Your Boyfriend Rule 34

"You miserable lowlife! Just get the hell out of my house!" Angela screamed. She dragged an overstuffed duffle bag out into the living room. "Please, Angie," Andre said. "We can work this out..." He pleaded in a docile tone, trying to calm his girlfriend down. She had never been this furious with him before. "Work out what? Your bankruptcy? How do you plan on doing that when your bank balance is zero?" Nathan, a deliveryman was betrayed, and kicked out of his house by his girlfriend. Was bullied by people around him. When he thought everything was over, he suddenly got a multitalented, and sudden wealth system. Now, he got the skills, and he's going to show them.

What could be more devastating than watching your lover being shot by a masked man right before your very eyes in the dead of night? Everly isn't just confronted with a daunting reality that shatters her hope for a future with Edwin, but one that also sets her on a new path. In an unexpected turn of events, she relinquishes her dream of being a model and becomes a prosecutor driven by the desire to apprehend Edwin's murderer. However, fate intervenes, and every step she takes seems to lead her to her father, Hubbard. Will she find it in her heart to forgive him for taking away her only source of happiness, or will she ensure that he pays the full price for his actions?

In the divided land of Elyndor, power is everything. Whether born a mage, a monster-slayer, or a martial savant, your destiny is carved by the strength of your Core. Rashford Oakwood has none. Mocked and discarded, he faces a gruesome death at the hands of raiders only to awaken in the ruins of his village with an unnatural force coursing through his veins. His soul has been reforged. His enemies do not yet realize they’ve made a monster. But Rashford does not seek revenge alone. He seeks answers: to the secrets his father died for, the powers that fear his awakening, and the war tearing Elyndor apart. Each chapter draws blood. Each battle writes history, And Rashford’s story is only just beginning.

Granted another chance by Fate to redeem himself, Persia swore to make his oppressors all kneel before him. " Your first order young master? " " I want the Juans clan on their knees "

"If you want to collect your pay and something extra, quickly dispose off this and come for your pay," Harry sneered, tossing a used condom at Oliver with the contents spilling on Oliver's body. This is one of the many humiliations Oliver endured daily to meet his needs. In a world where wealth and status determine one's fate, Oliver, the campus poorest , saw his misery deepen when his girlfriend left him for the campus richest guy. When Oliver's despair reached its peak, fate intervened. He finds himself as the heir to the powerful Howard conglomerate, suddenly finding himself at the reins of affairs of its vast empire. Forgiveness is not an option. Oliver won't stop at nothing to avenge the wrongs done to him, exacting his revenge tenfold

Once a legendary general, Kael Ardyn was killed on the battlefield—betrayed by those he trusted most. But fate offers him a second chance. A chance to be reborn. Not as a warrior. Not as a hero. But as a sickly prince everyone believes is already half-dead. The palace sees him as useless. His stepmother wants him gone. His stepbrother is already reaching for the throne. But Kael remembers everything from his past life. The wars he fought. The strategies that won battles. The mistakes that led to his death. Reborn into a weak body, Kael hides his recovery and begins to move carefully—protecting his younger sister, uncovering poison within the palace, and turning enemies who mock him into pieces on his board. When the woman betrothed to him is taken and offered to his stepbrother, Kael is left with only one path forward: a brutal tournament meant to decide strength and if he is worthy enough to marry her and to rule the kingdom. This second life is his chance to do things differently—and to take back everything that was stolen from him. The throne awaits, but the path is paved with danger, deception, and trials that will push him to his limits. Can the reborn prince prove he is the kingdom’s true heir—and become the ruler history will never forget?

Seventy-eight years after the fall of the galactic hyperspace gate network known as The Veil, humanity’s once-glorious empire lies fragmented, drifting in the ruins of forgotten technology and collapsed alliances. Planets have become isolated war-states, AI gods rule over fractured digital realms, and ancient secrets fester in the vacuum of space. When the Veil mysteriously reactivates, releasing a wave of untraceable quantum signals and impossible anomalies, former war criminal and memory-hacker Riven Hale is pulled out of cryo-prison for one last mission: uncover the source of the reawakening, and prevent a second collapse. As Riven travels from derelict colonies to technocratic citadels, he uncovers a disturbing truth—reality is fraying. A mind-plague known as the Mnemonic Dust is rewriting memories across systems, blurring the lines between past and present. At the center of it all is a fanatical cult called the Dustborn, who claim the universe is a decaying simulation built by extinct, higher-dimensional beings known only as the Architects. As Riven pieces together his forgotten past and the role he once played in an erased war, he’s hunted by synthetic assassins, haunted by implanted memories, and drawn into a war for reality itself. The question is no longer who controls the Veil. The question is—what is real?

Everyone knows Valmor as a fugitive soldier—hunted, broken, barely surviving on the borders of war. No one knows the truth. No one knows he is the King of War, a name that alone makes enemies tremble and retreat. And yet, in a single cruel twist of fate, he discovers his entire family has been slaughtered—and the hand behind it belongs to his own ungrateful, treacherous fiancée…and them. Valhalla Calling: “Your fate was sealed the moment you chose me as your enemy. Even hell will spit you out when it learns you crossed me.” Death Calling: “Valmor has broken the law, and we have no choice call the Ruler of that Terrifying Place, The Drakmor and The Blackvale, they will deal with Him, and you know what’s going to happen if they come?”

“This isn’t a union Ken, it has never been one! Rather, it is charity.” Ashley interjected rudely forsaking the weight of her words. ******** Ken Gregory battled stigmatization and humiliation all his life due to his poor financial status. But eventually lost faith in humanity the day his wife celebrated her engagement with another man on their anniversary. During the climax of his turmoil, the table suddenly turned in his favour and he quickly transitioned from being stigmatized to inflicting stigma on his oppressors, when he found out he was the lost heir of the Grand Emperor Gregory of CidaVille. “I will make y’all eat your flesh and drink your blood for making my life miserable!” He lit his cigar and puffed it into thin air.

After dying during a failed buttocks enlargement, Jasmine who just won a contest as the most beautiful lady in the was reincarnated in the opposite of who she was in her formal life. As the ugliest baby on earth, Ugly-face must achieve his eartly target, or be send back to hell... What is Ugly-face babbling about?" Alicia asked as she make a face at me, pinch my left cheek and said, "you can smile as long as you like. I am not a fans of yours, and your smile can't change my mind." "Let's go and play with other children. His bizarre smiling is giving me chills," Betty announced, hissed and walked off. "Will you play with him for a while?" Alice asked Alicia. "No chance, buddy. I can't touch that thing with six feet long pole," Alicia answered back, peeked at my face and let out, "babies smiles are supposed to make someone to feel relaxed, but your smilling is giving us chills." Alicia left, and I was left alone with Alice who keeps smiling back at me. "Give me your hand, sweetheart," I mumbled as I stretched my right hand towards her. "Poor baby... He is lonely and want me to carry him." "Yes, Babe. Carry me up and plant a wet kiss on my lips."