The Plot

“You worthless piece of trash! I see prison life has messed with your brain! What makes you think Maggi was ever yours?!” Liam said vehemently. Byron clenched his fist bitterly, “I’m her husband.” Hearing those words, Maggi stood and threw her saliva on Byron's face. “It’s obvious poverty still hasn't let you be. Stop acting like a fool! I'm no wife to an Ex-convict!” After serving a jail term in place of his brother-in-law to please his wife, Byron gets out of jail and was greeted with a hot moan from his wife.

“How could you Jack, how could you bring such disgrace to me and my family?” Jack’s wife berated him after setting him up with drugs. “Move it, you asshole!” The corrupt cops bundled Jack into their van and took him away. For days, Jack was beaten and tortured for something he did not do, until he was finally tricked into signing his divorce papers. His in-laws rejoiced greatly. They had sent their live-in son-in-law to prison, an ordinary Jack Bolton, but when he came out and reunited with his estranged family, he became their nemesis, THE UNSTOPPABLE JACK BOLTON.

The grand hall of the Phoenix family estate was filled with people, all waiting with baited breath for the arrival of the exiled grandson. Finally, the doors at the far end of the room swung open and the crowd erupted into cheers and applause as Nicholas strode confidently into the room. He was tall and mysterious, with an air of authority that overwhelmed everyone present. He wore a diamond encrusted face mask which only had two openings revealing his piercing blue eyes. His dark hair was styled in a sleek, modern cut, and he wore a tailored suit that showed off his broad shoulders and athletic build. As he made his way through the crowd, people reached out to touch him, as if to confirm that he was real. He was Lord Fitzpatrick favorite grandson, returned from exile after three years of being away from his family and his home. The family conference meeting was held in the grand dining hall of the family's estate. The tables and chairs had been pushed to the sides of the room, leaving a clear space in the center. The entire family, including his parents, aunts, uncles, stepmother's, concubines and cousins, had gathered and were now kneeling on the ground, their heads bowed in shame. Nicholas stood in the center of the room, looking down at his family with a mixture of shock and confusion. He had been falsely accused of poisoning his late grandfather and had been shunned by his family for three years. These people bowing before him were the ones who casted him away, made him an outsider. Now he was going to be their Lord and master. At the front of the room, The family's patriarch, his father stepped forward and knelt down on the floor. "Welcome home, our Lord."

What is the role of those third-rate villains in games or novels? I asked this question to myself quite a number of times. They don't have major screen time, but some of them have a huge effect on the storyline. And, if one of them hadn't played their role correctly, what would happen to the storyline? It seems like I am going to answer those questions since I became the third-rate villain in an RPG game. ------------------------------0----------------------------------- Chapter length 1000-2000 words.

"Are you Jason Paul Decker?" Jason stared at the men all dressed in black suits and dark shades, looking like casts from the movie MIB. "Who's asking?" "We're from your grandfather, sir James Decker. He wants to know when you intend on taking over your father's business." ~•~ Jason lived a rather simple life with his wife in New York. Broke and unable to get himself a job, he lived as the worthless son in law of the West family. One fateful morning, he ran into some men who told him a secret that would change his life forever.

How far would a father go to save his sons? What lengths would he take? How big a sacrifice would he make just to amend a wrong he committed centuries ago and give his sons a chance at a normal life. The Seventh Son is about a man who cheated on his beloved on their wedding day and centuries later his sons are still paying for his one mistake. But then one day he decided to father a son that would match the curse bestowed on him, A son that his beloved would not dare touch. Would it work and put a stop to a centuries old curse or would it backfire and unleash a worse curse. Follow me on this journey of a lover that cursed her man to suffer for eternity.

Duth has died, along with his cousin. The tragic fate of two, the dearly loved another as family. However Duth returned to his world crashing down. Home town aflame, a lich choking his cousin.. Soon after his death. He wanted to stay dead, he was at peace. But centuries later that peace once more came crashing down. His cousins soul torn away from the realm of the dead, her pained agonizing cries stirred him, his rage. When he awoke from memories, the realm of the dead felt an untold rage! After a deal with a god Duth returns with the vengeance to sear stars, with him a gift follows. Will Duth find his cousin and slay those who dared step on the dead, or will he be consumed by hos hatred and hunt all of existence into deaths grasp?

Daniel Biao was kicked out of his family when he was only 10. From that day he was adopted by a mystery old man, who taught him all kinds of knowledge. At the age of 16, he became the best killer on Dark Web. At 17 he got his PhD degree in the best university. At 20 he became the most famous doctor among the rich guys... However, when he was 24, he disappeared. The richest men are all trying to find out him to save their lives, people on dark web are trying to find him to assassinate their enemies... In Cloud city, a young man walked into Wilson family, he took out a marriage contract and was mocked. “The loser like you want to marry our daughter? It’s a daydream!” But Daniel just shredded the contract. “No, I’m here to regret it.”

Arnold lived in misery all his life. Everyone always looked down on him. One night, at the hotel where he worked part-time, he witnessed his wife being proposed to by Victor Galvoir, a wealthy man in the country. Arnold demanded an explanation from his wife for all this, and he was shocked to find that his wife had been cheating on him since a year ago. Because Arnold had ruined his special proposal event, Victor sent men to beat him. On the verge of death, Arnold was found by an old, richest woman who claimed him to be her lost grandson. “You are my lost grandson, Arnold. You are Arnold Winster!”

In the God Domain, Cultivators were few but each of them wielded power that would make them known as gods. How did they come to have such power? By comprehending the laws between heaven and earth and became those very laws. But something occurred, a youth that hadn’t gained the acknowledgment of the heavens to become a cultivator chance upon Qi. Determined to reverse the bad hand faith had dealt him he started researching it and came to a shocking conclusion. The laws that the heavens prevented him from comprehending were swirling around in this strange energy! The youth thought that if he could somehow control Qi then he could defy the heavens and become a cultivator. Without any hesitation, he began researching more and found that the only way to control this newfound energy was to absorb it into his body. After many years of preparations, he did exactly that. However, he promptly died from the finger size strand he absorbed. Ten years after his death a cultivator found his journal and decided to further study this fascinating idea! Skipping forward to an unknown period in the future and a baby was born into a powerful royal family as the second prince. Upon his birth, this child had the laws of heaven and earth swirling around him. This sent the royal court into a stir, everyone thought the heavens had blessed the Emperor’s second son! But while this was happening, the baby prince that was just born saw the midwife conjure water to clean him from thin air using a Qi spell. Upon seeing this the baby’s eyes widen into saucers while a voice screamed hysterically in his head. “W-WHO THE FUCK STOLE MY IDEA!?!”