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After finding out her husband has been and is cheating on her, Diana meets with a terrible accident on her way from a night club party, where she had gone to drown away her sorrow. When she wakes up few weeks later, she loses her memories and was unable to tell who she was. "Ma'am, you're weeks pregnant and though lost your memories due to the accident" the Doctor stated. How she got pregnant she didn't know? Who she was, she didn't know. Six years later, After rehabilitation, she returns back to the city with her triplets and meets her ex husband whom she no longer recognizes. Now, Her husband is set to win her back as well as her triplets but, her triplets has a striking resemblance with the president General.

This is a story of a young football player hoping to make a name in the world, his name is George Wenton. His dream seems quite difficult to achieve, or impossible due to his ineligibility to feature in his only gateway to play for his dream club, Alla Madrid, one of the best clubs in the world. As all hope seems lost, his best friend, Imikah Donn comes up with an alternative which is playing for the English National Team, the English Champions. On his debut, he performs so badly, people label him a failure. He has decided to die but just at that moment, a system appears claiming to be the only solution to his problem. Will he trust this strange system which promises to level-up his skills and him as a footballer? Even if he does, will Wenton be able to perform all the tasks assigned daily to him by the system, penalty of non-performance which is death? DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction, names similar to real life characters are pure coincidence.

Beneath the city's skin, another city breathes. Every soul is a puppet. You just have to find the strings." Detective Davon Deshaun is a man built on rituals and "psychic bricks," trying to fortify his mind against the weight of every unsolved case he carries like a stone in his pocket. But in a city bleeding from a string of brutal murders, the "pattern" is a grim, tightening noose around the precinct’s neck. When a young woman is found mutilated at the upscale club Michelin’s—her body treated like a "twisted work of art"—Davon is thrust into a nightmare he can’t escape. Worse, he’s forced to partner with the only person who can find the cracks in his foundation: his former partner and ex-girlfriend, the cool, professional Claire McGuire. As they navigate the wreckage of their shared history, they are hunted by The Architect—a sadistic mastermind who doesn't just kill, but designs entrapment. Leaving behind charcoal sketches of his future horrors, The Architect is building a "custom-tailored prison" around the detectives themselves. Davon and Claire soon realize they aren't just the investigators. They are the centerpiece of a grotesque exhibition. In a game where the walls are already rising, can they find the man pulling the strings before they become the next "finishing touch"?

Ryan spent years working his fingers to the bone as a low-level country club caddie, swallowing his pride just to secure a future for the girl he loved. But cold reality crushed his dreams in a single afternoon when his girlfriend publicly abandoned him for an arrogant, wealthy trust-fund heir, leaving Ryan fired, humiliated, and cast out into the dirt. At his absolute lowest point, a mechanical chime rings inside his head: [Ding! The Absolute Appraiser System has successfully integrated with the Host!] Suddenly, Ryan's eyes can see through the grandest deceptions of the world, instantly revealing the true value, hidden flaws, secrets, and future trajectories of any object or person within his gaze. A seemingly rusted coin buried in the mud turns out to be a priceless antique; a flawless piece of executive jade is exposed as a synthetic counterfeit; and the hidden crimes of corporate magnates are laid completely bare before his eyes. From an impoverished outcast to an all-powerful capital overlord, watch as Ryan climbs the ranks of high society, shatters his rivals, and forces everyone who ever looked down on him to beg for his mercy. In a world ruled by wealth, Ryan’s word is now the absolute law!

Vance was born to bleed. In the neon lit gutters of Veridian City, he survives by taking brutal beatings as a sparring partner for elite underground martial artists. He has zero power, no money, and a massive syndicate debt hanging over his head. When a rigged deathmatch goes wrong, Vance is tossed into a wet alley with a shattered spine and a punctured lung. As his vision fades and the cold rain washes his blood away, a cold mechanical voice echoes in his mind. System Initialized. Lethal Damage Detected. Activating Extraction Protocol. Vance does not just heal. He awakens with the terrifying ability to extract the stats, combat skills, and hidden memories of anyone he defeats. The weak, pathetic punching bag is gone forever. In his place stands a predator. His first target is the fight club boss who left him for dead. His next target is the entire corrupt underworld of Veridian City. They thought they buried a nobody. They actually unleashed a system bound monster. Now, every single enemy he crushes only makes him stronger, faster, and deadlier. The entire city will soon learn to fear his new name. He will consume all their stolen power without mercy.

Ever wished you could read minds? Raditya did—until a freak lightning bolt actually gave him the power. Overnight, he transforms from Liberty High's resident invisible nerd into its most drooled-over guy. But there’s a catch: his new "thought-radio" is stuck at max volume, and he can't turn it off. Imagine trying to survive a date while listening to a girl's hyper-explicit fantasies about you, or attempting to pass AP Physics when your classmates’ brains are broadcasting nothing but panic attacks, TikTok trends, and petty grudges. It’s an absolute, hilarious, and nauseating nightmare. But beneath the hormonal chaos and fake smiles of high school, a real mystery is brewing. Raditya discovers a girl whose mind is a completely silent sanctuary, gets roped into a sketchy underground paranormal club that wants to use him as a radar, and crosses paths with a dangerous new guy who can forcefully shut his powers down. Is Raditya losing his mind? Is he some kind of psychic superhero? Or is he just a ridiculously hot teenager trapped in the loudest, filthiest frequency on earth? Brace yourself for a hilarious, edgy dive into one guy’s chaotic quest to find a mute button for the human race.

Marcus Kane spent three years as the Sinclair family's favorite punchline... the son-in-law with no job, no title, and apparently no use. When Gerald Sinclair finally forces the divorce through, the family celebrates like they've cut off a dead limb. They should have checked who owns the building they celebrated in. Marcus isn't unemployed. He's Meridian Holdings, the anonymous company that has spent a decade quietly buying up everything the Sinclairs depend on, and, as of eleven days ago, the controlling stake in Sinclair Group itself. He never wanted a war. He wanted them to stop needing him to be small. Now that they've made their choice, he's done pretending he doesn't have one of his own. One asset at a time, the headquarters lease, the country club, the merger meant to save them...Marcus takes back what was always his, all while sitting through Sunday dinners in the same worn jacket, letting them talk over him like furniture. Every man who thought he could take a piece of Marcus's world for free is about to learn there was always a silent owner in the room. He didn't come back to be loved. He came back to collect.

For three years, Julian Cross played the perfect, obedient house husband, swallowing every insult from his entitled wife and her venomous family just to pay off his dead father's debts. His reward? A stack of divorce papers thrown in his face on their anniversary, and a mocking laugh as she walked out the door with a billionaire trust-fund kid. "Sign the papers, you useless parasite," she sneered, looking down at him like he was garbage. "You're a broke deadbeat, Julian. You'll never amount to anything." Julian didn't argue. He didn't beg. He just looked at the glowing blue screen only he could see, and chose Option 2. CRACK. He slapped her across the face, signed the papers, and walked out into the night. [Ding! Choice confirmed. Reward: $10,000,000,000 in liquid cash, God-Level Medical Skills, and a 30% controlling stake in her new boyfriend's company.] Now, the "trash" ex-husband is buying out their country club just to evict them on the spot. He’s pulling dying billionaires back from the brink of death to build an untouchable empire, and ruthlessly crushing the arrogant elites who thought they could step on him. "You thought I was a stray dog you could just kick around?" Julian whispered, looking down at his ruined ex-wife and her bankrupt new boyfriend as they begged on their knees. "You forgot one thing about stray dogs. We bite."

The city calls him “nobody.” On paper, he’s just a broke young man with nothing but scars and a bad attitude. But in the shadows, Caden Pierce is the Septamillionaire Heir—the ruthless King of the Underworld. His enemies fear him. The elite don’t even know he exists… yet. After ten years of brutal training, Caden’s ready to tear his enemies apart and claim everything that’s his. When the spoiled heiress Vivian Montgomery is thrown into his arms—literally—he gets a taste of power, privilege, and the poison of high society. She calls him a “nobody.” Her circle mocks him. They have no idea he owns the ground they walk on. “You think money makes you untouchable?” Caden smirks, stepping over his latest rival. “Sweetheart, I buy men like you for sport and toss them out with yesterday’s trash.” But when the old-money dynasties scheme to bury him, and gunmen storm the club with Vivian in their sights, Caden doesn’t blink. “Let’s get something straight,” he growls, shoving a pistol under the lead thug’s chin. “You came for a princess. You found the king.” Enemies want his head. Socialites want his wallet. And Vivian—she wants him gone. But Caden Pierce didn’t survive hell to bow to anyone. He’s got seven million reasons to settle old scores. And one savage promise: this city will remember his name. Buckle up. The king is back—and he’s done playing nice.

“I scrubbed floors and drove taxis for three years to put you through law school. And you’re leaving me the day you make partner?” For three years, Arthur Vance sacrificed everything for his wife, Eleanor. He worked three grueling jobs, skipped meals, and buried his own dreams just to pay her tuition. But the moment she became a high-profile lawyer, she handed him a divorce paper and a mocking $100,000 severance check. Her new billionaire fiancé, Julian, just laughed in Arthur's face. "She's a swan, Arthur. And you're just the mud she had to wade through to fly." Stripped of his dignity, his home, and his wife, Arthur is kicked out into the freezing rain with exactly $14.32 to his name. His life is over. Until a cold, synthetic voice echoes in his mind. [Trauma Threshold Reached. Emotional Detachment Detected.] [Binding: The Infinite Wealth System.] [Current Balance: $999,999,999,999,999.00] Arthur is granted access to a bank account with limitless funds. But there is a catch: the money must be used to consume assets, destroy enemies, and conquer society. With every billion he spends, the System rewards him with superhuman strength, lethal martial arts, and elite skills. Eleanor thought she was upgrading when she left him. Julian thought he could crush a penniless delivery driver. But what happens when Julian tries to host an ultra-luxury engagement party, only to find out Arthur just bought the entire VIP club with his pocket change? What happens when the "worthless mud" she threw away starts buying out the city's banks, underground syndicates, and corporate empires overnight? They wanted him to be realistic. Now, he's going to show them a new reality. Keep your hundred grand, Eleanor. I'm going to buy the world.