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Death, as the guide of all the souls leaving the physical world, takes the form of a human to speak with them. He has been wandering for a very long time that he, himself, doesn't know about his own existence. Ferrying billions of souls of humankind to the other side has been his job in a forever state that he can't escape. He considers himself a mere bystander, a storyteller—seeing histories unfold before his eyes, witnessing eras and wars end, watching humankind thriving. Endowed with a power of bringing deaths to humans upon touching them, he constantly seeks the feeling of physical human touch. Not until he meets Fivrelle, an immortal lady who desires death. The world is continuously evolving and growing. But to what extent? No matter what the world has become, Death will always be there, waiting.

Betrayed by blood. Hunted by the system. Chosen by something greater. Kieran Blackwell was born to rule—but cast aside before he could even speak his name aloud. Branded a disgrace. Forgotten by his powerful family. And when the city turned its back on him, he fell—hard. Until a desperate click on a mysterious link activated a long-buried system... not just any system—the Legacy System. A weapon forged in secret to control destinies, rewrite bloodlines, and silence those who rise outside the script. But Kieran is no obedient heir. Now hunted by Override enforcers, haunted by forbidden Echoes, and bound to a system that may be rewriting him from the inside, Kieran must uncover the truth of his bloodline, master a broken power, and decide: Will he play the role they wrote for him—or shatter the story altogether? Perfect for fans of weak-to-strong arcs, ruthless betrayal, and systems with hidden agendas, this is your next obsession-worthy dystopian fantasy.

Warren made to speak but just then the MC got the stage, officially welcoming everyone to the gala. Just then Lady Williams joins them. Surprised couldn't describe what she felt seeing Warren at the gala. “What's he doing here?” She asked. “We’re just as shocked as you are grandma,” Troy said. “Don't stand close to us. I don’t want anyone thinking we are actually associated with a commoner like you,” Laurel said. Soon they were interrupted by the loud voice from the speaker. “...Please welcome on stage, the host of tonight's gala and newly appointed CEO of Sterling Heights, Warren Easton.” Loud cheers and applauses erupted immediately. Warren made his way to the front and stood until the noise died down. His eyes squarely on the Williams family. He watched as their faces switched from the looks of confusion to realisation to that of surprise. He had them where he wanted them. Bingo.

I was born and lived inside a virtual game world, till I was tricked by the Great Administrator and got kicked out to the Real World for my bad mouth! I am Athanasios, a citizen of the virtual game world of Elysium. The world I'm living in, is a paradise or that's what everyone says. It's boring and all day I'm forced to play games like Tetris to mine virtual coins. That's the only way to buy new avatars or expand my dungeon tower, the only two things that actually matter to me. However, everything changed when I received a strange message saying I can try a new game experience. But there was a catch! Instead, I was tricked and transferred to the real world. Things aren't that much different from the virtual world: Goblins plague the villages, dragons tear down cities and adventurers try to loot dungeons. In fact, this world is better than expected! So realistic and not to mention that for the first time in my gaming life, I managed to multiclass from level-1. You see, I drank the blood of a Vampire Lord by mistake and became a vampire mage once I got here. The problem is that I wasn't meant to drink his blood and now he and his minions hunt me. At least, most of them identify as hot, so no reason to complain on that either. What troubles me however, is that there's no exit button from the Real World and the only way to get back to my world is by finishing the missions I was tasked. Warning: This novel contains harem elements, strong language and graphic violence.

A deadly ritual has to be done using twins (A boy and a girl). Jessica must make the twins fall in love naturally, make love and bear a child. She can't do this except raising the twins in another world known as the blank world.The place the twins will grow up without having knowledge of anything or being educated about anything... Sunday and Amaya (twins), though separated, grow up in the Blank World. They don't know that they are other people in another places, they don't know how human beings are formed, they don't know that there is a supreme God neither do they know the meaning of twins nor some feelings and changes in their bodies. They have no knowledge of anything except the language they speak and the environment... According to plan, Sunday and Amaya fall in love the first day they meet. Unfortunately to Jessica, the twins are geniuses. Thus, they begin to explore the environment (blank world), technologically, scientifically and eventually begin to know the truth of who they are and, believing there are people like them in other places. Jessica must not allow them know or leave the blank world neither must she force them to have sex in order to complete the ritual...

Mr. Wesley burst into Bryan's office, causing Bryan to quickly rise from his chair. "Aren't you done with your work? What use are you here for in this office? My wife warned me, but I didn't listen. I told her you aren't a good husband material," Mr. Wesley stated bluntly. "I am very sorry, father..." Bryan attempted to speak, but before he could finish his sentence, a sudden slap landed on his face, causing him to clutch his cheek in pain. "I hate hearing sorry. I need to see action," his father-in-law asserted, his anger evident. Bryan clenched his fist in frustration, aware that arguing back would not be of any benefit. Thinking everything is over could be the most saddest experienced one could encounter in life. But taking a new turn around could be overwhelming. Bryan was about to lose hope when his lost hope was redeemed, as his life take a total turn around bringing his in-law to shame as he a claimed his newfound power.

Eryk Wayland returned to Black Lake City after receiving news that his grandfather had died. His uncle sent two men to pick up Eryk at the airport. They kidnap and lock Eryk in a warehouse. The uncle forced Eryk to sign a letter of inheritance. The two men then killed and disposed of Eryk's body in the Rockwool City landfill, a wasted city. Erick is dying. When he was about to die, he was found by a summoned spirit in the form of a white owl. The owl offers a life-and-death contract to Eryk. "Give me your soul, then you will hold the world in the your hand!" From that day on, the owl kept following Eryk wherever he went. Eryk was also suddenly able to speak and understand the language of birds. He can also summon and control summoned spirits as a source of power. However, a group of destruction summoners is hunting for Eryk. They wanted to seize the power of the strongest summon spirit that Eryk didn't realize he had. Can Eryk survive in Rockwool City—the city of summoners, save himself from the destructive summoners, and return to Black Lake City to avenge the people who slaughtered his family?

" Lisa, I... I didn-" " Stop it." Lisa declared, her voice trembling with emotion. "I won't tolerate any more of your lies, you overstepped your boundaries this time, Mello, and I won't forgive you for it." she said, gasping. She stopped for a moment, staring directly into his eyes. Mello could have sworn he saw guilt and pain in those blue eyes. He hated that he was the reason she was that way. He attempted to speak but words failed him. " I think this is it," Lisa said, letting her tears fall as she made a painful decision " I can't do this anymore. Let's end this marriage." Mello Buster, once content with his modest life despite its challenges, found himself broken by Lisa's declaration. He left in despair, feeling depressed and defeated. To his surprise, fate had a surprising twist in store. A shocking revelation suddenly led him to become an heir to a vast fortune worth trillions. Armed with newfound wealth and influence, the once worthless son-in-law returned on a mission to reclaim his dignity and prove his worth to those who had belittled him.

After years of rotting behind bars for a crime he didn’t commit… one orchestrated by his own wife instead, Glenn Avery is finally released, clothed in nothing but prison rags and carrying the parting gifts of his fellow inmates. But Glenn isn’t just a free man. He’s a man reborn. On the day of his release, however, instead of a welcome or even a shred of remorse, he’s met with divorce papers, delivered coldly by an arrogant stranger. No apology. No second chances. Instead, he was shoved in the face with a cheque and threatened to never speak about the past, having no idea that the man they betrayed wasn’t the same weak, powerless Glenn from before. He’s now a dragon cloaked in human skin. A man forged in isolation. Sharpened by betrayal. Hardened by time. Behind his seemingly ragged appearance is a man of a terrifying identity and power—someone whom warriors would serve without question, kings would kneel before, and emperors would fear crossing. A man whose presence commands respect… or destruction. …. Spoiler: From Prison to Power is a pulse-pounding urban revenge saga filled with brutal comebacks, explosive drama, powerful women, and a protagonist who’s equal parts madman and legend.

They called him Pauper Benedetti. The boy with three shirts, the charity case no one believed in. But when Marco returned after five silent years—he didn’t come back poor. He came back as the War God, forged in fire, crowned in blood, and wealthy enough to make billionaires tremble. He walked into Oriana Caruso’s engagement wearing a cheap suit and carrying a velvet ring box. He left with a wife. Just not the one anyone expected. Isabella Caruso—the quiet, unwanted sister—was the only person who dared speak the truth for him. While Oriana laughed, while society mocked him, Isabella stood alone. So Marco knelt before her with a pink-diamond necklace worth more than the entire ballroom. “Marry me,” Marco said, voice steady. “Why me?” Isabella whispered. “Because when the world pointed guns, you were the one who didn’t flinch.” Now Isabella wears the necklace society can’t stop staring at—while Oriana glares with burning regret. Because the War God didn’t just return wealthy. He returned powerful. And he’s not done. Billionaires will kneel. Families will fall. The world will learn exactly who Marco Benedetti is.