Wrong Target

On the day Jamie lost his mother to cancer, he also lost his only accommodation and his girlfriend. Years of torture, humiliation and servitude from his stepfather and stepbrothers, Jamie was nothing more than a miserable bastard to the Reynolds, one they so desperately needed to do away with. His mother’s death was their perfect opportunity as his stepfather evicted him from his house, abused him and his dead mother publicly, and ordered the doctor to sell her corpse to organ harvesters. His stepbrothers made a spectacle of him and his dead mother, treating them as though they were worse than animals. And to crown their hall of humiliation, they took his girlfriend and cost him his job. With everything lost, there was nothing to live for anymore. Jamie owed the hospital over $100,000 and his boss over the same amount. His life was at risk, his existence was meaningless, and everything was set against him… Except for a sudden alert of $10,000,000,000 and a call from the world’s richest and most powerful man, claiming to be his grandfather. Jamie wasn’t a bastard after all; he had a family—a rich and powerful family at that—and he was their rightful heir. With a net worth of tens of trillions of dollars and the power to shut down the world with the snap of his finger… What fate awaits all those who did him wrong? What end has he destined for those who mocked his dead mother and her dignity? What was in the heart of the trillionaire for those who made his life hell and paraded their measly change over him? Revenge is best served cold…Or whatever temperature the Rich and Powerful Jamie Ashford wants!

A man in a stained janitor's uniform kneels in a hotel lobby while a CEO wipes his shoes on his back. Marcus Webb was once the Ghost of the Eastern Front—a soldier so feared enemies surrendered at his name. That was five years ago, before his unit was betrayed, before the government declared him dead. He survived a bullet to the spine and a fall from a helicopter. The world buried him. He crawled out. His fatal flaw is mercy. He still hesitates. He's learning not to. What he wants: find the five men who ordered the hit on his unit. Make them suffer. What he's wrong about: this isn't personal. His former commander is now a city councilman. The arms dealer who sold him out owns half the police department. The betrayal was about what he carried in his memory—information that could topple a shadow empire. The golden finger: He was the Ghost. Now he's a ghost with nothing to lose. He's been watching for six months, cataloging every weakness, every secret. The stakes: His old injury is slowly paralyzing him. He needs money for surgery. And his unit was eliminated to cover up a biological weapons deal. Seven people know. One is dead. Six are alive, and they own this city. Marcus is the only person who can prove what happened—he recorded the meeting where they decided to sacrifice his men. Only on Meganovel: The Ghost doesn't just kill his enemies. He dismantles everything they've built. Every victory costs him a piece of his humanity. Read to watch him make the city kneel.

I've never wanted this life for myself—this life filled with perils and evil. It's like a dream I can never escape from—a dream which I'm forever stuck in. Heh, no one ever wanted this life or ever wished for it. You'd be either insane or extremely evil to wish for this kind of life—the life where you don't have a choice over anything—the life where you're bound by your deepest desires. I never wanted to enter into the supernatural world. I never wanted to come across the Crimsones[1], Lycanthropes[2], demons and the rest. I never wanted to be involved in anything pertaining to the dark and supernatural world. I had always yearned for freedom and not servitude. But of course I was wrong all along. I had been delusional, thinking I'd be able to escape it all—to escape from fate. I never knew I would be pulled into this mess, becoming one of those dark creatures which roam about in the ungodly night. I never wanted to be a merciless predator who was also a prey to another predator (what a food chain!). But all is good. No matter what I shall not alli myself to degenerate into a heartless monster who only knew how to tear flesh, spill blood and break bones. I cannot allow my desires to pull me down. I cannot be corrupted by the abyss! My name is Daniel Stark and what I'm about to tell you is a real life horror. I don't know what you call horror or romance or fa Intasy but this story I'm about to tell you, you need to listen attentively and not miss a bit of information. This is my story—one beginning with pain.

Who is he?! He is Liam Storm! The formidable zillionaire, worthy of shaking the city with just a blink of his eyes! Possessing an unquestionable power and acquiring enormous wealth, seems to be not possible but is that really true? After suffering a mental breakage from his ex lover, who cheated on him and losing all ways to become a better person, all hopes appeared to flood down the drain. But does fate really plays games? Unexpectedly, Liam's life made a sudden turn over to the extent, it bewildered him to the core... Now, it was in question what will become of him? **** " You......what gut do you have?! You of all people! You called me a cheat and a betrayal? Well, you can say that, but I don't give a damn! Do you think I am going to wait and starve with you?! What do you take me for? I was only doing you a favour by dating you, you don't have a future, a good life, job, a family, money, inheritance, status, name, house, car, career, investment, no worth, you aren't even famous or anything! Basically, you don't have anything! So, what can you offer me?! Tell me, Liam Storm, what can you offer me?! How can you make your life and my life better?! I thought since you graduated as the best student from the top college, you will be wealthy, but guess I am totally wrong! You are as worthless as a penniless bastard and nothing but a loser after your graduation!!" She spat angrily at him, pointing to him as she yelled. Then, she moved closer to the man on the bed and smiled at him.

> In the Holy Domains, your worth is measured by what you kill and what you eat. Zack Tennyson was worth nothing—until he killed the wrong bug and hacked the system. Now the boy mocked as “Stab-Ass Fatso” is evolving faster than anyone expected. But power brings attention. And in a world where the strong eat the weak, Zack’s about to find out what it really means to survive. --- 📖 Synopsis The story opens with a sky-splitting aerial battle—Zack, older and blazing with crimson wings, going head-to-head against a Dragon-Type Guardian. As they clash, he breaks the fourth wall, taunting the reader with, “Let me tell you how it all began…” Flashback to the desert wasteland of the Holy Domains, where Zack is just another hungry nobody. Spirit Points rule all, and Zack has none. His days are spent scavenging trash and devouring mutant bugs like Carbee for even the tiniest point—only to be met with failure after failure. Until one day, he kills a glowing blue Carbee, something far beyond his level. It changes everything. His system begins a hidden “mod installation,” and Zack finally feels power stir inside him. But power doesn't erase pain. At school, he's hated for a past accident involving his crush, Samantha McPherson—a betrayal that still haunts him. Home isn’t any better. Rent is overdue. Food is gone. His sister is out hunting deep in the Domains. And the system starts demanding brutal daily quests that threaten to break him if he refuses. And yet... something is changing. The mod is installing. The boy they laughed at is becoming something else. Not a hero. Not a monster. Something in between.

Synopsis: Edward was adopted when he was five years old—a dream come true for orphans. However, his life was anything but happy. His adoptive father was a scoundrel, always cheating, drinking, gambling, and abusing his spouse and Edward. After years of gambling and drinking, there was nothing left but countless debts and four pale walls in the house. Though weak and sometimes neurotic because of her husband, his adoptive mother always showed great love and affection to Edward. However, good things could never last long. Unfortunately, his adoptive mother soon fell ill when Edward was seventeen. His scoundrel father shunned the responsibility by deserting them and ran away. Edward had no other choice but to drop out of school and toil himself day and night in restaurants, gas stations, and convenience stores. Yet, he could merely earn a little money that could not even support him to keep his head above water, not to mention pay his mother’s expensive medical expenses. One day, a chance came. One of his boss’s good friends offered him a better job as a salesman. Things seemed to go well for Edward. He got a girlfriend named Rebecca in his new company. He also had made a good friend, James, there. And above all, he got a better salary. However, something went wrong on the day he demonstrated the slide before his customers. Would he lose his job and come into the same plight again? Would his girlfriend be nice to him like before? Would Edward stay at the bottom rung of the social ladder forever? Read on to unravel Edward’s journey in this mundane world to become the extremely wealthy Supreme Trader with the help of his Super Trading System.

Derek Cross spent five years in a cage like an animal for a crime he never committed — because the woman he loved begged him to take the fall. He believed it was an accident. He believed she was worth it. He was wrong on both counts. The moment he walks free, Vanessa is waiting — not to welcome him home, but to destroy him in front of a stranger's kiss. Nolan Frost, heir to the Iron Talon Gang, wraps his arm around her waist and delivers the final blow: "Baby." He grinned around the word. "So this is the idiot who went to jail for me." Nolan was driving that night. Vanessa set Derek up from the beginning, orchestrating every tear, every promise, every year stolen from him — all to bury him while she climbed toward everything she'd taken. They think they've broken him. They have no idea what actually walked out of that prison. Two old men had quietly watched Derek from the inside — a martial master who rebuilt his body into something lethal, and a gentleman who handed him the one thing no fortune could buy: the chairmanship of Olympus, the empire sitting above every throne in Crown City. Even Darius Carter — the phantom underground emperor the city fears, the man two-thirds of its syndicates kneel to — is nothing more than Derek's errand boy. Derek doesn't want blood. Not yet. He wants Vanessa and Nolan to watch, in real time, as everything they stole is returned tenfold — while they kneel in the wreckage of what they threw away. Beside him stands Monica Hayden, the woman his godfathers chose — cold, brilliant, and the only one who ever saw what Derek Cross truly was. Not a loser. A storm nobody saw coming.

“You aren't destined to be rich. Stay poor, wear rags, and find women of your own caliber.” Those were the parting words of Jayden's girlfriend when she dumped him for a wealthy man. He had always noticed her shifting behavior, her expensive new outfits, and her sudden obsession with appearance—but what could a nobody like him do? He was just an ordinary worker grinding day and night at a local bakery. He had literally gone hungry just to please her, only to be cast aside like trash. Devastated and broken, Jayden returned to his empty room. Then, his phone buzzed. A single message changed everything. A bank credit with nine zeros. Before he could even process the impossible sum, a phone call came from a stranger—the Vice President of the world-renowned Apexium Conglomerate. But this wasn't a random stroke of luck; it was deliberate. It was a chilling realization that he was being watched, and that outsiders knew the dark secrets of his past better than he did. The call revealed a shocking truth that turned his ordinary life upside down: he was the sole heir to an untouchable empire. To claim his legacy and survive the corporate leeches waiting to end his life, Jayden must drop his simple existence and split his life into three ruthless identities: A life in the morning as an ordinary baker using his old life to quietly investigate, infiltrate, and gather evidence against his enemies. Life in the afternoon as the powerful, untouchable CEO exuding absolute confidence and authority in the boardroom. A life at night as a brutalized student pushing his body to the absolute limit, training in lethal martial arts under a ruthless master to survive the shadows. The game has changed. They underestimated him. Let's find out how wrong they were.

He used to be a god. Now he's a loser. They're gonna see how wrong they are. Ryder was the 12th Master of the Dark Medical Sect—super strong, like a god that was about to become immortal. Then his own students betrayed him. He woke up as Dante: a broke, embarrassed, orphaned college student whose girlfriend just cheated, whose landlord just kicked him out, and who died in his underwear on a cold street. Great. Now Ryder—one of history's strongest healers—is stuck in Dante's weak body. He works for a cheap old doctor named Theo at a bad clinic, Silverbrook Hall, and sleeps in a tiny, freezing room. But gods get back up. When a patient is dying and Theo can't help, Ryder steps in and does this crazy Four-Colored Needle thing, a healing trick that was lost for a long time. Word gets out. People rush in. Rich folks want him to touch them. Doctors either want to learn from him or shut him down. And there's Zara—Theo's sweet daughter, who makes Ryder feel things he hasn't in centuries. It gets messy when a hot rich girl he cures, Serena, wants more than medicine. But being strong brings enemies. The Daniel Gang wants his money. His ex Isla is mad as he gets famous. And the Silverleaf Apothecary, run by Alistair and his cocky grandson Smith, will do anything to stop this "fraud" before he embarrasses them at a meeting. They have no idea what's coming. When the gang messes with his clinic, when the rich make fun of him, when the world tries to keep him down—Ryder will show them: A god doesn't ask for respect. He takes it. Warning: Contains martial arts, healing stuff, a love triangle, gang fights and cultivation

"Mother," I opened my eyes. Everything around me is a haze. I gazed at the candlelight. It was wobbling from side to side. I noticed a woman seated near me, but everything was fuzzy. I heard a voice unexpectedly. It was a woman's voice, echoing in my ear. She was singing a low-toned lullaby. "Mother, is it you?" I heard my name, "Maxilin, I am here." "Mother," I said with a tremble in my voice. I have no idea what's wrong with me. I reached out cautiously to touch her, but she was out of my reach. "Where are you, mother?" "Oh, my beloved, try to hold me, come here, " "Mother," Maxilin tried to stand up, but he was too weak. Maxi narrowed his eyes in an effort to see her face clearly, but he couldn't because everything was fuzzy. A woman in a white outfit moved in front of his sight. Maxi took a few steps forward while still gripping the chair. "Mother, don't leave," he murmured, dizzily. As he said, he saw in his fuzzy vision that someone had opened the door. "Mother, please don't leave me," Maxilin pleaded. He let go of the chair's hold and dashed behind her. "Mother, don't leave me. Wait." In his frail state, he shouted and followed her. "Huf". In the middle of his path, he stopped. "Mother, you've left me here alone," "Maxi," he heard the voice unexpectedly. Maxi glanced up and looked around. It's all clear now, but he's stuck in the midst of the woods. He gazed up at the sky. A giant moon was staring at him, and a horde of deadly, voracious creatures were roaring around him. "Son," someone touched his shoulder, he looked back, saw a terrifying creature standing in front of him. "Hello, dear."