Unrequited Love

They called me the Scourge of the Seven Realms. The Black Emperor. The man who'd conquered half the world before his thirtieth birthday. None of those titles mattered now, as I lay dying on the blood-soaked marble of my throne room. "Any last words, Damien?" High Priestess Celeste stood over me, her blade — my own sword, stolen during the battle — still dripping with my blood. Behind her, the leaders of the rebellion watched with hungry eyes, eager to see the tyrant fall. I wanted to laugh. After everything I'd done, all the kingdoms I'd conquered, all the battles I'd won, I was being killed by the woman I'd once loved. The woman I'd trusted above all others. "You won't win," I managed, blood bubbling from my lips. "The demons... they'll come regardless. You've doomed everyone." "Better the demons than you," she spat. The irony was bitter. I'd conquered the world to unite it, to prepare for the demonic invasion my visions had shown me. But fear and propaganda had turned me into a monster in their eyes. They couldn't see that everything I'd done was to save them. "So be it," I whispered. "May you live long enough to see your mistake." Celeste raised the blade for the final strike. "Goodbye, Damien." The sword fell. Darkness swallowed me. And then...

For eight years, Adrian was invisible on purpose. He was the husband nobody introduced at parties. The man Brenna hid from every important room, every powerful table, every conversation that mattered. He cooked the meals. He raised their daughter alone in every way that counted. He absorbed the insults, the mockery, the quiet humiliation of being called useless in his own home — and he never said a word to defend himself. That was never weakness. That was patience. Then, on the one night Brenna finally pushed too far — smashing plates, screaming that he and his daughter were nothing but dead weight dragging her down — Adrian didn't beg. He simply signed the divorce papers, asked for nothing but his little girl, and made one phone call he hadn't made in years. By morning, hundred luxury cars line the street outside his door. Grown men who run empires drop to their knees in front of him, calling him "master." A family more powerful than anyone Brenna has ever met has been waiting years — just for him to come home. Now the same people who mocked Adrian at galas and hotel lobbies are about to watch their world collapse in real time: contracts cancelled, reputations shattered, careers ended, all in the space of one single day. He doesn't have to raise his voice. He doesn't have to lift a hand. He simply has to exist in the room, and everyone who ever underestimated him will do the rest. Adrian was never the broke, forgotten husband they laughed about behind his back. He was the man an entire city had been quietly waiting to bow to — and he's done staying quiet. They spent eight years underestimating a king. Now it's his turn to remind them exactly who he is.

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.

He was the shame of the family. Add that to the fact that he lied to his wife and took the blame for a crime he never committed—just to save her collapsing company—and you’ve got Cole Bennett. Three years later, this man walked out of prison. Of course, no one comes out the same way they went in. If you've got some experience, you know what that means. But guess what? The bastard Cole went to prison for—the one who promised to help his wife—didn’t lift a damn finger. And guess what again? Cole was the only one treated like trash when he went in, but now, his in-laws have gone full beast mode, treating his wife worse than poop. Now imagine a man who spent three years in one of New York’s deadliest prisons. A man who found mysterious mentors behind bars. A man full of rage. A man who learned how to unleash the kind of emotions you’re not supposed to tame. Tell me—what exactly isn’t bound to happen?

In 2061, humanity falls under the rule of the Eclipse System, a divine game controlled by celestial tyrants called Judicators. Humans are reduced to either privileged servants or disposable gladiators forced to fight for entertainment. Kael Draven was once one of the enslaved. After enduring endless bloodshed, he rose to become the Eternal Reaper—the first human to slaughter the gods themselves. But upon reaching the heavens, he uncovered the truth: the System was created by the Architects to endlessly harvest human suffering across repeating timelines. To destroy the cycle, Kael shattered reality itself. Kael awakens ten years in the past, once again trapped inside the brutal Obsidian Bastion with a slave collar around his neck and his powers gone. Yet hidden within his soul lies the Void Reliquary, a forbidden vault containing stolen divine powers from his previous life. While the world follows the System’s rules, Kael gains strength through Sin Echoes earned by defying fate itself. Pretending to be a weak gladiator, he secretly prepares for vengeance. This time, he won’t merely survive the gods’ game—he will erase the heavens before they can rule humanity again.

Elliot Kane is a scrawny, introverted college freshman at Crestwood University, relentlessly bullied by the campus elite: jocks, frat boys, and social media influencers who thrive on his humiliation. One night, during a particularly brutal encounter that leaves him battered in a dark alley, a mysterious cosmic anomaly binds an alien neural entity to his mind: the Death Mind System. This system grants Elliot a chilling power: by knowing a person’s true name and whispering their death in his mind, he can kill them instantly, their body collapsing as if their soul were snuffed out. No evidence, no trace; just a thought, and they’re gone. But the system isn’t just a weapon; it’s a living, evolving intelligence that feeds on death. Each kill upgrades its capabilities, unlocking new mental abilities: telepathic manipulation, memory siphoning, even glimpses into the victim’s final thoughts. The more Elliot kills, the stronger and more addictive the system becomes, transforming him from a timid outcast into a calculating force of vengeance.

They called him broke, useless, a nobody. Even the girl he loved sold him out for a flashy lifestyle he couldn’t afford. But on the night Vincent Morgan hits rock bottom, the truth about his bloodline shatters his old life—he’s the sole heir to a trillion-dollar empire. Overnight, Vincent becomes one of the wealthiest men on the planet. But money isn’t just power—it’s revenge served cold. With every dollar, he rises. With every name, he remembers. And now? He’s rewriting the rules of respect. You underestimated Vincent Morgan. That was your first mistake.

"They called him Dustblood. Cursed. Worthless. But in the crypt’s darkness, something ancient whispered back." 2. "In a world where magic means everything, Elior has nothing—until the dead offer him a gift that should never be taken." 3. "Betrayed, humiliated, forgotten—until the shadows call his name." 4. "Magic made him an outcast. The dead will make him a weapon." 5. "The academy laughed when he fell. They won’t laugh when he rises from the crypt." 6. "Every gift in the kingdom came with a price. But Elior was willing to pay in blood."

Carl slept with a beautiful CEO with the intention to save her from dying but Cassandra was unevenly mad with anger when she became sober. She tossed him a $2 million dollar cheque, telling him to forget everything because her reputation would be marred but she didn't realize the man who she deemed as ordinary has an extraordinary identity. Watch how Carl demolishes problems effortlessly and strike those who stand in his way and what is his real Identity?

Dylan Grenville, once the head of the world’s most powerful alliance, gave up his empire to protect his wife, Jane, and their daughter, Molly. Hiding his true identity, he chose a quiet life, only to be ridiculed by Jane and everyone around him for being a "nobody." Labeled a failure, Dylan faces constant scorn as Jane basks in the success he secretly ensured for her. But when their marriage collapses and Dylan decides to step away, the truth begins to surface—revealing the man everyone underestimated as the mastermind behind the city's most influential forces. Now, Dylan is ready to reclaim his power, and those who belittled him will come to realize they were mocking the wrong man.