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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.

" 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.

I died in the snow outside her dorm. She learned my name too late. Then she died beside me Then I woke up seven days before the sky turned gray with every memory of how the world ends. Everyone on this campus wears a rank on their wrist. Gold gets a warm bunker. Gray gets scraps. I have nothing. No tag. No family. No name on any list. That's exactly why no one is watching me. I know what's coming. I know who leaves her behind. I know which doors lock and which ones don't. What I don't know is how to speak to the girl I've loved since before this life began. So I do it quietly. A warm coat left at her door. A shift covered. A meal already made. She reads my silence as coldness. She laughs at another man's jokes. And the people who ruined her the first time? They remember too. They woke up just like me and this time they're coming for her before I can reach her. Seven days. Then the sun goes out. Everyone had a title except me. Maybe that's the only reason I'm still alive.

He spent three years on his knees. He was never meant to be there. Three years ago, Kael woke up in an alley with no memories and no name. A wealthy family took him in, married him to the daughter they'd given up on, and turned him into their live-in servant—the one who apologizes when vases break and doesn't fight back when fists fly. Then something inside him starts to wake up. Hunters begin appearing. Beautiful, inhuman things that speak a name he doesn't recognize, and when they say it, something in him answers. Memories start bleeding through—memories of power, of judgment, of being something far more than human. Kael wasn't a nobody who lost his past. He was a god. The one who held other gods accountable. And when he got too close to their secrets, they ripped away his power, erased his mind, and buried him in a mortal body to suffer and forget. Now he's remembering. But every time he reaches for what he used to be, he loses a piece of the life he built here—his memories, his emotions, his connection to the wife who stayed. His brother, a god of war, is coming to finish the job. Seven days until he arrives. Kael can become what he was and lose everything human about himself, or stay who he is and die.

"I think there is a misunderstanding here ma'am," he said to her. "That is my manager over there," he said pointing to Antonio, who was waiting by the side of the road for a cab, just a few feet from the restaurant. "I was only calling on him to give him the phone," Jason said, trying to placate her. But then, the manager was quick to walk up to them. "What is going on here?" He asked as he got to where they were. "Sir, this lady—" "Your boy tried to steal my phone," the lady interrupted and snatched her phone from his hand, not waiting for him to say anything at all. She seemed insistent on getting back at him for something that happened long ago in school. Jason opened his mouth to say something again but was interrupted by a hard slap across his face from Antonio. He staggered but maintained his stance. "Not only do you come late to work or be clumsy at your job," Antonio began in a fit of vexation. "You also steal from my customers too?" He asked Jason, who still held his face, still in oblivion at what had just happened. He nodded and tried to speak again, but Antonio stopped him with a wave of his hand. "I think I have had enough of all your shenanigans here and I think it is time to relieve you of your duties," Antonio said. Framed by a colleague and betrayed by his friend, Jason Abbout had his life crumbling to the ground. No one to run to, no one to share his pain with either, he was gradually dying. Not until, he received one call that changed his life. Now to those who hurt him, they must bow.