To X Who Doesn't Love Me

Constantine was once the God of Mercenary, feared and revered by all who knew him, but an accident on the battlefield cost him his reputation and stripped him of his title. Now he is simply Constantine Easton, a low rank security guard and the estranged son of a billionaire father that didn't want him. He is a man who likes staying at the bottom and living his life without the struggles of being at the top, but what happens when the only way to protect all the beauties around him is climbing to the top? "You think you can take what is mine because you're stronger than me? You don't know who you're dealing with." If life throws a bullet his way, he'll pick it up and shoot the hell out of whoever dares get on his nerves. If he had touched the sky before, then he'll go past the stars now. "Only I will be king."

“Stormbearer,” the whispers call, trailing Kael Dorian through the fractured kingdom of Valtheris. A mercenary scarred by war, he wields the Stormreaver Blade—a cursed relic forged from a god’s bones, its power tearing at his soul. A blood-sealed decree binds him to Serenya Nightfall, an exiled princess whose hidden bloodline could unlock the Celestial Gates… or unleash their doom. Hunted by the fanatical Veilborn and shadowed by warlords craving his blade, Kael battles a storm within that threatens to consume him. Serenya, fierce and defiant, holds secrets that could shatter empires—or save them. Together, they face assassins, forbidden magic, and a prophecy that entwines their fates in love and chaos. As tempests rage and gods stir, one truth burns: the Stormreaver doesn’t just kill. It carves destinies. And some fates are written in blood.

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.

They took everything from him, then they framed him in debt and told him to figure it out. Hiroshi Tanaka has three days to come up with three million credits or his mother dies. The Kuroda family did all of it. They set him up, drained his accounts, and got his own girlfriend to stand up in court and lie about him. Now they're sitting on the one thing he can't walk away from, the machine keeping his mother alive. Then something appears in his vision that shouldn't be there. [Gratitude System Activated] [Rule: Protect. Receive. Grow.] He doesn't understand it. He doesn't trust it either. But when a debt collector shows up and starts pushing his childhood friend around, something in Hiroshi breaks open and the System drops money into his account that has no explanation and his body and strength change in ways he couldn't understand. The Kuroda still think he's a broke student with nowhere to go. They didn't know a gratitude system had been activated for him which made him richer and stronger. He will soon make them regret using him.

Ding!* "Dear Esteemed Customer, You have just received the sum of 10 billion. Credit alert: $10,000,000,000..." From cast-out husband to billionaire with the power to rewrite the rules... Once upon a time, Davis was blindsided—betrayed and tossed out by a wife who showed no remorse. But years later, he’s back, and the tables have turned. Now, his ex-wife begs, “Please, I was wrong, let’s start over.” Her mother offers, “I’ll cook, clean, serve you…anything to have you back.” But Davis, with a fortune of $10 billion and a fleet of helicopters at his command, doesn’t look back. “Too late for regrets,” he says as he soars above, leaving behind the past for a life they never saw coming!

Ever wondered why isekai protagonists always wake up comfortably in bed, complete with their predecessor's memories and a tearful sister/maid at their side? Well, our hero isn't so lucky. No convenient memory inheritance. No peaceful awakening. No helpful NPC guide. Instead, Kyle opens his eyes to find himself bound and at the mercy of a ruthless sorceress wielding a whip, demanding answers he doesn't have. Zero tutorial, straight to the boss fight. "Talk! Or else…" "Lady, I don't even know who I am!" Trapped in a medieval fantasy world where magic is heresy and the Church hunts practitioners without mercy, Kyle must navigate political intrigue, dodge religious persecution, and somehow survive the schemes of a dangerous sorceress - all while armed with nothing but his wits and a mysteriously acquired AI companion with a talent for unhelpful commentary. Welcome to a fantasy world where: Your enemies are smarter than you Your allies might kill you tomorrow The Church wants you dead And your snarky AI buddy won't stop critiquing your life choices

Mason's life takes a sharp turn when he's falsely accused by his boss's spoiled daughter, leaving him with nowhere to run. But just when things couldn't get worse, his world is flipped upside down again—he’s sold to Olivia, a powerful heiress, who buys him to play the role of her fake fiancé in exchange for his freedom. It doesn't end there as a new figure emerges with the claim that Mason is actually the long lost heir to the Steele dynasty. Thrown into a world of wealth and manipulation, Mason struggles to navigate the new dangers and allure of his new life. As tensions rise and their staged romance blurs into something real, Mason finds himself torn between duty and desire. But as secrets unravel and the past refuses to stay buried, can Mason trust Olivia with more than just his heart? His life is no longer his own—and neither is his heart.

Five years ago, Max went to the military in his brother in-law's place and was declared dead. They took his wife, beat his child and they sold his family like livestock. Now he’s back. In uniform still stained by war, Max walks into a city that thought it buried him and says one thing, “Touch what’s mine again, and I’ll erase your bloodline.” They laugh at him, call him poor and useless. Until elites bow, trillion-dollar companies answer his call and men who once spat on his name start kneeling. His wife stands between fear and pride. His enemies stand between arrogance and extinction. And Max stood at the very top, looking down on his enemies, “You had five years to breathe,” he says calmly. “Now start counting backwards.” Power isn’t loud. Power doesn’t explain. Power comes home… and collects.

I don’t even know where to begin. The vampire or the deadly twins, Desire and Despair. But they all have their motives in my life. A part to play. On one hand the vampires carry what I need. The ring of the damned. On the other hand the twins might be the only people to help me know who I’m. What I’m. But I need to play it well, if I have even the slightest chance of surviving what they have planned for me.

She thought she was using him. He'd been searching for her for twelve years. "Listen carefully," Diana Morrison's voice cuts through the study like ice. "These are the terms of our marriage arrangement, and they are non-negotiable." Marcus Hayes sits across from her in his worn suit, agreeing to every humiliating condition without protest. Separate bedrooms. No physical contact. Divorce after one year. "Do you have any backbone at all?" Diana demands, frustrated by his compliance. What she doesn't know: Marcus is the Supreme God of War of West America, commander of armies, controller of trillion-dollar empires. Twelve years ago, a starving orphan boy received kindness from a young girl who shared her meager lunch. He never forgot her. Now that girl stands before him—cold, calculating, believing she's trapped a desperate nobody in a fake marriage to escape her family's control. "Perhaps I am desperate," Marcus admits softly. "But not in the way you think." When the Romano and Bennett families attack, when her business crumbles, when assassins lurk in shadows—Marcus moves like the warrior he is, leaving enemies broken and allies in awe. "Who are you?" Diana whispers, watching him dismantle threats with surgical precision. Marcus's slight smile holds secrets that could reshape nations. "I'm your husband." She thought their contract marriage had an expiration date. She has no idea the Supreme God of War never lets go of what's his. He spent twelve years building an empire to be worthy of protecting her. Now he'll spend a lifetime proving she was always meant to be his.