To Your Eternity Fushi

In the divided land of Elyndor, power is everything. Whether born a mage, a monster-slayer, or a martial savant, your destiny is carved by the strength of your Core. Rashford Oakwood has none. Mocked and discarded, he faces a gruesome death at the hands of raiders only to awaken in the ruins of his village with an unnatural force coursing through his veins. His soul has been reforged. His enemies do not yet realize they’ve made a monster. But Rashford does not seek revenge alone. He seeks answers: to the secrets his father died for, the powers that fear his awakening, and the war tearing Elyndor apart. Each chapter draws blood. Each battle writes history, And Rashford’s story is only just beginning.

“This isn’t a union Ken, it has never been one! Rather, it is charity.” Ashley interjected rudely forsaking the weight of her words. ******** Ken Gregory battled stigmatization and humiliation all his life due to his poor financial status. But eventually lost faith in humanity the day his wife celebrated her engagement with another man on their anniversary. During the climax of his turmoil, the table suddenly turned in his favour and he quickly transitioned from being stigmatized to inflicting stigma on his oppressors, when he found out he was the lost heir of the Grand Emperor Gregory of CidaVille. “I will make y’all eat your flesh and drink your blood for making my life miserable!” He lit his cigar and puffed it into thin air.

Everyone knows Valmor as a fugitive soldier—hunted, broken, barely surviving on the borders of war. No one knows the truth. No one knows he is the King of War, a name that alone makes enemies tremble and retreat. And yet, in a single cruel twist of fate, he discovers his entire family has been slaughtered—and the hand behind it belongs to his own ungrateful, treacherous fiancée…and them. Valhalla Calling: “Your fate was sealed the moment you chose me as your enemy. Even hell will spit you out when it learns you crossed me.” Death Calling: “Valmor has broken the law, and we have no choice call the Ruler of that Terrifying Place, The Drakmor and The Blackvale, they will deal with Him, and you know what’s going to happen if they come?”

Aleric died once already. Pushed off a rooftop by the same people who made his life a living hell. He thought that was the end. But then he woke up in Jusavia. He was in a new world, in a new infant body and a fresh chance to start all over again. He made himself one promise: never again would he be hopeless and weak. Never at the mercy of people who saw him as nothing. At fifteen, everyone in Jusavia awakens their Class. It's everything. Your power, your future, your entire worth as a person. Fire mages who burn through armies. Healers who pull people back from death itself. Aleric's Awakening Ceremony was supposed to change his life. It did. Just not the way anyone expected. While everyone else got their shiny new Class, fire this, sword that, holy whatever, Aleric got a blank screen and a room full of whispers. Classless. His father looked at him like he'd just dragged garbage into the house. His fiancée laughed in his face and tore up their engagement contract in front of the whole academy. The nobles who used to bow to his family name? They walked past him like he didn't exist. The academy sent a letter the same day. "We regret to inform you that your enrollment has been revoked." And so, they exiled him and shipped him off to the Frontier Training Grounds, a glorified dumping ground for failures and corpses. Aleric figured he'd die in the first dungeon. Just like he died on that rooftop. But this time, he wasn't going down without a fight. Then he killed his first monster, and something changed. Absorption activated: Skill acquired. He had gotten a skill that was going to change his life in ways he couldn't dare to fathom.

Granted another chance by Fate to redeem himself, Persia swore to make his oppressors all kneel before him. " Your first order young master? " " I want the Juans clan on their knees "

"If you want to collect your pay and something extra, quickly dispose off this and come for your pay," Harry sneered, tossing a used condom at Oliver with the contents spilling on Oliver's body. This is one of the many humiliations Oliver endured daily to meet his needs. In a world where wealth and status determine one's fate, Oliver, the campus poorest , saw his misery deepen when his girlfriend left him for the campus richest guy. When Oliver's despair reached its peak, fate intervened. He finds himself as the heir to the powerful Howard conglomerate, suddenly finding himself at the reins of affairs of its vast empire. Forgiveness is not an option. Oliver won't stop at nothing to avenge the wrongs done to him, exacting his revenge tenfold

“You have thirty days to reveal yourself.” That was the letter Knox Rivera received after inheriting an Empire built on blood, money hungry parasites, and secrets. What do you do when the brother of the man whose throne you inherited places a target on your back and uses your own name as bait to control you? When powerful enemies don’t see you worthy of owning what they believe belongs to them? Fresh out of prison, Knox is dragged into a deadly world where betrayal knows no limits, loyalty becomes too expensive, and every mistake costs blood. But while the city sees him as an unworthy heir… They fail to realize they are awakening something far more dangerous than the empire itself.

After dying during a failed buttocks enlargement, Jasmine who just won a contest as the most beautiful lady in the was reincarnated in the opposite of who she was in her formal life. As the ugliest baby on earth, Ugly-face must achieve his eartly target, or be send back to hell... What is Ugly-face babbling about?" Alicia asked as she make a face at me, pinch my left cheek and said, "you can smile as long as you like. I am not a fans of yours, and your smile can't change my mind." "Let's go and play with other children. His bizarre smiling is giving me chills," Betty announced, hissed and walked off. "Will you play with him for a while?" Alice asked Alicia. "No chance, buddy. I can't touch that thing with six feet long pole," Alicia answered back, peeked at my face and let out, "babies smiles are supposed to make someone to feel relaxed, but your smilling is giving us chills." Alicia left, and I was left alone with Alice who keeps smiling back at me. "Give me your hand, sweetheart," I mumbled as I stretched my right hand towards her. "Poor baby... He is lonely and want me to carry him." "Yes, Babe. Carry me up and plant a wet kiss on my lips."

From Erwin Wickison I never asked to be here. One moment I was living my life, and the next I was dragged—along with millions of others—into a place ruled by a system that treats us like pieces on a board. Every Game is built to break something, whether it’s a body, a mind, or the small parts of myself I keep pretending are “good.” I’ve watched people die. I’ve watched people change. And I know I’m changing too. I just hope there’s something human left in me by the end… if there’s even an end. WARNING. This book contains smut, psychological decay, moral collapse, human intimacy twisted into survival, and a variety of horrors that do not wait for your permission before sinking into your mind. It will not hold your hand. It will not apologize. And it will not stop once you open it. If you continue, you’re choosing to step into a sequence of events designed to peel apart the comfortable assumptions you rely on to feel “safe.” Some of you will be fascinated. Some of you will be disturbed. Most of you will not remain the same. I’m not here to reassure you. I’m only here to tell you one thing: Whatever you think this is, whatever you think you know… you don’t. And once you begin, you can’t go back. — Welcome to the Games

Max stepped forward, his heart racing as he searched the man’s face, looking for some resemblance, some hint of familiarity. “Who… who are you?” he managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper. The man studied him for a moment before responding, his voice thick with emotion. “I am Reginald Reid, your grandfather.” The words hit Max like a thunderbolt. “Grandfather?” he echoed, his mind racing. He had never imagined he had a family, much less one of such prominence. Reginald nodded, his gaze filled with a mixture of pride and regret. “Yes, Max. You are my grandson, and the last direct heir of the Reid family.” Max stepped forward, his heart racing as he searched the man’s face, looking for some resemblance, some hint of familiarity. “Who… who are you?” he managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper. The man studied him for a moment before responding, his voice thick with emotion. “I am Reginald Reid, your grandfather.” The words hit Max like a thunderbolt. “Grandfather?” he echoed, his mind racing. He had never imagined he had a family, much less one of such prominence. Reginald nodded, his gaze filled with a mixture of pride and regret. “Yes, Max. You are my grandson, and the last direct heir of the Reid family.” Max’s mind swirled with confusion. “But… why didn’t I know? Why didn’t anyone tell me?” A flicker of pain crossed Reginald’s face. “There were… complicated reasons. When your parents passed away under tragic circumstances, it was decided that you should be raised away from the family, for your own safety. It was not an easy choice, but it was necessary.” Max’s heart twisted at the mention of his parents. He’d spent his end of the year