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Anthony De Luca, an unassuming young man working a regular job and struggling with heartbreak, discovers a shocking truth about his bloodline. After a humiliating breakup with his manipulative girlfriend Catherine and a series of violent run-ins with a powerful man named Felix, Anthony is forced into a confrontation that unveils the life he never knew he had. When Victor, a mysterious figure from his past, reveals that Anthony is the heir to the De Luca family—a notorious crime syndicate led by his late grandfather, Don Lorenzo De Luca—his world is turned upside down. Anthony learns that Felix and Catherine were never truly interested in him, but were part of a larger plot to keep him unaware of his heritage and prevent him from assuming control of the family business. As enemies close in, Anthony must navigate the dangerous world of organized crime while grappling with his newfound identity as the rightful leader of the De Luca clan. With the help of Victor and his loyal friend Jake, Anthony is thrust into a world of power, betrayal, and revenge. But the biggest battle he faces is deciding whether he is ready to embrace his legacy or walk away from it all. The De Luca Heir is a thrilling tale of self-discovery, revenge, and power, as a young man learns the price of loyalty, the weight of family legacy, and the hard truth about the life he was always meant to lead. Will Anthony rise to claim his birthright, or will the enemies that have been plotting against him destroy everything he holds dear? And what if he finds out that Jake, his best friend, might not be on his side?

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.

In the cutthroat crucible of the city’s elite, Warren Buffet, a working-class man, was crushed under the weight of betrayal. Fired from his job, penniless, and struggling to provide for his wife and two kids, he returned home one fateful day to a soul-shattering sight: the city’s youngest billionaire defiling his matrimonial bed with his wife. The gut-punch didn’t end there. His wife, dripping with contempt, revealed the twins he’d raised for eight years weren’t even his. She sneered, calling him a deadweight, a failure who could never match her lavish desires. Divorced and discarded, she spat venomous truths that left Warren broken, his world in ashes. Not only that, Out of vexation he had used his belt on the youngest billionaire when he caught them so he had him set up and sent to prison... Not just any prison. Blackthorn! A hell on earth! The billionaires hands extended beyond the impenetrable prison to make life a living hell for him. But the city underestimated him. Fueled by rage and a burning need for retribution, Warren stumbles upon a mysterious ring—a dark artifact that anoints its bearer as the unchallenged king of the underworld. Imbued with unparalleled martial prowess and ancient medicinal knowledge, the ring awakens a new Warren, one forged in fire and vengeance. Every step he takes unravels treacherous alliances, crushes moral dilemmas, and obliterates those who dared to scorn him. Warren Buffet isn’t just rising—he’s rewriting the rules of power, and no one will ever call him deadweight again.

"I regret the day I met you. I regret foolishly giving love a chance for the first time." Emily’s words pierced the air, heavy with regret and heartache. Her voice trembled as she uttered each syllable, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. But Alex stood before her, his own heart aching at the sight of her pain. He longed to comfort her, but the weight of his own decisions held him back. **** Alex was a billionaire and independent man who lived a life of fulfilment but was marred only by the suffocating grip of his parents. Just like a dog on a leach, he always did as they wished, whether he was good with it or not. He despised women and perceived them all as serpents in designer dresses. His parents arranged a marriage devoid of love with him and a fellow billionaire's daughter, Isabella, which he reluctantly agreed to. Since he had no affection for her, they lived in his house like cats and rats, with no intimacy between them. However, meeting Emily challenged his negative view of women and made him want to marry her, as they became drawn to each other like a magnet. He was willing and determined to marry Emily instead of Isabella, especially after she revealed she was carrying his child. Isabella harboured a hidden agenda far more intricate than mere unrequited love. As Alex's heart turned to Emily, she unleashed deadly plots, determined to retain her place in Alex's heart, even if it meant silencing her rival permanently. Will Alex break free from his condescending parents to choose his own future? Can Emily survive Isabella's wrath and plots? Since only a woman would emerge victorious in winning his heart, who would it be and at what cost?

Jackson found no words to respond; he remained silent, holding the divorce papers. He felt numb, detached from the world around him. His wife's words and actions had left him shattered, unable to believe that their relationship had abruptly ended with no chance for reconciliation. As he stared at the divorce papers thrown in his face, he felt a sense of finality and loss engulfing him. He could only blame himself for everything that had happened – if he had been honest with his wife about his situation, perhaps things would have taken a different turn. Walking down the street lost in his thoughts, he heard his phone ring. Initially, he didn't want to answer; he wasn't in the mood to receive more bad news. But something in his gut told him to take the call. "Hello?" he answered reluctantly. "Young sir! Your grandfather informed me to contact you. 100,000,000 has been deposited into your account, and tomorrow your exile period will end. You'll regain control of your company, and the family is coming to welcome you back," the voice on the other end explained. Checking his phone, he indeed saw the deposited amount. Everything was falling back into place. Jackson replied hesitantly, "Tomorrow, I'll turn twenty-five." His mind returned to his old life in the palace and prestigious companies, where he was a rising star before being suddenly banished. He had always wondered when he would return. The voice from the phone continued, "Young sir! Your exile period has ended, and your companies are ready to welcome you back with open arms. We need you, Jackson – you are the heir to our companies, and we cannot do without you."

Harry Solomon thought his wedding day would finally prove his worth to his family. Instead, he stood alone at the altar while his bride rushed to his brother's hospital bedside. "Where the hell are you?" Mona's voice cut through the phone like ice. "Frank is in the hospital and you're nowhere to be found!" "I'm at the church! It's our wedding day, Mona!" Harry's voice cracked with desperation. "It's just a wedding—delaying it doesn't matter, but Frank's condition can't wait!" For twenty-four years, Harry had been the forgotten son—the one who disappeared as a child, the one who returned to find his place taken by his "perfect" brother Frank. Every achievement stolen, every relationship destroyed, every moment of happiness crushed under the weight of a family that never wanted him back. But when Frank's "dying wish" becomes marrying Harry's fiancée, and the family demands Harry sacrifice his very heart to save his brother, Harry discovers the ultimate betrayal: it's all been a lie. "You want my heart?" Harry's voice turned cold. "Don't you realize that would kill me too?" "Frank needs that heart more than you do," his father replied without hesitation. Bleeding out in a warehouse, abandoned by everyone he'd tried to love, Harry makes a desperate wish on a shooting star. When he wakes up six years in the past, he has one chance to rewrite his story—and this time, he's done being the family sacrifice. Sometimes the only way to save yourself is to lose everything.

A million years have passed since the war that shattered the harmony of Caelestia—the once-divine realm that shimmered with eternal light. The Divinomachy. It began with a betrayal. One of the Supreme Emperor’s most powerful and revered archangels, corrupted by pride, jealousy and ambition, raised his blade against his Creator. His defiance was swift and infectious—many of the Emperor’s faithful servants followed him, seduced by whispers of freedom, power, and a new order. Thus ignited a celestial war — Divinomachy. For one hundred years, the heavens trembled under the weight of clashing divinities. Brother turned against brother. Skies once filled with song now roared with the cries of battle. At last, the Supreme Emperor, weary of endless bloodshed, brought the war to a bitter close. With a divine curse, he cast down the traitors into a prison realm he created—Phlegethon and sealed their leader—while some escaped. Their punishment was eternal. Once-angelic beings were twisted into demons. Their silver skin blackened and grew scales. Their radiant wings darkened into shadows, and crimson replaced their once pure silver eyes. Even their hands bore the mark of damnation—silver claws sprouting where gentle fingers had once been. And when the fallen archangel was finally struck down, a prophecy echoed across the universe—spoken through the Emperor’s oracle: “When the stars realign and the seal weakens, the fallen one shall rise again. But from the forbidden love of both light and darkness shall be born a child—a hybrid. He shall end what the traitor had begun.” Though Caelestia was rebuilt, its wounds never fully healed. For prophecy does not forget, and the chains that bind the fallen grow weaker with every passing age. The ones who escaped hid themselves across the universe, patiently waiting for the return of their master.

Have you ever experienced the crushing weight of humiliation so heavy that it makes you contemplate taking your own life? If you haven't, count yourself lucky, because it's not a feeling anyone would want to experience, let alone brag about. Meet Kelvin, a college student whose financial struggles are no secret. Despite feeling like the world is against him, he finds solace in his girlfriend Vanessa, or at least he did until her birthday party. When he arrived with nothing to offer but his love, she not only broke up with him but also subjected him to public ridicule. The pain of such a betrayal and public humiliation can leave a lasting impact on one's mental health and self-worth. He had grown accustomed to enduring the constant harassment from her and others, but today it reached a new level of cruelty. As he ran home, tears streaming down his face, he was so consumed by his emotions that he didn't see the curb ahead. He tripped and fell, hitting his head hard on the pavement. When he finally regained consciousness, he heard a faint voice calling out to him. ** ** ** "Host detected!!! Beauties picking system activated in 1%..." a computerized voice said out of the blues. "Who's there?" Kevin asked. "10%...89%...100%... system uploaded." It continued. It took a moment and he realized it was coming from his head. Kevin was scared that he was going mad. "Who are you? What are you?" he demanded, holding his head in his hands but then suddenly it spoke again. "Now find a beauty and make her fall in love with you in 72 hours," it said.

"STAND UP YOU MORON!". yelled the space trooper. Rogers groaned with pain. He stood up and with all his weight dived on the space trooper, he didn't know what he was even thinking but somehow the trooper had already lost balance and his gun fallen from his hands. Rogers kicked him in the groins and then with a penknife stabbed him in the temples. The trooper was silent. Rogers thought for a moment maybe he was dead. He wanted to check for his breathing but common with space troopers they always had their helmet on. Rogers proceeded to dislodge the helmet, he was familiar with the technicalities. The battle was still ongoing, he was hearing gunfires afar off, he had checked his attacker pulse, the man was as good as dead. Rogers retrieve his penknife and put it back into his pockets. He was tired and weak to the bones, pains that ran through his stomach made him nauseated. He wanted to vomit. He stared at the sky that has turned with haze and ash, he thought when will all this wars be over, it has been a decade and the galaxies had been at war. He was from Megma, but the people from Metoris and Xival had been their enemies. Aquaris was their ally, and Infact the aquaria have been their supporters from time immemorial. The bone of contention was Resmore, the planets all wanted Resmore for its minerals and diamonds. News had it that the main villain Lord Firemetal and his counterpart Aruma each of them from Metoris and Xival had always wanted to dominate the planet Resmore, then comes the DROIDs from Entexx a place found in Aquaris, who always help them in fighting each battle they went. Their opponents have space droids too.

"Mr. Verus,” she said, “the surgery has already been paid for.” Cassius blinked, stunned. “What? By who?” Before the nurse could respond, a tall, imposing figure appeared. The man was impeccably dressed, his presence commanding attention. “I paid for it,” the man said, his deep voice resonating in the sterile corridor. Cassius stood, his body tense. “Who are you?” The man smiled faintly, extending a hand. “Augustus Verus,” he said. “Your father.” Shock coursed through Cassius. “My father?” he echoed, incredulous. “That’s impossible.” “It’s the truth,” Augustus said, pulling out a neatly folded envelope. Inside were photographs, documents—proof of their connection. “I’ve been watching from a distance, waiting for the right moment to step in. And now, it’s time.” Cassius stared at the evidence, his emotions a whirlwind of disbelief, anger, and curiosity. “Why now? Why not before?” Augustus met his gaze steadily. “Because you had to face life’s hardships to grow. But now, you’ve earned the right to know the truth—and the power to change your fate.” He handed Cassius a sleek black card. “This is yours. It grants you access to my wealth. Use it wisely.” Cassius hesitated before taking the card, his fingers trembling. The weight of everything that had happened—his humiliation, his sister’s injury, and now this revelation—threatened to overwhelm him. But as he looked at Augustus, determination flickered in his eyes. “I’ll use this,” he said quietly, “to protect Vinna—and to repay everyone who looked down on me.” Augustus nodded, a faint smile on his lips. “Then I trust you won’t disappoint me, son.” Cassius watched as Augustus walked away, leaving him standing in the sterile hallway, a man reborn."