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Shawn's life seemed like a joke. He wasn't living well and was always suffering. Until a woman appeared in front of him, and said they should get married. That triggered something Shawn could never have imagined. The man received a notification. The God level selection system... what will happen next?

Ethan is a Pizza Delivery Guy for Timekeepers. Meaning he can travel thought Space and Time. Isn't that awesome? That's the perks of being an Irregular. But what if he was suddenly tasked to deal with problems that were not part of the job description? Add another irregular to take care of, that will surely sum up to oh-so-fun adventures.

(EXTRACT) Memories of the cliff, Barry, and the gunshot flashed in his mind. "I... I died, didn't I?" [Negative] [You were intercepted before the final termination of your consciousness] [The system has inhibited your previous host limitations] [You are now All Sufficient and All Sufficient is you]

They left him to die, now he'll bury them one by one Adam has always been invisible—the kind of kid who blends into the back of the classroom, mocked for his awkwardness and despised for a single mistake that branded him a snitch. His classmates made his life a living hell. Sanchez, the golden boy of Westfield High, made sure of it. Then came the field trip. The humiliation. The beating. And the moment Adam was left for dead in the woods. But Adam didn’t die. Something else found him. A malevolent spirit with a hunger for vengeance. A whisper in the dark offering him the one thing he craved most: power. Now Adam is back, sharper, stronger, and cloaked in a confidence no one can explain. One by one, his bullies begin to fall. The school watches in fear as the once-forgotten nerd becomes the center of a storm that no one can stop. Yet something is wrong. Each attack follows Adam’s secret plans exactly—but some of them aren’t his. Someone else is hunting Sanchez’s circle, striking in the shadows, pushing Adam’s bloody game further than even he imagined. Is it the mysterious new girl with the unnerving smile? A rival spirit playing its own cruel hand? Or is Adam himself losing control of the monster he invited in? As fear spreads and Sanchez grows desperate, Adam must untangle obsession, betrayal, and supernatural terror. Because in this game of revenge, the line between predator and prey is razor-thin— and Adam isn’t the only monster walking the halls.

In a fractured world stitched together by ancient contracts and the whispers of summoners, power is everything—and Ryan, a dirt-born runt from a nowhere village, wasn’t supposed to have any. When his body surges with a volatile current known only as Dioki, the arcane lifeblood of creation, Ryan is plucked from obscurity and hurled into the political meatgrinder that is Kuma Academy. But while other students shape-shift reality with vampires, elves, and demonkind, Ryan summons something that shouldn't exist: a colossal entity wrapped in time-stained myths and riddled prophecies—Sphinx, a divine beast of ancient fire and truth. Sidelined as a freak. Watched like a weapon. Revered by beasts. Feared by men. The world had rules, but Ryan’s presence is the motherfucking exception. And when an ancient war that bled the stars dry stirs again, it's not the princes or the council who will decide the fate of the realms. It’s the kid with muddy boots, bloodied knuckles, and the unshakable audacity to summon monsters the gods themselves abandoned. Unspoken Premise: “The Beast-Binder and the Cursed Blood” Ryan never asked for power. But when Dioki awoke within his bones, he was shoved into a world where summoning rituals shape empires, and bloodlines rule with iron, magic, and fire. Unlike his noble-blooded peers, Ryan’s magic doesn’t bring forth elegant fae or winged seraphim. He calls down the old ones—divine, brutal, and beyond control. With Sphinx, his first divine beast, kneeling beside him, and a war brewing in the shadows, Ryan must navigate deceitful politics, alien invaders, and a summoner’s hierarchy designed to break those who dare defy blood.

Edgar, a young slave, gets slapped into the creepy valley of vipers, a place of utter darkness. His failure to return might not end the world full of freakish cultivators, but it would mean Fabby, his elder sister, has to spend her slave life alone among smiling predators that threaten her life and honor. But how can a cripple and an inexperienced Edgar survive the fall, then climb the valley that not even the most heinous criminals of the world would choose for a hiding spot? Even if he somehow does, will he continue to live as a slave, or will he fight for his and his sister’s ‘freedom’- the word a slave never even dared to whisper and live another day? Will Edgar keep swimming in suffering, or will he sink his teeth into the sharks that surround the siblings? “One day, I’ll set up an inn, and people will call me the Lady Innkeeper Fabby!” said Fabby, with her pretty nose turned up a bit. “Sounds cool, but what about me?” the innocent younger brother, Edgar, pulled her skirt and asked while licking on tamarind candy. “You’ll be a waiter, of course,” she assured. “Eh? Waiter?" his cute little expression warped very fast. "No, I don’t want it.” “You won't be a regular waiter but the head waiter!” “Still, no,” he shook his little head a little too quickly. “Why don’t you be the head waitress, and I’ll be the innkeeper!” “Huh? Then what’s the point of me dreaming of becoming an innkeeper, you idiot!” she caught his ear for a good bit of twisting. "Ow, ow, ow!"

Synopsis “You’re not worthy of being my husband anymore, Gilbert! You’re trash! I’ve found a real man, and I’m already pregnant with his child.” On the very day Gilbert Brook walks out of prison, having taken the fall for a crime he didn’t commit, he’s greeted not with love or redemption—but betrayal. His wife, Geraldine Brook, publicly divorces him, mocking the years of loyalty, sacrifice, and silence he gave her. That night, on what was supposed to be their fourth wedding anniversary, he stumbles upon her in bed with her ex-boyfriend, Ethan Dalon. Humiliated. Shattered. Cast out into the cold rain like garbage. But that night isn’t the end of Gilbert Brook. It’s the death of a name and the rebirth of a legacy. Because Gilbert Brook never truly existed. He is Alexander Steele, rightful heir to the trillion-dollar Steele Empire. Grandson to Richard Steele, the elusive kingmaker who built a dynasty hidden from the world. Forged in secrets, wealth, and power, Alexander’s bloodline is more than just royal, it’s dangerous. Now, the man the world scorned returns as a storm. With limitless resources and a new identity, Alexander begins to unravel a list of betrayals and erase every name on it. But vengeance isn’t his only inheritance. A darker truth lies buried beneath the Steele name. A prophecy. A curse. And an artifact of unimaginable power: The Book of Ages. Ancient. Mythical. Feared. Said to hold the power to rewrite fate itself, the Book can only be awakened by a blood bond, Alexander’s blood, fused with the one he loves most. But who's she?

Born and bred in the heart of Dansoman, Tero Mandem never had a silver spoon—just street smarts, scars, and survival. Abandoned by his father and raised by a market woman mother, Tero grew up in the cracks of Accra’s toughest corners: Lapaz, Mataheko, and the deep ends of Dancity. By seventeen, he had made his name feared. By twenty-one, he was leading a gang, living fast, and chasing fame through music, money, and madness. With his boys — Problem, O Don, O Von, Lovelone, and Biggie — they ran the blocks like kings without crowns. Studio by day, street by night, they were untouchable. Tero’s voice carried weight both on mic and in chaos. But the life came with a price — blood, betrayal, broken trust, and brushes with death. Fame wasn’t enough. The cheers grew quieter. The shadows got louder. When the streets turned cold and everything he built started falling apart, a moment came — in a police cell, heart racing, blood on his hands — where Tero saw more than the mess. He saw a man he didn’t recognize. And then, through an encounter he never expected, he found light. TERO MANDEM is a story of grime and grace. It’s the journey of a young Ghanaian man torn between power and purpose, sin and salvation, chaos and Christ. From backstreets to backstabbing, from betrayal to the Bible, Tero’s transformation is raw, real, and revolutionary. This isn’t just a gang story. It’s a redemption anthem. And when the street speaks, it speaks through scars — but also through the healing that follows.

When the Gods abandoned our world, they didn't just strip away their blessings—they stole Death itself. Humanity was left to rot. Afflicted by a cosmic curse known as the Ever-Blight, humans no longer die. Instead, their souls are trapped in decaying, immortal vessels, transforming cities into screaming purgatories of Hollows—mindless, breathing corpses driven by eternal agony. Elijah lost everything to the Blight. Forced to wander the ashen wastelands alone, his only goal was survival. But when the black veins of the Blight finally crept up his arm, he didn't turn into a Hollow. Instead, an Angel of Death descended, tore his soul from his rotting flesh, and cast him into the Crucible of Genesis—a savage, fractured dimension where rogue gods, celestial horrors, and primordial demons wage an endless war. Here, true death is a luxury, and the "deceased" of Earth are reborn as Vanguards, immortal soldiers forced to fight for the very deities who cursed their world. But Elijah didn't awaken as a mere soldier. He awakened the Akashic Mandate, an ancient, forbidden cosmic law etched into his soul. It grants him a terrifying power: the ability to permanently devour the souls, magic, and lifespans of any monster, demon, or god he slays. In a universe where true death is extinct, Elijah becomes the Reaper. To break the curse on Earth and avenge humanity, he must carve a bloody path to the throne of the Gods. But as he devours the divine and the demonic alike, Elijah faces a horrifying choice: will he restore the cycle of life and death, or will he become a calamity far worse than the Gods he seeks to destroy?

The city calls him “nobody.” On paper, he’s just a broke young man with nothing but scars and a bad attitude. But in the shadows, Caden Pierce is the Septamillionaire Heir—the ruthless King of the Underworld. His enemies fear him. The elite don’t even know he exists… yet. After ten years of brutal training, Caden’s ready to tear his enemies apart and claim everything that’s his. When the spoiled heiress Vivian Montgomery is thrown into his arms—literally—he gets a taste of power, privilege, and the poison of high society. She calls him a “nobody.” Her circle mocks him. They have no idea he owns the ground they walk on. “You think money makes you untouchable?” Caden smirks, stepping over his latest rival. “Sweetheart, I buy men like you for sport and toss them out with yesterday’s trash.” But when the old-money dynasties scheme to bury him, and gunmen storm the club with Vivian in their sights, Caden doesn’t blink. “Let’s get something straight,” he growls, shoving a pistol under the lead thug’s chin. “You came for a princess. You found the king.” Enemies want his head. Socialites want his wallet. And Vivian—she wants him gone. But Caden Pierce didn’t survive hell to bow to anyone. He’s got seven million reasons to settle old scores. And one savage promise: this city will remember his name. Buckle up. The king is back—and he’s done playing nice.