Want Nothing But You

They used to call me a nobody at Walter’s Regal...a nerdy, expendable novice architect buried in the basement, scrubbing the footprints of London’s elite off plans they stole from me. Then, I found the anomaly. Buried deep within ancient Crown property registries and centuries-old blueprints was a loophole so massive, it could bring the entire London skyline to its knees. I didn’t just find a flaw in the system; I bought it. With a few obscure land titles secured for pennies, I quietly took ownership of the very ground beneath their multi-million-pound mega-structures. Overnight, the tables turned. Money became my sharpest weapon, and capital my ultimate leverage. Now, those same billionaires who sneered at me are begging for my mercy as I systematically freeze their assets, bankrupt my former oppressors, and construct an untouchable empire of my own. I am Jayson Velasco. I went from the weakest link in the corporate machine to the most feared, filthy-rich tycoon in Europe. Look up at the London skyline. Every tower, every shadow, every brick belongs to me now. If you want to build in my city, you bow to my blueprint.

A dimension where traveling from one world to another through spatial distortion is possible and where dimensional realms exist including netherworld and heaven etc. Watch our mc who died as a 24 year old professional coder with lots of computer knowledge but tons of regret's, watch him reincarnated into a world where magic and cultivation exist with a system and an AI who refer to himself as the infamous angel of wisdom and knowledge - URIEL?!! ...... Hi, this is sinful_king with his first novel . This novel is about a person who was caring and friendly person but because of some incidents starts looking at everything with indifference and cold manner and died because of this so called incidents. He somehow was able to respond to being who had same amount of regret's but is way more powerful. Who gives him 3 options 1] Death 2] Go in his past with current memories 3] Reincarnation with...... ....... *1 chapter per day if not any problems. *If any grammatical mistakes please ignore as long as you understand. *Not my art, comment if you are the legal art owner and want it removed ............ DISCORD FOR CHARACTER IMAGES https://discord.gg/Cqy6wVK6

BLURB Alex had everything. A father’s name, a company built with his blood, and a home that was supposed to be his forever. Until Victoria came. In 48 hours, his entire world collapsed. His father died. The will left him with nothing. His name was dragged through the news for a fraud he never committed. And the only house left in his name became a trap with cops waiting at the door. He ran hrough empty streets, through the night, through a forest where no one could hear him scream. But running didn’t save him. A group of masked men found him first. When he woke up, he wasn’t dead. He was in a strange room with white walls, bandages on his arms, and two nurses who couldn’t be more different. One was kind, the other, Karina who turned out to be his first harem, looked at him like he was trouble waiting to happen. He was alive because of a man he’d never met. Mr. Giffs. The owner of this place. A man who rescues people “in need.” But nothing in this place is free. “You’re on the run, right?” Karina asks him on the third day, her red hair falling over her face as she sits on the edge of his bed. “Yes.” “Then Mr. Giffs thinks you’ll be fit for the circuit.” “Circuit?” . “The question is… are you willing to draw blood for blood?” Now Alex has a choice. Stay broken and let Victoria win. Or fight back in a world where the only way to survive is to become the very thing that tried to destroy him. A story of betrayal, survival, and revenge. When they take everything from you… how far will you go to take it back?

Quinn never believed in happy endings… and life kept proving him right. Then one night, a delivery scooter ended his miserable streak. This is where he finally rests, right? But death wasn’t the end—because now Quinn has a system. But he wasn’t granted the best kind that makes you rich or ridiculously strong. Nope. This one runs on suffering. Pain, humiliation, and endless setbacks are now officially his “level-up materials.” Thrown into a cultivation world as nothing more than a low-tier servant, with no power, no status, and no future, Quinn is forced to face a reality where every bit of pain, humiliation, and hardship is the only way forward. In short: life sucks, death sucks… and cultivation sucks even more.

[Congratulation on obtaining the: Gaming System] Jordan Blade was an Orphan his whole life. He was bullied often for being an Orphan and having no parents. On his 19th birthday, an infection spread out. The infection caused the human's bodies to rot away and turn green-ish color and their mouth to split open. 'Zombies' were what they were called. The Zombies' attacked anyone they saw, wether it was a child, a woman, a man, a dog, or a cat. Any living thing was eaten by the Zombies. A divine voice helped the remaining millions of humans by giving them in-human powers. Using these powers, the humans set a goal: The goal to avenge their loved ones that were killed and destroy the Zombies. Jordan? He received the strongest gift. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The book cover is not owned by me, if the original cover owner is reading and want me to take it down, please, you can just ask me.

Life had never been kind to Ethan but nothing compared to the cruelty that followed the day he married Lila Clark. What was meant to be a desperate act of love—to save his dying grandmother—became the single choice that shattered his life.His marriage to Lila was supposed to be salvation. Instead, it was a curse. If he had known it would drag him into a nightmare that would rip his soul apart, he would have let fate take his grandmother rather than bind himself to her.Now, his body breaks and reshapes into something monstrous. His heart grows colder with every scream that leaves Lila’s lips."You’re a monster!" she cries.Yes. A monster forged by her hands, her lies, her betrayal. And monsters always collect their due.

"My mother is dying," Ethan begged. On the other end of the phone came a cold reply. "Director Morgan is busy attending a dog's birthday party. Stop bothering her." For four years, Ethan Cole sacrificed everything for his wife, Sophia Morgan. While she built a billion-dollar pharmaceutical empire, he remained in the shadows, enduring humiliation from her family and being treated worse than a servant. Then his mother died alone in a hospital bed. Sophia never came. Instead, she chose a wealthy man's dog over the woman who had secretly saved her company countless times. That night, Ethan burned the legendary Phoenix Remedy—a formula worth hundreds of billions—and walked away from his marriage forever. "We're getting divorced." Sophia laughed. "You are nothing without me. You'll come crawling back like a stray dog." But she never knew the truth. The husband she despised was the hidden heir of a powerful family. The man she called worthless possessed medical skills capable of shocking the world. As powerful tycoons, financial empires, and underworld forces begin fighting for Ethan's favor, Sophia watches everything she built crumble before her eyes. When she finally discovers who he really is, regret comes too late. "Ethan... please come back." Ethan's gaze turns icy. "When my mother needed you most, where were you?" A betrayed husband. A hidden heir. A legendary doctor. This time, the people who broke him will pay for every tear they caused.

Logan Mercer signed the divorce papers without a fight. His wife Vivian Chase stood over him, her lip curled with disgust, her voice cutting through the penthouse like a blade. "You're nothing, Logan. You always were. A useless, pathetic leech who rode my coattails and called it a marriage. Enjoy whatever gutter you crawled out of." For twelve years, he had lived in her shadow. Ate her food. Attended her events. Endured every insult her family threw at him with quiet patience and a clenched jaw. Her mother called him a parasite. Her friends compared him to a cockroach. Her new boyfriend laughed in his face and called him a broke loser not worth the oxygen he breathed. "You're not even qualified to clean the toilets in a place like this." "A bloated, useless tick clinging to the belly of a dying dog." "Some people are born with connections and some people are born taking buses. That's just how the world works." Nobody knew the truth. Nobody knew that the faceless, reclusive chairman behind Imperial Group, the largest conglomerate in the city worth billions, was the same man they had been spitting on for years. The partnership Vivian celebrated? He approved it himself. The CEO who bowed to him in public? His subordinate. The underground kingpin who terrorized the city? The same man who once begged Logan for mercy on his knees. Now the divorce is signed. The mask is coming off. And every person who called him worthless is about to discover what it feels like to stand in the shadow of the man they threw away.

"Ma, Samson promises. Samson is going to repent; I won’t be a thug anymore. I'm going to find a real, honest job. So please, Ma, don't come back to haunt me, okay?" Samson knelt, tears streaming down his face, though his expression still looked like someone ready to pick a fight with the Angel of Death. Bejo held out an umbrella. "Boss, it’s almost sunset. We need to go collect the 'protection money' from the cafe owner," he said. "Hey, Bejo! I just promised Ma that I’ve repented. You little devil! Do you want my mother to rise from her grave because of what you just said, huh?!" Samson stood up. His towering height, nearly two meters, made Bejo instinctively jump back three steps. "But Boss, our stomachs aren't exactly followers of the repentance movement," Bejo squeaked, trembling. Samson wiped his fierce face. "From this second on, call me Samson the Protector. I’m going to find honest work. Anything! As long as I'm not shaking people down anymore." A wealthy woman looked Samson up and down, scrutinizing him. "Your body is quite large. It just so happens I need a new guard dog. I just fired the old one because he was afraid of cockroaches." Samson was ready to explode. "Hey, lady! You think I—" "Fifty million a month. Meals are provided, and you get an Italian suit for a uniform. Interested?" the woman interrupted, handing him a gold-plated business card. Samson fell silent. He then whispered under his breath, "Ma, this is honest work, right? Just being a guard dog for a billionaire."

In a world where the strength of one’s meridians determines whether a person has the right to breathe, Li Jian Nan was born a powerless piece of trash. Cast aside, ridiculed, and secretly prepared as a test subject for a forbidden experiment by his own father, the ruthless King Wuji. But the king made one fatal mistake. That frail body was no longer empty. It had been taken over by Jian Wu Chen, a cold-blooded mafia clan leader from the future, a man accustomed to living amid betrayal, murder, and power struggles. When the king’s forbidden experiment failed and unleashed the Meridian Corruption zombie plague, transforming Tingzhou into a sealed hell, Wu Chen was forced to activate the mysterious System within his body. But power in this world never comes for free. Every time he forcibly opens his sealed meridians, the System demands a cruel price: the remainder of his lifespan. Hunted by mutated monsters lurking in the darkness and pursued by the kingdom’s elite forces, who want his body as a specimen, Wu Chen has no intention of becoming a hero. He only wants to survive. And if the world forces him to become a monster just to keep breathing, then he will tear the entire kingdom down until nothing remains but ash.