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‎My wife died on a Tuesday. ‎ ‎By Friday, her family had sold my daughter. Not for money. For bloodline. Because I gave them a girl, and they wanted a son. ‎ ‎They took her. Changed her name.Then they called me nothing. Tarnished my name. ‎ ‎I lost my job. My home. My reputation. They made sure every door in the city slammed in my face. ‎ ‎So I went where the doors don't exist. ‎ ‎Underground. Illegal. A fighting ring where men die for cash and the winners earn something richer than money: fear. ‎ ‎One fight became ten. Ten became forty. My face is broken. My hands are scarred. But my daughter still calls another man "Dad." ‎ ‎That ends now. ‎ ‎They think I'm scum beneath their shoes. ‎ ‎I'm about to become the most ruthless man this city has ever seen. ‎ ‎

An Introverted but brilliant person was forced to play a game he hates as a school project And when I say hate I mean Hate to the extent he cursed the game and its developers But the gods must hate him as he wakes up in a world he only saw through a screen He must survive and strive in this world of ancient powers And just before I forget "Your Majesty should I prepare the hall for the Grand Sect meeting in the afternoon" "........" "As is it you that is hosting it would be best to give them the lotus hall as a sign of good relation" "........" "Sect Leader...." "is there something not to your liking" "Sect Leader Sih.. " A SECT LEADER!!!

The sound of the wind was clear, it was a lucid reality. I keep on walking, I have no choice. Succumbing to my fate? Who knows. Despite the sound of death and the breeze of love, I abandon it all, therefore I embrace the emptiness. Withering with time and stuck in the pathway of it all. Fated to be a young master, doomed as a commoner. The sky fell to the ground but despite all of that he is bound to realize that everyone is equal in face of heaven and earth, in face of him including everyone. Journey of a mortal to an indescribable change, an indefinite trace of the trail of the chaos itself. The absolute chaotic neutrality. He shall be the fiend himself, and the saint himself in the gist of his situations.

They buried me with thirty-one bodies that weren’t mine to carry. I let them. Four years of silence. Four years of small and quiet and almost human. Then I walked into Roy’s house and read his death like a page from a manual I wrote with my own hands. That was their mistake. They didn’t just wake me up. They gave me a reason.

Life became a contest of predator and prey when I, Ella Quinn opened my eyes inside of the survival novel I bought for research purposes. The place was rather dreadful to visualize with my own eyes. Ogres, monsters and creatures, huge as a bear I had to survive through all these. But in order to escape from here I needed help from the characters of the novel. My journey began with finding them out one by one. However something didn't sit right about that peculiar world until all of us discovered the hidden truth behind our surroundings.

Ghosts.. Demons.. Monsters.. are they real? You might've heard about them from movies and tv shows. Hell! you might've sensed them under the covers of your sheets. Scared, you might've reported this to your parents as a child who only dismisses this as a childish tantrum and told you that it was going to be alright. Told you to not be afraid.. However should you? Hell no! You should be afraid! because these monsters are not just a figment of your imagination.. they are real! Believe me, I know this because I hunt them down myself! I am Jason Chris.. A Mystique Hunter! . . I retain copyrights to the book cover

Description: Moving past the death of his only friend and teacher. Orb heads into the world to find a way to die happy and fulfilled. Though the boy who lives in the present carries the weight of something that lived in the past. A curse, a blessing, a legacy. The story of those who carry things they should never have had to, and the choices of their lives which affect them and the world as a whole. Three chapters a week. link to cover artist: https://www.fiverr.com/winda_chu?source=inbox  Usually, somewhere between 2000 and 3000 words per chapter. Notice: This will be a long, long story, so it will be a slow burn for at least the first two arcs. But if you are interested in a long, wide-ranging story, I hope you will read. Notice 2: I will be fixing the grammar of the chapter within my story, around 5 per day, starting from 25/05/2025. I have heard the grammar in the earlier chapter has been an issue for many, and admittedly, I have always sucked at that aspect, which I have gotten a lot better at over the years, so I will be redoing that. Logs and other special chapters are not included in this five-chapter count. Notice 3: All corrections are done.

i took my own life expecting anime style reincarnation but little did I know the harsh truths about the gods and reincarnation process

I am Bella and this is my story. I was too heart broken from my boyfriend's betrayal that I wanted to get some fresh air, a few moments away from the poisonous reality of my mind drenching life. So i signed up for a reality game. My zeal had led me to this abandoned town where nothing made a single sense. Realizing that my life and that of my newly found friends were in danger, we had to do whatever it takes to leave this town and save the villagers. But first we have to uncover the secret behind the whispering shadows that kidnapped people and the creepy mansion on the outskirt

Unknown to me, I wasn’t the worthless piece of shit my in laws view me to be. I was the strongest member of a secret clan who lost his memory while on a mission. Years gone had given my enemy the perfect time to destroy all I left behind. But now I’m back, and every single of those who crossed me would feel the wrath me; The Almighty Mael Ze’Ev had in store for them all. …………… “Pick your poison Joe, you can either step down and remain honored, or be stubborn and watch me wipe the floor with you.”