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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.

This is the vivid and unrelenting chronicle of how Leo Archer awakened from the cocoon of ordinary existence into the incandescent brilliance of becoming perhaps the most extraordinary intellect in human history, a force transcending the mundane boundaries of possibility with every waking hour, his mind unfurling in ways as unexpected as thunder and as precise as a scalpel cutting through the veil of reality itself. On a singularly fateful night beneath the endless city lights of New York a peculiar dream seeped into his consciousness stirring neuronal circuits that hum with newfound clarity and power that ripples through the textures of his life with comedy delivered as sharp as psionic shrapnel and a drama that bleeds with sincerity so vivid it tastes like mercury in the mouth. As his intelligence expands he navigates each day with a sarcastic edge that slices through pretension and reveals hidden truths while every interaction resonates with emotional weight and absurdity in equal measure drawing readers into a world where even the banal feels charged with potential and every moment pulses with expanded meaning. At his side stands Ryan Cole whose easygoing humor masks an observant soul attuned to Leo’s shifting brilliance, Ethan Drake who crackles with provocative energy and layered implications in every jest, Noah Reed whose humor carries an undercurrent of probing insight that fractures facades, Omar Santos whose quiet presence offers a stabilizing anchor for Leo’s surging intellect, Maya Rivers whose friendship embeds human vulnerability into the whirlwind of intelligence and grounds his soaring consciousness, Chloe Bennett whose enchanting curiosity chisels emotional resonance into Leo’s awakening, and the watchful presence of Mr Harris whose astonishment at Leo’s metamorphosis becomes both comedic spectacle and heartfelt revelation

“Luck is not random. It's leverage.” Clay Holmes was the statistical average of mediocrity, a man adrift until a catastrophic, improbable car pile-up, a cosmic anomaly, forced his latent destiny to the surface. Clay survived, not by chance, but by becoming the latest inheritor of the King of War Cycle, a living engine of fate tasked with maintaining the precarious balance of chaos and order in the world. This ascension gifted Clay a terrifying, dual power set. First, Physiological Regression, which allows him to instantly read every historical weakness, old injury, and micro-shift in an opponent’s anatomy, turning every fight into a perfectly choreographed counter-attack rooted in past truth. Second, Probability Bias: the true power of a strategic genius. Clay doesn't need to be stronger or faster; he subtly manipulates every stray variable, a breath, a flicker of light, a loose floor tile, ensuring the 0.01% chance of victory becomes a 100% statistical inevitability. But his awakening triggers a devastating war with the man who came before him. The Predecessor, the former King of War who cracked under the psychological weight of the Debt and the Cycle's constant violence, has returned to finish his mission: end all probability. Convinced that random chance is the source of all human suffering and the guarantor of future devastation, the Predecessor seeks to obliterate the very concept of luck from the world. To stop the Predecessor, Clay must master his terrifying control over luck and anatomy, leading him back to the Nexus Point of his accident for a final, reality-bending confrontation. The stakes are total: if Clay fails, the world ends in rigid, predictable order. If he succeeds, he must transcend his humanity, merging with the combined knowledge of every King before him to become the Consciousness of Possibility, the ultimate defender of human potential.

"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.

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.

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."

I remember the day everything burned like a wound that would never heal. Flames stole my family — my parents were ripped from me, my little brothers and sisters turned to ash — all because debts bled our name dry. They came in the night with torches and cold mouths, set our home alight, and watched the world I knew collapse into smoke. When I thought the world had taken its last piece of me, something — someone — stepped through the blaze. I could not tell if it was man or woman; the fire kept the savior's shape blurred and holy, as if the flames themselves had given birth to a protector. They pulled me from the ruin and vanished like a promise. For seven years I answered a different kind of fire. I joined the army and let the drill and the discipline burn the broken parts clean. My hands learned steel. My bones learned marching. My nights learned keeping watch. I learned how to turn pain into armor, sorrow into strategy. I was forged in training fields and battle lines until a new name fit me. I am Kaelor Thane now — not a child who once cried over ash, but a force that arrives on the war road without apology. They called me the God of War because I learned to move like thunder and strike like winter. I carry no mercy in my pocket; I carry only the weight of a debt to be settled. Those who think they can stand between me and what I owe will learn the hard truth: I do not forgive. I do not forget. I return to make the ledger even, and I will make them pay in ruin, pain, and a silence that remembers my name.

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.