paid for.” Cassius blinked, stunned. “What? By who?” Before the nurse could respond, a tall, imposing figure appeared. The man was impeccably dressed, his presence commanding attention. “I paid for it,” the man said, his deep voice resonating in the sterile corridor. Cassius stood, his body tense. “Who are you?” The man smiled faintly, extending a hand. “Augustus Verus,” he said. “Your father.” Shock coursed through Cassius. “My father?” he echoed, incredulous. “That’s impossible.” “It’s the truth,” Augustus said, pulling out a neatly folded envelope. Inside were photographs, documents—proof of their connection. “I’ve been watching from a distance, waiting for the right moment to step in. And now, it’s time.” Cassius stared at the evidence, his emotions a whirlwind of disbelief, anger, and curiosity. “Why now? Why not before?” Augustus met his gaze steadily. “Because you had to face life’s hardships to grow. But now, you’ve earned the right to know the truth—and the power to change your fate.” He handed Cassius a sleek black card. “This is yours. It grants you access to my wealth. Use it wisely.” Cassius hesitated before taking the card, his fingers trembling. The weight of everything that had happened—his humiliation, his sister’s injury, and now this revelation—threatened to overwhelm him. But as he looked at Augustus, determination flickered in his eyes. “I’ll use this,” he said quietly, “to protect Vinna—and to repay everyone who looked down on me.” Augustus nodded, a faint smile on his lips. “Then I trust you won’t disappoint me, son.” Cassius watched as Augustus walked away, leaving him standing in the sterile hallway, a man reborn."

I narrowed my eyes at him and caught glimpse of a guy, standing in a corner and what’s weird is that he wasn’t dancing. He seemed different and odd for all this. He’s looking in my direction, very still and I can see him intermittently. The hat makes it harder to discern. Except for the creepy, fiendish smile, raising the edges of his mouth real slowly. I squinted my eyes at him. He tugged his hat from the right, an expression of a muted Hi! I nodded reflexively and opened my mouth to call Frank, who was busy with stuffing ice cubes in two glasses of beer. “Hey!” I called with my hurting head. “What?” he asked the glasses. “Who’s that? Someone new?” I pointed at him. Frank gave up the stuffing and looked in his direction. “Haven’t seen him before” he said with confusion. . . . Elijah Heath, an eighteen year old teenager was stalked by someone. Read to know who was he? And what made him behave this strangely. Does someone REALLY follows her? Or she's hallucinating like others say? . . . "Is someone there?", I moped around the dim-litted living room. "Guess it's just me. I'm making excuses to cease. No, Elijah! You have to finish this up!". As I ascended three steps, I realized a change in the air pressure around me, an odd creak and a clear presence of heat_ behind me. My breath abated. Just as I plucked the nerve to turn, my ankle was grasped and I slided down as some hand pulled me. My knees rubbed along the hard steps. **Caution**: Contains extremely disturbing content. Read only if you can stand murder and blood descriptions else you might feel nauseous.

“Sarah!” Robin’s voice cracked, raw with betrayal. “After everything I did for you? The bone marrow donation—” Sarah rolled her eyes dramatically, her laughter sharp and dismissive. “Oh, please. Did you really think I cared about you? You were just… convenient.” Marcus moved to stand beside her, draping an arm around her shoulders. “Tell him about the face you made when he thought you actually liked him back. That story kills at parties.” The laughter between them burned through Robin’s veins. Every memory of their time together—every smile, every touch, every whispered promise—twisted into something ugly and false. “You used me…” Robin whispered, the truth finally sinking in. Sarah tilted her head, her expression cold and mocking. “Obviously. Let me spell it out for you, since you’re too dense to get it.” She stepped closer, her voice dripping with contempt. "I only kept you around because your bone marrow matched mine. Now that I'm cured, you're about as useful as yesterday's garbage. But look on the bright side – at least some part of you turned out to be useful. More than we can say for the rest!" After donating his bone marrow to save Sarah's life, Robin discovers their relationship was nothing but a cruel joke. Beaten and left for dead in a kennel of vicious guard dogs, his mysterious family ring suddenly activates, revealing his true heritage as heir to America's most powerful shadow organization! With supernatural abilities and unimaginable wealth as Eagle Industries' new CEO, Robin would show them what happens when you mistake kindness for weakness. After all, when you've been treated like a dog, sometimes you have to bare your fangs to survive!