To X Who Doesn't Love Me

Gary, a young fellow who doesn't even have a job, gets suddenly tasked with fighting for the world! Witness the riveting tale of Gary as he journeys the world and tears all opposition apart!

I learned early that if you’re born at the bottom, the world doesn’t hate you. It just doesn’t see you. I wasn’t mistreated. I was useful. A donor. A background presence. The kind of person wealthy families keep around until they don’t need him anymore. I got good at being invisible. Then someone pointed a gun at my chest. And Seraphina Knowles, the most powerful woman in the city said, “Apologize to him.” Men who wouldn’t have remembered my name minutes earlier dropped to their knees. It should’ve felt like victory. It didn’t. Because power doesn’t erase what you were. It tests what you’ll become. Behind closed doors, I’m the Chairman of Prism Dragon Group. I could end careers with a signature. Crush bloodlines with paperwork. But I don’t move in anger. I watch. And when I start watching, I find something rotting inside my own empire money disappearing too carefully to be a mistake. Betrayal hiding behind polished smiles. This stops being about humiliation. It becomes war. Bennett Sterling inherited power but never discipline. He mistakes noise for strength. I let him believe that. Men who panic expose themselves. Now arrests are being made. Empires are trembling. And the boardroom is about to learn who truly holds authority. I won’t smile. This was never about proving them wrong. It was about making sure no one will ever decide my worth again.

Marcus had it all, a stable job, a home, and a wife he loved. But in one brutal week, everything falls apart. After years of being mistreated at work, he finally snaps and quits, only to come home and find his wife in bed with another man. She wants a divorce. She owns the house. He’s out. Now broke, homeless, and alone, Marcus struggles to survive. Humiliated, hungry, and pushed to his limit, he spends his last few dollars on cheap food, only to be mocked by the woman who once promised to love him. Then, in the pouring rain, a speeding car hits him and doesn’t stop. But rock bottom is just the beginning.

Arthur Vance was a titan of modern industry—a ruthless corporate strategist who mastered the art of the hostile takeover. But when a betrayal ends his life in the 21st century, he wakes up in the body of Julian Valerius, the disgraced, "waste" illegitimate son of a dying Emperor. ​In a world governed by ancient steel and noble bloodlines, Julian is a man with a target on his back. His six half-brothers, each a powerful warlord or cunning politician, have already signed his death warrant to secure their path to the throne. He has no army, no wealth, and a reputation as a drunken fool. ​But he has a mind the medieval world isn't prepared for. ​Using his knowledge of modern economics, chemical engineering, and psychological warfare, Julian begins his ascent from the mud of the slums. ​He turns sour grain into Liquid Gold, a distilled spirit that corrupts the empire’s elite and funds his private shadow army. ​He recruits Elena Vance, a legendary but betrayed General, turning her into the sword that will carve his path to glory. ​He builds a network of "Rats"—the beggars and outcasts—creating the first global intelligence agency in history. ​As the Empire spirals into a bloody civil war, Julian doesn't just fight for survival; he executes a takeover. From the smoke of the slums to the gold of the high court, the "Waste Prince" will prove that in the face of modern logic, even the strongest crown is nothing more than gilded lead. ​Witness the birth of an Empire where gold speaks louder than swords, and a bastard's shadow looms over the world.

They burned his home. They erased his family. And for ten years, they believed Dante Moretti was dead along with the ashes. He returns with nothing but cheap clothes, a cold stare, and fists trained by the legendary Master Armani—the man who turned him into a weapon. In a city ruled by money and bloodlines, Dante is mocked as a nobody, humiliated as a stray, and treated like dirt by elites who don’t know whose empire they’re standing in. When he saves a powerful heiress from death, she repays him with contempt, believing he’s just another poor man reaching above his place. What she doesn’t know is that he owns the sky above her head and her family’s fate is already tied to his. Forced into a marriage meant to control him, Dante steps into the lion’s den willingly because kings don’t avoid traps. They turn them into thrones. This is not a story about love at first sight. It’s about power reclaimed, enemies crushed, and a man who lets the world laugh… right before it learns to bow. Insults turn into kneeling. Laughter turns into fear. And every man who once looked down on him pays in ruin. They called him a nobody. Now the city will learn his name in a hard way.

When creation shattered, the pieces remembered the one who broke it. Kael Ardent was a scientist chasing the impossible, a machine that could bend time and save the woman he loved from death. But the moment he activated it, the world fractured. Reality splintered into countless realms, each a reflection of his grief, his guilt, and his forgotten power. Now stranded between dimensions and hunted by the echoes of what he once was, Kael must journey through broken worlds born of his own mistakes. In every realm, he faces a truth he tried to bury, that the universe itself remembers him and demands balance. From the ashes of dying cities to the silence at the edge of eternity, Kael’s path becomes one of redemption and revelation. The deeper he ventures, the more he learns that the fracture is not merely destruction but rebirth, and that love can shape even the laws of creation. To mend existence, Kael must confront the one force greater than his own will, the shadow of himself that seeks to finish what he began. Fractured Realms is a cosmic epic of light and ruin, blending science, fantasy, and emotion into a story of one man’s struggle to rebuild the worlds he destroyed and the love that refuses to die even when reality does.

Commander Riven has buried seventeen teams. He won't bury this one. A quantum weapon that can erase history has been stolen from a frozen research facility, and the only man who understands it—Dr. Kael—is the same man who built it. Forced into a war he never wanted, Kael must join Riven's covert strike team on a suicide mission to stop a ghost from rewriting reality itself. The Wraith doesn't want money. He doesn't want power. He wants to become the architect of human history, erasing every mistake, every war, every innocent death—by deleting the people who caused them. And he's already started. But the quantum device doesn't just bend time. It fractures it. Every use tears reality further apart, creating pockets of frozen seconds where enemies can hide, battles can last lifetimes, and death is no longer permanent. Riven and Kael have seventy-two hours before the device fully stabilizes and The Wraith becomes unstoppable. There's only one way to win: destroy the machine. But when Kael discovers The Wraith's true identity—and the secret buried beneath the ice—he realizes the device may be the only thing standing between humanity and an even greater threat. Time is running out. The mission is impossible. And the dead are already walking. One wrong second. Two broken men. All of history hanging in the balance.

🩸 ULTIMATE NECROMANCER SYNOPSIS Kaelen was supposed to die. Crushed beneath the weight of a collapsing raid boss and his own piss-poor judgment, he welcomed oblivion like an old drinking buddy with a grudge. Instead, he woke up naked, undead, and holding a glowing black tome that whispered sweet apocalypses into his ear like a horny banshee with no sense of personal space. Now the world is his buffet, and death is just the starter. Armed with a god-tier necromancer class, Kaelen doesn’t build an army—he cultivates a fucking family of unhinged monsters. From Nyssara, his banshee lieutenant who flirts through evisceration, to Mourn, the disgruntled bone-construct with attachment issues, his undead legion is a trauma-bonded mess of love, war, and co-dependence. The gods have rules. Kaelen writes fanfiction about breaking them. Welcome to a world where magic is a drug, love is weaponized, and the word "cunt" is a comma.

Ten years ago, Alastor Vikir lost everything in a fire that consumed his family and his home. With nothing but ashes and unanswered questions, he disappeared from the world, training under a master of survival with one singular purpose: find the truth and make someone pay. Now he's back in London, but the city he returns to isn't the one he left behind. Enrolled in university under a false name, Alastor watches over Chloe Everstone—the girl whose family saved his life when he had nothing. But protecting her means navigating a world of wealth, privilege, and secrets he never asked to be part of. Including an arranged marriage to Seraphina Belmond, the sharp-tongued heiress who doesn't even know who he really is. As old memories resurface and new dangers emerge, Alastor realizes the fire that destroyed his life wasn't an accident. And the people responsible? They're still out there. Some truths are buried for a reason. Some fires never stop burning. And some debts can only be paid in blood.

Julian gave up his wealth, his family, and his identity for the woman he loved. For three years, he lived as a mocked and humiliated house husband while secretly helping his wife rise to the top. But on their anniversary night, he discovers the cruel truth—he was never more than a placeholder in her heart. Betrayed and discarded, Julian finally walks away. What his ex-wife doesn’t know is that the “useless” man she looked down on is actually the hidden heir to a business empire powerful enough to crush everything she built. And now that he’s done loving her… He’s taking everything back.