Spider Man No Way Home Fanfiction

The city of Bonneville has five families, one secret, and a thousand forgotten orphans. Axel Knox was just another number—until he woke up with blue flame under his skin and a face from the past calling him "son." Now the founding families want him dead or alive or both. And Axel has to figure out who he really is before the magic in his blood burns him alive or before his enemies catches up with him first. He's only the heir to a destroyed house. And he's never been good at following rules.

Marcus Hayes had nothing left. Betrayed by his wife, humiliated by his boss, mocked by everyone at Langford Technologies. They laughed at his worn shoes, delayed his salary, and treated him like dirt. Then they discovered the truth. The messenger they tormented owned the company. The beggar they mocked controlled their futures. The man they destroyed was the heir to a fortune they couldn't imagine. Now the tables have turned. His cheating wife wants him back. His arrogant boss is begging for mercy. And everyone who laughed is scrambling to apologize.

After suffering to build himself from nothing, Damien Wicker trusted the wrong people. A wife who was unfaithful. A best friend who was secretly envious of everything he had. Together, they conspired to erase him from his own life and steal his empire. But sending him to ruin was not the end of the story—it was the beginning of something darker. Because the man they tried to break is about to rise into something they never saw coming.

“For Vengeance is an emptiness and he that seeketh it wasteth himself”, the Oldman said stopping Roger by his hand, “Vengeance and Revenge mean only pain, you have already suffered enough child” In order to exact the revenge on those who had killed his parents, Roger took the path of Vengeance, planning and preparing to exact his revenge, he had come so long in the path that he was on the verge of losing himself. “Pain is only felt by the living, I am already dead, only vengeance can restore me, only victory can return my life to me” His words were met with the silence and the hand holding him slowly released the grip! Roger had come a long way to look back now. “Enjoy the final movements of peace. For I have returned to exact my vengeance, so shall we begin, Father-in-law?” He said looking at the man who was tied up to a chair with terrified looks on his face.

Javad de Venta was once a professional doctor before he becomes a lived in son-in-law and then a Mafia Don. All odds were against him because he has a kind heart. Things however took a turn when he went to prison and return. In jail he acquired a revenge system that can supply strategies plans and resources for him to regain what he had lost. *** " Boss You only need to sign here and the Inheritance will be yours " " What if I said I want the whole world? " " Then you will have to possessed a black heart " Javad de Venta smirk at this and he nodded. " I want the whole world Cassius. About the black heart, i have it already "

"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."

Idris Morrow built Ironwall Security from a $200 laptop and seven years of blood. In one night, Conrad Veil took it all. The contract. The company. The woman. The life. Then a dying billionaire pulled from a wreck handed Idris the keys to three billion dollars and told him the city was his if he could hold it. He didn't know he was walking into a war that had been running for eight years. He didn't know his predecessor had been watching him for months. He didn't know the woman in his bed was a planted asset, or that the man trying to erase him owned the judges, the registrars, and the Deputy Commissioner of City Oversight. He didn't know any of it. He found out fast. Now Idris has the estate, the federal filing, and the one board seat in the city that makes every development contract Conrad Veil has ever filed completely worthless without his signature. Conrad thought he was deleting a variable, hell no. He created a weapon. The city is about to find out what a man from the Wards does when he stops surviving and starts building.

Marcell has had a sad and complicated life since he was a baby, growing up in an orphanage and then migrating alone to the big city for a more secure life. But things didn't go as easy as Marcell imagined. And good fortune seems impossible for him, when his girlfriend Jasmine cheats on him with the wealthy quarterback of the Yale University football team. "You are not my equal," Jasmine said with a frivolous smile. Marcell, who had no power and looked weak, could not defend himself. But his anger made him punch his girlfriend in the face. And Jasmine's lover pushed him until Marcell hit his head. When he woke up with his head bandaged, Marcell suddenly got a voice from his head. The robot's voice and the system screen in his view gave him a challenge and a fantastic amount of money.

Thane Ashworth's heart stopped in the cell— thief, embezzler, everyone said. It began to beat again four years earlier — pen in hand, the very contract that caused his downfall waiting for his signature. This time, he doesn't sign it. Desmond Kane has no knowledge that his protégé is back from a future that Thane has only seen. He is not aware that the numbers are already being monitored. But neither of them knows that Desmond wasn't the one pulling every string: someone higher than him has been conspiring to make Halcyon fall for much longer than 4 years — and Thane's second chance has just brought him into their cross hairs as well. He'll lose everything again before this is done. And he will raise it up with his own eyes again. Some debts aren't paid in money. Some have been paid in ruins.

Jack Gunter, a well-known assassin who fakes his own death just to hide from his criminal lifestyle. He gets married to a pretty lady and becomes the live in son in law of a man who wanted his head. Due to their humiliations upon him, Jack is forced to come back to his natural form, just to place his wrath on all who humiliated him. Would he show them who is boss in this world of crime? Or would you sit back, relax and read how THE MAN NAMED JACK GUNTER , will destroy all who chastised him? Val Writes IN A WORLD OF CRIME, ONLY THE STRONG WILL SURVIVE, BUT THE WEAK WILL BE TRAMPLED UPON. Please note, all societies in the book, are based on fictional ideas. They are unreal. READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED