We Best Love: No. 1 For You

Power is always associated with trouble. Sometimes it is great enough to save us from trouble, sometimes it isn't. Sometimes it is so great that trouble can't get close and sometimes its greatness is the reason why trouble comes. Sometimes it's not about how you use it, sometimes it's about the power itself. The mere existence of a certain power could stir up fear, awe, hatred and envy depending on who percieved it and how they do. join me in this multi generational tale as we explore the lives of the different lords of chaos. Let’s walk with them in their trials and let their story touch our hearts.

The doctor swallowed, stammering a little. “It’s… Mr. Drayton, your husband. Connor’s blood type matches Mr. Carver’s. If he agrees, we can transfuse from him. But I should warn you. Mr. Drayton has already lost blood in the crash. Taking more could risk weakening him further.” She turned to the doctor with the exact same cold voice. “Then what are you waiting for? Do it. Take whatever Benjamin needs.” A cold numbness washed through Connor. Connor Drayton's Millionaire Wife Threatens Him To Donate Blood For Her Ex, Benjamin Carver, Or Get Divorced. But How Will The Situation Turn?

In the neon-choked sprawl of Neo-St. Petersburg, memory is the ultimate currency, and Nikolai Volkov is a man bankrupted by the elite. Once a low-level "Memory Cleaner" for the 1%, Nikolai is subjected to a brutal neural wipe after witnessing a ritualistic murder committed by the untouchable Senator Volin. But the "Mind-Crusher" fails. Instead of erasing his soul, it shatters the barriers of his consciousness, granting him a direct uplink to the Akashic Repository. Now, Nikolai is a living virus in a world of silicon and sin. By mere proximity, he can "eat" the combat skills, deepest secrets, and primal fears of anyone he encounters. From the mud of the "Sector-Zero" slums to the gilded penthouses of the corporate gods, he begins a cold, calculating ascent on the Escalation Ladder. He isn't just seeking revenge; he’s hunting for the fragments of the man he used to be, only to discover that the Senator didn't just delete his past, he’s using it to fuel a "Demon-Upload" that will enslave the global Net. Packed with high-stakes "face-slapping" and cinematic action, PHANTOM IN THE SHELL is a gritty cyberpunk thriller about a man with a thousand faces and no identity, proving that the most dangerous thing in the world is a ghost who remembers everything you want to forget.

Isaac a 24 years old young man, died after fighting cancer for the last two years of his life. He gets transmigrated to another Universe and became a king. But right after walking up he got a cold system to make him level up in a game world he played in his last life... ---- First time writing so, excuse the poor me, but I will try my best to deliver something good. ---- The cover isn`t mine, contact me if you want me to remove it. Contact me, Line: silverlance60

"Name's Andrew Lapis, bud. Just your run-of-the-mill guy coasting through a mundane existence. My family? As average as they come, all huddled under the drab roof of a cookie-cutter house. University? Yep, I'm there too, pulling down grades that'd make any 'ordinary' student proud. Except for Logic Reasoning. Turns out, I've got a knack for that—extraordinarily good, if you ask me. My nightly routine? Well, it's a real nail-biter. Me and my buddy, we hit up the same old coffee shop, play the same old card games. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm no slouch when it comes to those cards. You could say I've got some pretty extraordinary skills up my sleeve. But here's the kicker—life was as dull as dishwater, or at least it used to be. That was until I stumbled upon certain people that turned my world from yawn-inducing ordinary to a whirlwind of the extraordinary. My reality? It flipped like a pancake on a hot griddle. Gone were the days of ordinary, replaced by a high-stakes world of dirty dealings and opulent casinos. So yeah, you could say my life went from poker nights to playing dirty, but in the swankiest casinos you ever did see."

Blake glanced at everyone in the room. Despite how they just treated him, he went down on his knees to beg them, throwing the shame and the hurtful feeling he was having at that moment through the window. “Please help me, my sister is dying. Even if you don't pay me for being a substitute husband on the wedding day like you promised, I will pay back every single penny” he pleaded. Maria kicked him hard on his stomach, making him stumble on the ground. “Were you assuming that I would give you a ten million you didn't work for? Are you stupid or pretending to be stupid?” she fired. Maria used Blake to save her face that day, a year ago. He was just the perfect person she needed, he was a cleaner, and it also felt like he needed money. Promising him money was the only thing that got him married to her. He is just a wretched pauper, she would never give her money to someone like Blake. “How do you intend to pay back if we lend you the money? From your part-time jobs?” she taunted. “Is leeching off us not enough? Now, you want more?” Mrs Jones added, bursting into a cynical laughter. “What have you done for us? You couldn't afford your tuition fees and dropped out because of that, what should I expect from someone of your caliber?” At that moment, Blake knew that they would not help him no matter what. Standing up with a shallow sigh, he peeked at them and shook his head. What was he thinking? **** Just when he thought life has ended, Blake found out that he was the owner of a company worth trillions of dollars. Will he seek revenge or hide his identity from his In-Laws?

Wizart, a severely mentally insane man, was detained in a hospital for treatment. The restless brain likes games, making everyone feel anxious to take care of him, not to mention if he invites you to play with him. But, despite his pain, he also experienced bad luck, especially with his children. Wizart believes that the children are still alive now but unfortunately, the children who have been waiting for all this time have died. Benson as a friend tried his best to make Wizart give up on finding his children. "Wizart.. please don't be like this. Your children are gone, Wizart. You have passed away. Don't you feel sad when you imagine your children's spirits are not at peace seeing your father like this? Wizart, please wake up. .” - Benson "What are you talking about? My son didn't die! You don't know anything. I just saw my son running around earlier. Ish!" - Wizard However, Benson will not remain silent after seeing Wizart treated until such a change occurs in him. He was determined to find out who caused Wizart to experience the horror. And Wizart had the opportunity to recall his old story. "It's all over, crazy Wizart." - Nick How brutal will Wizart be? Will Wizart recover or vice versa? Is Wizart really crazy or just being dramatic?

In the ravaged world of "OutBreak," survival isn't easy. Not only must you face off against the undead, but also contend with other survivors as you rough it in humanity’s last stronghold. Rex, a formidable survivor, returns to the ruins of his old home in search for his beloved Lilly, who was taken from him by a warring faction of survivors. In his pursuit to find her, he discovers that fate sometimes has other plans. When a rival organization descends upon the facility that Rex and his girl are in, Rex winds up shooting his girl only to have her whisked away by the new organization, and he soon realizes that horrible tribe he is facing is really his original girl. Now severely injured and somehow still alive, Rex will have to trust his fellow damaged friend Longman Ben and find a way to escape before they are both assassinated and at the same time discover who was behind the setup and why. "OutBreak" is not just an exciting story of love, betrayal and survival; it portrays a scenario where trust is as hard to find as safety and every move could lead to the grave.

"Beneath the smile is a weary soul. Beneath the struggle is a dying soul. Beneath the smile is a soul in a frazzle. I desired a change. I show great perseverance in my quest to succeed, even though my inner me is in shambles. With persistent pain, I drag him along. Sometimes I want to shed him from me but then I realized he is a part of me. The inner me that is lifeless. Now I have to be it nourishment. The inner me that is weak. Now I have to be its strength. The inner me that is hopeless. Now I have to be hope Dear inner me I can't leave you alone; you are me I am you. Together we will conquer our fears, face our challenges, and comes out triumphantly." Synopsis I was in my dark until you shine me your light. Mellisa a young student nurse lost her way on the last day of completing her health campaign in a rural area of the Northern Coast. She wandered around in a mysterious wood where she was held captive by some quisling huddles, who found nothing but joy in torturing her. Rescued by Armstrong Seagull, and labeled a spy. Was she able to escape from such a traumatic experience? Who is Armstrong Seagull and what roles did Mellisa's sudden incursion in his kingdom In a world where you feel so cold, you gotta stay gold; a story about a demon Lord and an ambitious girl

"These are pretty minuscule spies, my lord," The leader said into his comms. They chattered among themselves. We had our hands up when they surrounded us. My throat clogged and I was running out of oxygen. I could barely think or breath. Mister Wigglesworth was talking briskly with bulging eyes to the colossal men and a rifle was lodged in his throat, he seemed frail and agitated. "Mort!" He threw the parcel into his hands. Mort winced when he failed to catch it. The box malfunctioned and I screamed at the blast and fell back into the shelter of more craters. I gasped. "What do I do with this?" His hand fidgeted on the and he dived behind a crate beside me while lasers flew. He panted and glanced at me holding on to the parcel. There was a skirmish going on. "I think I got hit." .... Remember when homicidal aliens were attacking us? This was now, yeah, it was kind of my fault. We were crouching like a couple of cowardly war veterans on a battlefield and Mister Wigglesworth! Of all people was out there holding them off. Mort held on to the prism parcel. My eyes were pale. I got hit by the parcel. I held on to my stomach. "Are you okay? Can you sit up straight?" He said. "No, it hurts," I did not feel like myself at all. I was not even in the mood to make snappy comebacks, I kept seeing double and all these color spectrums like I stared at the sun for too long. I was phasing in and out of consciousness. I thought I saw planets dying. I ducked over the end and focused on breath. [ System Activated ]