Your Talent Is Mine

Betrayed. Humiliated. Left with nothing. Once mocked by relatives, dumped by a heartless ex, and fired with nothing but shame, your life hit rock bottom fast. But when a convoy of black cars pulls up and a stranger hands you a golden-sealed letter, everything changes: “You are the sole heir to the world’s richest consortium.” Now you hold the power to make or break empires. Jets, mansions, private armies, they’re yours. But with money comes enemies, and the deeper you rise, the more dangerous the fall. Welcome to a world of deception, wealth, and power, where every move you make could be your last. Because the higher you climb, the more people want to watch you burn.

I want to create a kingdom where life is as convenient as I wish it to be. A comfortable world where everyone can laugh and enjoy their lives as much as possible. That's what I truly and honestly want. Ideals without strength are nonsense, and strength without ideals is empty, right? I'm a greedy guy, but I don't have an interest in seeking strength just for the sake of power, without the ambition to do something with it. But... "What are you saying? I'm the mastermind of the war between Dragons and Humans?" "Yes, Your Majesty. At that time..." "What are you saying? I am the mastermind of the Demon Race invading the central continent?" "Yes, Your Majesty. At that time..."

“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.

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?”

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.

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?

Kael Draven got played. Poisoned and kicked to the curb by his own blood, he was left to rot in a pitch-black mine while the Eternal Night gnawed at his bones. It was supposed to be a straight-up death sentence. But when his blood awakens his mother’s forbidden ring, he scores a God-Tier Forge System that turns cursed scrap into weapons of mass destruction. In a world where the dark eats everything, Kael is about to show his family that being an exile is just another word for being the most dangerous man alive. "You thought the dark was my prison?" Kael snarls, hammer in hand. "Nah, man. It's my workshop, and y'all are just extra material for the forge." With a system that appraises hidden stats and fuses forbidden horrors into god-tier gear, he’s climbing out of the pit to take back his birthright. His enemies think they’re safe behind their fancy magic flames, but the Smith is back, and he’s bringing the real heat. #Action, #Adventurous, #Fast-Paced Plot, #Tragedy, #Heir/Heirness, #Hidden Identity, #Intelligent, #Ruthless, #Decisive, #Brave, #Betrayal, #Face-Slapping, #Level up, #Revenge, #Weak to Strong

From Erwin Wickison I never asked to be here. One moment I was living my life, and the next I was dragged—along with millions of others—into a place ruled by a system that treats us like pieces on a board. Every Game is built to break something, whether it’s a body, a mind, or the small parts of myself I keep pretending are “good.” I’ve watched people die. I’ve watched people change. And I know I’m changing too. I just hope there’s something human left in me by the end… if there’s even an end. WARNING. This book contains smut, psychological decay, moral collapse, human intimacy twisted into survival, and a variety of horrors that do not wait for your permission before sinking into your mind. It will not hold your hand. It will not apologize. And it will not stop once you open it. If you continue, you’re choosing to step into a sequence of events designed to peel apart the comfortable assumptions you rely on to feel “safe.” Some of you will be fascinated. Some of you will be disturbed. Most of you will not remain the same. I’m not here to reassure you. I’m only here to tell you one thing: Whatever you think this is, whatever you think you know… you don’t. And once you begin, you can’t go back. — Welcome to the Games

"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

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 "