Your So Ugly Jokes

‘Wake up, child. It's time to claim what's rightfully yours. Your time of being seen as a street dog has passed. Now is the moment to shine and exact vengeance upon all those that wronged us,’ the injured woman from earlier whispers to Phil while he's unconscious. •• He died and lost his identity, and died again to regain it. Now, the bullied, murdered, no-good garbage picker son-in-law, is Alexander Lord, the trillionaire heir of Labyrinth City, who has returned from the dead to exact vengeance on all those who wronged him—no one will be spared from his wrath.

The same robotic voice continues, "I repeat, after the long, loud beep comes to an end.This is an immediate need.At the government's request, the following message is sent.There is no test here.This nation or one of its allies has been the target of a nuclear attack.It's possible that nuclear warheads will arrive.The attack's scope, number of casualties, and location have not been determined.If there is a fallout shelter nearby, go there right away.Otherwise, please remain at home.You will receive additional information as soon as possible at the following frequency, 76.155/85.955 Megahertz.Keep your cool and wait for more instructions.This message will be heard again.The transmission terminates.The radio stops talking for a split second.The transmission then begins to repeat with a loud beep.

The Black cosmic force, a force capable of eradicating gods and high teir beings, bow resides in a young lad on earth. Yeah he's powerful, but lost his family to get such power. He grows up along with regret and torment of being able to control such massive power in his human body. After many years, he later accepts his fate and made the power to good use, becoming a protector to his city and beyond. When i say beyond, i mean outer space. Beings and Aliens from different dimensions and realms are on the look out for the cosmic power, so as to take it as their own and rule over all minors. He now stands as a bridge between the universe and these power hungry beings, putting his best to stop them.

"A mutt like you really thought he could marry into our family?" Isabelle Carter sneered, tossing a box at Karvel Cross’s feet. His old belongings spilled out—along with the engagement ring he had spent months preparing for Mariya. Laughter rippled through the room. "Pick it up, stray," Vincent Langford mocked, swirling his whiskey. "That’s all you’ll ever be. A discarded pet hoping for scraps." "Congratulations, Mariya," he said, voice eerily calm. "I hope your new fiancé doesn’t end up treating you the way you’re treating me.” But the humiliation wasn’t over. Her mother called him a mutt, Vincent Langford, a smug rival, mocked his existence, and soon, Karvel became nothing more than a joke among the elite. A discarded man with no value. What they didn’t know? The stray they cast aside… was a trillionaire heir. Karvel Cross is no longer the broken man they once laughed at. With secrets deeper than the ocean and a past that refuses to stay buried, he’s about to show them all—Mariya, Vincent, and the entire world—that the man they underestimated is the one they should have feared all along. "Dear ex, I don't need you anymore."

“You don't deserve this throne. Your birth was nothing more than a mistake by my late husband, so don't think any more of yourself. But if you still want to be King, then go into the territories and kingdoms outside Griffindale and build your army of followers and allies from scratch. Whenever you feel like you have amassed a huge following enough to seize the throne away from me, then you can come back to fight for it. But from now on, you are on exile.” “The throne belongs to me, Stepmother. Nevertheless, I will do as you ask. But rest assured, for what you've done, I will return—not just for my throne, but also for your head.” “While the Queen fumed with rage in her private chamber, Cyrus emerged from her quarters wearing a satisfied grin, knowing his destiny was now set in stone. He would one day become king, no matter what.” -------- This is my first novel on the platform, so my pacing and world-building aren't the best, but it gets better with time. The story is set in a medieval world, somewhere in an alternate version of ancient Europe. At first the tone focuses more on war and basic politics, but as the story progresses, there will be more magic/fantasy elements added - like dragons, witches and fables. If you enjoy the work, please consider supporting it in any way you can. Any means of support goes a long way for me and is duly appreciated. Have Fun!!!

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.

Eren grew despising the power those who claimed to protect his world possessed, later hating its wielders when he found out they were responsible for his mother's death. But when he is given the very power he detested with a chance to bring down the forces responsible for his mother's demise, will Eren stay true to his hate and anger or will he grow to love the very world he had sworn to destroy? **** [System alert: You have died!] [System alert: Your blood has been absorbed!] [Blood refining in process] [Blood refining halted!] [You have entered the Dream state - Welcome Eren]

In his final moments, he was given a chance to be back in the past by sacrificing his system. Clark promised himself that he would not let fate decide his future. … “Hey stop right there! Who are you? If you don’t have an appointment then you may leave” “Tell your master that I want to meet him” “Wait, Mister, Who are you?” “I am… Clark Montediore” His eyes glowed in the radiance of an amber. The mark of the Montediore. And that is how the missing child of Montediore came back. For his parents? For the love that he had for his family? For power? Of perhaps status? No, it is for something much more important than that.

What would you do if you suddenly died and met God? This is the development of events that befell the main character. By mistake of the gods, he dies and as an apology, they fulfill his wishes and send him to another world. But fate does not want to leave him alone, and the world he has chosen is not friendly. The world of Remnant is filled with monsters. Like the Grimm, so are the monsters that wear sheepskins to save themselves. And our hero is not so simple, he will fight to the end. And can he survive? Find out for yourself.

Wars............A theorem that can't be solved by most battle tacticians. ----------------- Kazumino Fujishimo a teenager who struggled psychologically till his teen. Enters into the army with the aim of eliminating all evil that comes his way. His real identity remains unknown to him, under the pretext of childhood trauma. He and the army tries to stop the impending signs of another world war. He only plays along to achieve is goals although, attracted to people around him, he finds himself in dilemma as his true past come to Hunt him down. The world war gets closer and it seems it's inevitable. Thus, the sangotaro force will shed blood and waste lives. Thanks to the opposition for making Fujishimo entangled in the war. He is frustrated as he thirst for the peace that reigned in the past only to find out that the so called war they were fighting was a peaceful one. Were they really fighting a war? Or were just giving the real deal a puppet show? Will he survive the extreme forces battling against him or will he be knocked down by his own identify? Will they solve the complication of an innocent male child turning into a cold hearted fighter? Who is the main cause of the deadliest disaster that befalls them? A world without war, is incomplete!