The Billionaire's Prodigal Wife

"Gutter Boy", his friends would call him. Michael Guterson struggled with pain, humiliation, and bullying by his friends and course mates as a scholarship student at the renowned Coles University. Worst of, Diane, the woman he thought was his denied and insulted him publicly before cameras on her big day. All was happening because of one thing. He was poor, had nothing, and had no one. Not until Michael Guterson discovered he was not alone and had a family. Mama G was old and tired. Guterson's Empire MUST be HIS.

They threw him into the dark to feed a slumbering god. They didn't know the god was starving—and that the boy was hungrier. For ten thousand years, the Blood Lotus Sect has reigned supreme, built on a foundation of ruthless cultivation and a dark secret: they sacrifice their weakest newborns to the Abyssal Pit to appease an ancient horror. But when a nameless, hollow boy is tossed into the dark, he doesn't scream. He doesn't break. With a soul as empty as the void itself, he catches the eye of the dying god below. Instead of consuming him, the ancient entity makes him its vessel. Now, sharing his mind with a cynical, world-ending parasite, the boy climbs out of the abyss wearing the stolen skin and identity of a murdered Outer Court disciple named Dver. To the arrogant young masters and paranoid elders of the sect, Dver is just another piece of trash. A traumatized survivor clinging to the bottom of the hierarchy. They are dead wrong. He is an apex predator wearing a sheep’s skin, and his cultivation requires him to eat theirs. As Dver systematically infiltrates the sect, turning their deadly politics into his own personal hunting ground, he catches the eye of Lyra—the Sect’s flawless, untouchable Saintess. She believes she can purify the broken boy. She thinks she can save him. But Dver doesn't want salvation. He wants to slowly, deliciously corrupt her until she is just as monstrous as he is. A grand sacrifice is approaching. The elders are preparing to feast on the heavens. But they have no idea that the abyss is already walking among them, smiling, and waiting for the perfect moment to swallow them whole.

John Whitaker had nothing but his name—just a plain, useless name in a world ruled by money, influence, and cold-hearted power. He was the unwanted son-in-law of the Prestwick dynasty; an empire worth hundreds of billions. His marriage to Eleanor Prestwick was a shameful secret, something the Prestwick family pretended never happened, and whenever they had to acknowledge it, they reminded everyone that John was the charity case Eleanor brought home from a job internship in a poor neighborhood out of pity. They called him a parasite. They treated him like a stray dog that refused to leave. They spat on his dignity, sneered at his dreams, and sneered even louder when his mother was diagnosed with stage four pancreatic cancer. When he begged for help on his knees, in tears, in public; they laughed. John almost lost his will to live. But fate has a way of rewarding the broken. That very night, when he had no place to sleep, and his mother was on the brink of death in a public hospital ward stinking of poverty and pain, a letter arrived. An inheritance. John Whitaker was not who he thought he was. He was the sole blood heir to the late Howard Ravenshore, the secretive trillionaire who had disappeared from the global stage ten years ago. A man with holdings in every continent, silent power over more than forty governments, and a fortune beyond imagination. His assets were masked under shell companies, shadow trusts, and ghost accounts—untouchable, invisible, unstoppable. And now all of it belonged to John. In an instant, the man who once begged for pennies became the richest human being alive.

Imagine being a demon. The race that is hated by all and condemned by many. Now imagine if you were surrounded by these people. The type of people who hate you just for who you are. [DING!] [You have been transmigrated as a demon inside the world of Demon Among Us! Your task, survive the hero academy and surpassed the protagonist. You must corrupt and destroy the academy's student. Turn friendships into hate, loyalty into betrayal. Rewrite their fairytale into a tale of misery and suffering; and grow stronger from it. That is your mission. This mission was given by your Demon King, the very reason for your existence. Do not Fail! Go forth Abaddon!] #Transmutation #Adaptation #SCIFI #EXTRA #ACADEMY #Villain

Benjamin Joseph is a product of adultery. His mother had an affair before she conceived him. He has an ugly past; he saw a scene that ruined his mental health. Due to his past, he develops Othello Syndrome and only sleeps with women with certain physical features; green eyes and an hourglass figure- just like a certain woman. He meets Angela Davis, an entertainment reporter, who was humiliated by her ex at a party. "If he thinks he's found someone better, find someone better as well", he advised her that night as she wept heartbroken. They cross paths again and fall deeply in love with one another. Will she leave Joseph just like everybody does? Or will she help him get better? Will Joseph learn to trust and respect her love for him?

Once, Kael Draven was the Godslayer, the first mortal to ascend beyond godhood, feared by immortals and revered by mortals. But power breeds envy, and betrayal is sharper than any blade. Slain by his closest allies, Kael’s soul was shattered, his name erased from history. A thousand years later, Kael awakens in the body of a frail, ridiculed youth in a crumbling kingdom. The cultivation arts he mastered are now forgotten legends, and those who once knelt before him have risen as untouchable divine emperors. But Kael does not seek peace. Armed with ancient knowledge, a mysterious System of Vengeance, and a heart burning with wrath, he vows to reclaim his throne, not as a god, but as the one who will tear gods from their thrones. In a world where strength is law and the heavens conspire against him, one man will rise from the ashes to rewrite destiny itself.

No one knew how or why it happened, heck it would be weird if they knew. After all, what sane explanation could be given for how the Earth was suddenly enveloped by fog? That wasn't the strangest part though as out of the fog, unspeakable entities emerged to spread death and destruction. It didn't take long for civilization to fall as the death count entered into the billions. Mankind faced extinction at the hands of the Fog and the creatures within. During this period, a group of crazed scientists aided by the world governments, came together to erect a 300-floor edifice simply known as Haven in a bid to protect what was left of humanity. That was several years ago so I wouldn't know how they managed such a feat but because of their efforts, the last bastion of mankind was able to escape the horrors of the Fog. Within the Tower, A select few were unwilling to give up on the outside world and continued to fight against the Fog in a bid to reclaim our home. Some might call it a hopeless struggle, after all, Mankind's claim over the outside world is all but finished but I beg to differ! Earth is our home and no matter what, I will reclaim what was lost. This was a fight dad started and it is one I intend to finish, no matter the cost. My name is Jeremy Walker and this is the tale of our descent into madness...

"Ma, Samson promises. Samson is going to repent; I won’t be a thug anymore. I'm going to find a real, honest job. So please, Ma, don't come back to haunt me, okay?" Samson knelt, tears streaming down his face, though his expression still looked like someone ready to pick a fight with the Angel of Death. Bejo held out an umbrella. "Boss, it’s almost sunset. We need to go collect the 'protection money' from the cafe owner," he said. "Hey, Bejo! I just promised Ma that I’ve repented. You little devil! Do you want my mother to rise from her grave because of what you just said, huh?!" Samson stood up. His towering height, nearly two meters, made Bejo instinctively jump back three steps. "But Boss, our stomachs aren't exactly followers of the repentance movement," Bejo squeaked, trembling. Samson wiped his fierce face. "From this second on, call me Samson the Protector. I’m going to find honest work. Anything! As long as I'm not shaking people down anymore." A wealthy woman looked Samson up and down, scrutinizing him. "Your body is quite large. It just so happens I need a new guard dog. I just fired the old one because he was afraid of cockroaches." Samson was ready to explode. "Hey, lady! You think I—" "Fifty million a month. Meals are provided, and you get an Italian suit for a uniform. Interested?" the woman interrupted, handing him a gold-plated business card. Samson fell silent. He then whispered under his breath, "Ma, this is honest work, right? Just being a guard dog for a billionaire."

In a world where hunters brave deadly dungeons for fortune and glory, Sung-min and his friends are lowly E-rank hunters struggling to survive. When a routine mission goes wrong, they awaken a mysterious power tied to ancient systems, transforming them into something more than ordinary hunters. But as they grow stronger, they uncover a dark conspiracy that threatens their world. With rival hunters, powerful guilds, and demonic forces standing in their way, the group must navigate a dangerous path of betrayal, sacrifice, and self-discovery.

The year is 2100. Earth is no longer ours. Fifty years ago, an alien race brought humanity to its knees. What remains of us now hides in The Edge, a mirrored illusion of Earth, controlled by fear, lies, and silence. I was born in hiding. Raised to obey. Taught to fear the truth. But when I cross over into the real world and meet a mysterious hybrid girl who shouldn’t exist, everything I thought I knew begins to unravel. The aliens aren’t the mindless monsters we were told. The real enemy… might be leading us from within. Now I’m caught between two worlds: one built on secrets, the other built on blood. And the fate of both may rest on the shoulders of a boy who was never meant to survive. They call me Voidborn. I call this… a reckoning.