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Most people live their lives without ever knowing what lingers after death. Raito was never meant to be one of the ones who do. Three years ago, a night meant for stars and quiet laughter ended in blood. Since then, Raito has lived a half-life—haunted, isolated, and unseen by the world he no longer fully belongs to. Ghosts roam the city, born from human obsessions too strong to die, yet for reasons he cannot explain, they sense him only when he dares to acknowledge their existence. To them, he is a blind spot. To himself, he is a survivor who should have died. Beneath the surface of ordinary life, a secret war is being fought. The Ghost Hunters Organization (GHO) operates in the shadows, wielding cursed weapons born from the obsessions of fallen spirits, hunting ghosts before their grief and rage evolve into something far worse. When Raito is pulled into this hidden world, a terrifying truth begins to surface—one that ties his survival, his strange condition, and the death of his childhood friend together in ways he never imagined. Because some ghosts do not move on. Some protect. Some wait. And some… live on inside the living. As Raito is forced to confront the dead he carries, the trauma he buried, and the monsters born from human obsession, he must decide whether strength is worth the cost—when every step forward drags the weight of the dead along with him. In a world where ghosts are not born from malice but from love, regret, and obsession, the greatest horror is not what refuses to die… …but what refuses to let go.

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?

“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.

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

"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."

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.

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.

"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."