Yaoi Hard

Thomas married Natalia who was once the blacksheep of the family. Due to him being a genius in highschool and a stock broker he helped Natalia his wife become the Father's favorite child and no one knew he was the one behind it because he was just doing it out of love for her.Natalia on the other hand was just using him and never loved him,she never said anything in his defense when her family insulted him or even maids belittled him.In the eyes of others he was just a shameless man eating from the pockets of his wife's rich family.Natalia would cheat on him and show no remorse, Thomas had enough when she had the guts to tell him to accept the child of her lover as his own.She threatened him with divorce to scare into submission but he has had enough and his father in law Gabriel who called him a waste of space saw this as a good chance to get rid of him.Even though that wasn't what Natalia wanted she was persuaded into divorcing Thomas to her dismay.Thomas told them they would regret this and left in anger promising he would make them pay.Thomas later found out that Natalia was the one that sabotaged his chance at a good life for her own selfish gain and still put him through this humiliation.You shouldn't bite the hands that feed you, Natalia learnt that the hard way when their company started falling due to Thomas leaving.When Natalia finally came clean to her Father it was already too late he was out to get his revenge and would not listen to any apology.

The Magic God Morpheus.Through his sacred veil and his ten elemental wings, he held his staff... Morpheus regarded the mortals that thrived, suffered, enjoyed, loved."My son... you have reached the peak, but your soul might have perished along the way. Allow me to imbue your existence with joy and purpose."After reaching the peak, Morpheus felt devoided of amusement and life, forsaking all of his secular needs and desires... for his family, his clan, his country, his continent... always a sacrifice.He was fated to go through the path of solitude and power."Father... I don't want to go."Those were the words he said to the god that insisted to push him away from this world, after everything he sacrificed to reach the peak, he is to be sent away?!For what reason?!Magic is the peak of nature, the peak of human evolution, but in the vast existence there are worlds that don't believe such, worldsthat believe in the path of machines."My son, there are several worlds that might do with a touch of your grace, a touch of your knowledge... I shall now send you there as the saviour that will take those worlds back to the righteous path, you that dominate magic and life, who could possibly be better?""But father... I... I worked so hard to reach here, how can you do this to me?!""You don't understand this yet, but this is for your own sake... go there and live, conquer, form, thrive, fight... follow the desires of your heart, my son."And just like that, with a living body but a dying soul, Morpheus was sent on his way with a lot of reluctance.Enjoy the story of a traditional magic protagonist, journeying through a dark cyberpunk world.

All her life she has dreamed of going to the Chinese celebration of Hanami so that she might make friends. She’s ends up finding so much more in a young man named Draco. She is a naïve and gullible young woman who believed that she would never be deceived by someone of such an extinguished background. Draco knowing that he is promised to another courts Io while he fights for his right to choose his bride. However, through the trickery and conniving wit of his magical mother who he thought was on his side, he sees everything he worked so hard for fall apart. When Io learns of his betrayal she takes the cue and runs from his truths. When Draco finally learns of his families betrayal he runs off to be with the woman he loves against his families obligations. In a night of peace he and Io reunite only for him to wake up to her fury the next day. Io, in all her fury and glory causes Draco harm by accident. In the weeks to come after they are permanently separated she learns of the child who grows in her womb and goes to tell Draco’s family of the news. His magical mother responds by cursing Io who hurt her child for one thousand years to become the monster that she sees her as. She will not live the life she wants. She will never know love. She will never hold her child. She will die when his mother grants it to be so and at the death of Io all those effected by her anger, will reveal the journeys that were caused by her anger. The reveal of all those effected will change the very world she will no longer get to live in.

Jayden Knox got married to the daughter of the prestigious Bassett family, Olivia, and he loved her wholeheartedly. Only if he knew her true intentions towards him. After spending a memorable night with his lover, he woke up the next morning and realized it had been another by his side. As a punishment, he was sent to join the military as mercy instead of being imprisoned. Working hard, he made a name for himself, the god of war himself in a man's form, that was how people had viewed him and he became the supreme general. But one day after bringing victory to his country once more, a call came through for him and he found out his parents had been killed and his sister was to be sold off at an auction. The real identity of his wife came into view as he learned she had conspired against his family with the four giants of the city. She had purposely drugged him that night and place another woman, Elsie Holden, her cousin by his side to get rid of them. Without thinking twice, he flew back to the city to rescue his sister. A lot had happened within the five years he was away, his family had been destroyed by those who set him up, the Innocent had been wrongfully punished for spending the night with him, not to mention the death of his parents. He had been gone for too long, fighting the wrong battles, it was high time he faced his enemies head on and got his revenge. Secrets are unveiled, new love interests sprout and the wish to protect a woman to his grave grew in him the moment he found out the secret she had been hiding.

"I think there is a misunderstanding here ma'am," he said to her. "That is my manager over there," he said pointing to Antonio, who was waiting by the side of the road for a cab, just a few feet from the restaurant. "I was only calling on him to give him the phone," Jason said, trying to placate her. But then, the manager was quick to walk up to them. "What is going on here?" He asked as he got to where they were. "Sir, this lady—" "Your boy tried to steal my phone," the lady interrupted and snatched her phone from his hand, not waiting for him to say anything at all. She seemed insistent on getting back at him for something that happened long ago in school. Jason opened his mouth to say something again but was interrupted by a hard slap across his face from Antonio. He staggered but maintained his stance. "Not only do you come late to work or be clumsy at your job," Antonio began in a fit of vexation. "You also steal from my customers too?" He asked Jason, who still held his face, still in oblivion at what had just happened. He nodded and tried to speak again, but Antonio stopped him with a wave of his hand. "I think I have had enough of all your shenanigans here and I think it is time to relieve you of your duties," Antonio said. Framed by a colleague and betrayed by his friend, Jason Abbout had his life crumbling to the ground. No one to run to, no one to share his pain with either, he was gradually dying. Not until, he received one call that changed his life. Now to those who hurt him, they must bow.

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.

He was buried alive on a Tuesday. Not with soil and a coffin but with debt, betrayal, and the quiet, practiced cruelty of a woman who had spent six years perfecting the art of destroying a man while making him feel grateful for the privilege. Daren Cole woke in the ruins of a collapsed building, the only survivor of a disaster his own company had been contracted to prevent. He had no money. No name. No proof he had ever built anything. His wife had already signed the divorce papers dated three days before the disaster, as though she had known. His business partner had already moved his assets offshore. His in-laws had already changed the locks on the penthouse apartment he had paid for. He had forty-eight hours before the arrest warrant was issued in his name. He used forty-seven of them to become someone they would never recognize. Armed with a recovered hard drive containing evidence that could bring down an entire industry, a dead man's identity that opened doors money alone couldn't, and the muscle memory of a man who had once built empires from nothing Daren doesn't come back for revenge. He comes back for reckoning. His wife is already chasing a richer man. His partner is already spending his money. His city is already celebrating his death. Let them. The question is not whether Daren Cole will reclaim everything they stole. The question is what he will do when the woman who buried him alive comes to him on her knees and he realizes he still knows the exact sound of her laugh.

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.

Trapped at the bottom of the corporate hierarchy, Lucas thought loyalty and hard work would earn him a future. Instead, his best friend Damon framed him for embezzlement, his fiancée Jessica abandoned him for status, and ruthless CEO Lancelot Peterson ordered his execution in a rain-slicked alley. But as blood pooled in the mud, a golden prompt ignited in his vision: Supreme Revenge Cultivation System Initializing... Waking up three years in the past, Lucas carries his memories, a ruthless mind, and a system that converts every public face-slap, broken conspiracy, and dead enemy into raw cultivation power. From executing a high-stakes public slap at the very engagement party that ruined his past life to hacking corporate broadcast networks with live evidence of his killers' crimes, Lucas transforms every trap into an arena for retribution. But as his power surges, a dormant ancient tablet reacts to his touch, unlocking a shockwave across the cultivation underworld and awakening the spirit guide Mandolin: Lucas is no ordinary victim—he is the last surviving heir of the supreme, long-lost Zekaron Immortal Bloodline. With the fiercely loyal Esther—a clinic assistant carrying a rare ancient healer lineage—by his side, Lucas wages an escalating war through underground fight arenas, corporate boardrooms, and secret realm rifts. As Damon spirals into paranoid madness and Lancelot unleashes dark cultivation syndicates to harvest the city's spiritual veins, Lucas dismantles every enemy layer by layer without a single step back. When ancient corrupted ancestors breach dimensional portals to drain the continent, the silent victim of the past stands at the peak of the modern world. Armed with god-tier techniques, a fully awakened bloodline, and an evolving System, Lucas will crush the betrayers, protect those who stood by him, and ascend as the ultimate Overlord of both mortal and immortal realms.

I narrowed my eyes at him and caught glimpse of a guy, standing in a corner and what’s weird is that he wasn’t dancing. He seemed different and odd for all this. He’s looking in my direction, very still and I can see him intermittently. The hat makes it harder to discern. Except for the creepy, fiendish smile, raising the edges of his mouth real slowly. I squinted my eyes at him. He tugged his hat from the right, an expression of a muted Hi! I nodded reflexively and opened my mouth to call Frank, who was busy with stuffing ice cubes in two glasses of beer. “Hey!” I called with my hurting head. “What?” he asked the glasses. “Who’s that? Someone new?” I pointed at him. Frank gave up the stuffing and looked in his direction. “Haven’t seen him before” he said with confusion. . . . Elijah Heath, an eighteen year old teenager was stalked by someone. Read to know who was he? And what made him behave this strangely. Does someone REALLY follows her? Or she's hallucinating like others say? . . . "Is someone there?", I moped around the dim-litted living room. "Guess it's just me. I'm making excuses to cease. No, Elijah! You have to finish this up!". As I ascended three steps, I realized a change in the air pressure around me, an odd creak and a clear presence of heat_ behind me. My breath abated. Just as I plucked the nerve to turn, my ankle was grasped and I slided down as some hand pulled me. My knees rubbed along the hard steps. **Caution**: Contains extremely disturbing content. Read only if you can stand murder and blood descriptions else you might feel nauseous.