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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.

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.