Fergus Scrap Yard

For years, he knew only stillness. Confined to a body that refused to move, unable to speak or act, his world was reduced to the smallest of motions—a blink, a breath. He had lived on the fringes of existence, watching life pass him by while his dreams withered, unreachable. On modern-day Earth, his broken body had long sentenced him to a life of quiet despair. Then the world changed. When the heavens split and the Cultivation Assist System descended, the rules of reality were rewritten. The Awakening brought power, opportunity, and a spark of hope to every corner of the world. For him, it brought a miracle: the chance to heal. The system mended the broken shell that had confined him for so long, restoring his strength and granting him the body he had always longed for. For the first time in years, he stood, felt the earth beneath his feet, and believed he could rise alongside the world’s new era. But even miracles have limits. While others rushed into the grand Pagodas—the centers of knowledge and cultivation where the strongest paths began—he was denied entry. Barred from the heart of the Awakening, he was forced to endure its trials on the outskirts. Every step forward came harder for him than it did for others. He clawed and fought for scraps of the opportunities others seemed to have handed to them. But he did not stop. Through sheer determination, he began to ascend. Slowly but surely, he carved out his place in the new world, defying the odds and the whispers of those who doubted him. He could see the life he had dreamed of—freedom, power, and the chance to soar—just within reach. But the world was not as kind as he believed. Just as he reached for the heights he had fought so hard to claim, betrayal struck. The knife that ended his life came not from an enemy, but from someone he thought loved him. The warmth of trust turned to the cold sting of death, and in his final moments, as the darkness took him, he wondered how he could have been so blind. But death was not the end. When he awakens again, in a new life and body, the memories of his first remain vivid and sharp. The struggles, the triumphs, and the bitter sting of betrayal—they burn within him, forging a determination that will not be silenced. The Cultivation Assist System is still there, but the rules of his second life are different, and the world he returns to is even more dangerous than before. Ashes to Apex follows the journey of a young man who rose from nothing, fought against impossible odds, and was struck down before he could truly soar. It is a tale of rebirth, ambition, and the unyielding drive to rise beyond the limits of fate. As the embers of his first life ignite a new flame, one question remains: How far can he rise before the ashes of his past threaten to consume him once more?

The Apocalypse Game has descended upon Earth. Disasters ravage the globe: volcanoes, earthquakes, floods, scorching heatwaves, deadly viruses, and brutal blizzards. In just six months, the planet's population has plummeted by 80%, and civilization teeters on the brink of collapse. Humanity's only hope lies within the Apocalypse Game, a brutal test of survival. Fortunately, Thomas Smyth awakens the [Super Monopoly] game plugin. Starting with a humble subway station, he begins his conquest to buy the world, one property at a time. Purchasing the subway station grants him a secure hideout and the opportunity to eliminate opportunistic refugees, looting their supplies. Acquiring the Crimson Cabaret allows him to take down cultists and obtain rare blueprints. Investing in the General Hospital unlocks a medical facility, providing a steady stream of vital resources. While others struggle to survive each impending disaster, scavenging for scraps and clinging to life by a thread, Thomas Smyth reclines in his resource-laden hideout, surveying his vast map of assets. His only dilemma? Which investment to inspect today.

Tianwu Continent, thirteen hundred years ago. The ancestors followed the strongest primal beasts, picking up the scraps of other primal beasts' carcasses left behind by their consumption. The mighty primal beasts did not bother to pay attention to these creatures smaller than their toe tips, while the ancestors felt immense gratitude towards the primal beasts for leaving behind some remnants, to which they prostrated themselves in worship.

What if your summoned heroes were broken people who needed saving first? Azea, once a celebrated pro gamer, had it all—fame, money, and the title of “World’s Best.” But after a devastating wrist injury cut his career short, his life spiraled into mediocrity. Now, 21 and bitter, Azea spends his days drinking soda in his apartment, playing low-tier dungeon crawls for scraps of loot. Everything changes when he wakes up one day with the rarest Summoner Class ever recorded—The Infinite Weaver, a class that can summon heroes from any world or reality, breaking the normal restrictions of the System. But he is Level 1. And every hero he summons is a broken, tragic character who needs to be repaired, mentally and physically, before they’ll fight for him.

In a world where humanity struggles to survive against rampaging beasts, Reid Fletcher, once a member of the powerful Fletcher family, has been cast out and abandoned. Born with pitifully low soul power, Reid’s future seemed doomed in a society that values strength above all else. Forced to live in the scrapyards, a forgotten wasteland where the outcasts scavenge and survive, Reid discovers a hidden potential—an ancient artifact known as the Evolution Codex. Read to find out how Reid's journey will unfold. Will he rise to the top or remain a nobody forever?

Outer yard disciple of the Tiansang Spirit Palace, Xu Xiaoshou, had average talent. However, after coming out of his death seclusion, he realized that everything had changed. He had received a Passive System with many strange, miraculous passive skills: He would become stronger with every breath. He would become stronger when he got attacked. He would become stronger when he got mocked… Xu Xiaoshou was forced to shout, “Oh God, I don’t want to be like this either. Everything I did was because I was being forced to! I am so passive!”

In a world where magic is widespread, and everyone has talents, otherwise - known as superpowers - five crystals thrive to keep the world in balance, the red, green, pink, blue, and black crystals. Five keepers watch over the crystals and each one has a special bond with it. However, the crystal's power is mighty, one’s body can barely hold everything in. At the Academy of Heroes, students train to become heroes to protect the world against evil and protect the crystals. *NOTE* I wrote this years ago when I was about 12, meaning that there are grammar mistakes. I am only putting this out here to see if anyone is interested and if I should work on rewriting this, or continue it, or just scrap it completely. Constructive criticism is welcome, please let me know about things to improve/change and if I should continue it,

Born on the darkest day in human history—the day extraterrestrials brought the world to ruin—Ashiro Ryukyu lost everything before he ever knew it. Haunted by the shadow of his family’s massacre and whispers that he’s cursed, Ashiro wanders through a desolate world where survival is the only law. But as he grows, strange powers awaken within him—abilities that link him to the extraterrestrial force that obliterated humanity. Driven by a need to understand his origins and a hunger for vengeance, Ashiro is torn between his desire to end the invasion and the fear that he might be destined to finish what the aliens started. In a ravaged landscape where savage cults and desperate survivors war for scraps, Ashiro stands on the edge of salvation and annihilation. He is the last hope—or the final weapon—in a brutal world that sees him as both monster and messiah.

“I'd give you my soul, if that's what you want.” Eleven. Silver locks. Amethyst eyes. Shiny skin. Blood sweeter than wine. Most sought after 'good' in the Kingdom. She was everything a man would need, and also everything a man would kill to have. Whoever touched Eleven's hair would be granted good things. Whoever plucked her eyes out would get gems richer than the kingdom's currency. Whoever scrapped her skin would be getting a warm coat. Whoever tasted her blood would be granted immortality. She was a Goddess. Goddess of Life. * “I'd burn the fucking world for you, if that's what you want.” Zeiss. A rare man. Has the power of invisibility. The power to turn anything into flames. The power to end a person's life with just thoughts. The power of all wicked things a person wouldn't wish to have. The same world he promised to give her, the same world he would burn to the ground, if she wished for it. He was a God. The God of Death. When Zeiss meets the sought after Goddess of Life. He is reminded everything about his mother. Her silver locks and her eyes that shone brighter than gems and diamonds. Eleven, a woman who spoke to him like no other. A woman who made him believe he had a soul in him after he had thought he had none left. A woman who could bring him life and also be his damnation. The first and only woman he was loved by and ever loved.

"Swish... Swish..." Sounds of trickling water came from the yard, and Wang Daniu groggily opened his eyes, subconsciously reaching down to his crotch, thinking he had wet the bed. But there was nothing. Wang Daniu tiptoed out of bed and peeled open a sliver of the door, under the moonlight he saw a charming woman, scooping water and pouring it over her shoulders, ladle by ladle. Someone was bathing, it turned out…

In 1989, a man named Ben Harold embarked on a project he believed would change the course of humanity. His goal? To build a functioning time machine. Through a strange mix of charisma, luck, and relentless determination, Ben managed to attract a small team of equally unconventional minds who shared his vision—or, at the very least, his curiosity. Ben wasn’t a household name, nor a lauded scientist. He had once been a promising physics professor, but his obsession with time travel had seen him ridiculed and eventually exiled from academia. His theories were branded fantastical, impossible, even delusional. Yet to those who dared ask why he persisted, his response was always the same: "Because I have to." For years, Ben toiled away, filling notebooks with sketches of improbable machines and equations that defied conventional understanding. His garage, cluttered with wires, metal scraps, and half-built contraptions, became the center of his universe—and, perhaps, the edge of reason. But then, sometime in 1991, Ben Harold, his team, and every trace of their work vanished without a sound. The garage sat empty. The notebooks, gone. Friends, family, and authorities were left with only questions. No sign of struggle. No answers. Only silence. But everything would be cleared up in 2017 when Ben was discovered in an abandoned house next to a pile of dead bodies, but even stranger, he hadn't aged a bit since 1989.

Everything was going according to plan—until my life was turned upside down. I had just graduated from university and was ready to start my career, fulfilling both my goals and those of my parents. But then, disaster struck. —— Creation of the World—a game that grants its user the ability to control a limitless world, with the power to create and destroy anything without restriction. Cassian watched helplessly as Earth was consumed by the world he had built. Unable to intervene, he suddenly found himself in a body that wasn’t his own. Cassian Starhold—the older brother of the world’s greatest hero. —— I was content with my life as a puppet, a slave whose only purpose was to toil away, sacrificing everything for a few worthless scraps of metal. But my enemies couldn’t leave me in peace. They brought war to my doorstep and destroyed everything I had spent my life building. I stood among thousands of their strongest sons, as they listened to the man who had ignited the fire in my life. Towering and imposing, he spoke from atop majestic marble columns, his gray hair blending with the crowd. Thousands of people, all sharing his features, gazed up at him with eyes filled with admiration and ambition. “People are not equal!” he declared, his voice dripping with arrogance. “We are the pinnacle of evolution! There is nothing beyond us! We have risen above piles of inferior blood, leaving massacres in our wake. And now, you are about to inherit this legacy.” He paused, surveying the crowd below with cold pride. “But this power must be earned. It is not granted by birth. Wealth, power, status… these things demand mountains of victims just to catch a glimpse of them.” His arms stretched wide, madness and pride gleaming in his eyes, and the crowd mirrored him, thousands roaring with fervent pride. The sight was terrifying. “You have no idea what your ancestors sacrificed to put you here. But you will learn. And I swear to you, with my pride on the line…” “Only those worthy of us will survive!” "Soon, I will show you why we are called dragons!" What these so-called dragons don’t know… is that a puppet will rise to shatter their illusions. He’s wrong. None of them will survive. ====== Author's Note: As you can see from the tags, the MC will eventually become a villain, but not at the beginning—and not even within the first three arcs. I'll take the time to carefully build his character and develop his transformation in a way that feels natural and logical. His ultimate goal is to return to his original family, so he harbors a deep hatred for the world he’s been pulled into. This novel will explore darker themes like slavery, murder, mind control, and betrayal. However, it will not contain R-18 content, so if that’s what you’re looking for, you might want to reconsider. The MC won’t be OP from the start, nor the smartest, but he will quickly gain experience and grow.

Ji Fengxie never signed up for this nonsense. One moment, he was enjoying the sweet misery of his crappy apartment; the next, he woke up in a world full of sword-swinging lunatics yelling about “immortal cultivation.” Exciting? Not really. Because instead of being the chosen one, Ji Fengxie found himself in The Broken Sword Sect—a sect so irrelevant it made roadside inns look like prestigious institutions. Forget talent, treasure, or even a cool backstory. Ji Fengxie had none of it. In fact, his job description seemed to involve two things: getting kicked around by stronger disciples and being the guy they send to die first in dangerous missions. The sect was pure chaos. Disciples fought over scraps of resources, Elders plotted against each other, and Ji Fengxie? He just wanted to avoid getting chopped by someone’s random sword technique. His only tools for survival were his brain, his gut instincts, and an uncanny ability to look like he knows what he’s doing. But hey, even side characters can dream big, right? Ji Fengxie wasn’t here to just scrape by. If the universe wanted to play dirty, he’d play dirtier. He already has a step-by-step plan in hand; Step one: figuring why bald people mad. Step two: outsmart bald people with a flying sword. Step three: ...try not to die.

Stanley Berkowitz is your average vertically challenged nerd with an abrasive attitude living in recluse from the outside world when his life inexplicably changes when a dimensionally displaced Succubus princess that looks eerily familiar fell through a portal and landed in his back yard. Advance chapters available on my Patreon at 'Streggaeworks'

Now that Selena Yard had accidentally fallen pregnant with triplets with their father being an unknown man, she was even betrayed by a scumbag and kicked out by her family. After all that she had experienced, she made a glamorous comeback with cute babies in tow and swore that she would fight to get back what she had once lost. She might have been a domineering president, but something unexpected suddenly happened. "Mommy, we want him as our father!" "Daddy, we'll help you to woo our rich mommy!" The triplets even went to extreme lengths to match-make her with the man of their dreams!

To keep the multiverse in check, sometimes you've gotta get your hands dirty. When Amon took on the mission to find two missing agents, she didn't expect her brother to betray her in the process. Nor did she anticipate his betrayal would leave her stranded, with no way home and living off of scraps. Determined to accomplish her mission and bring him to justice, she will do anything--even if it means the fate of the world she was meant to keep intact.

Ashima Hito, a sixteen-year-old survivor of a brutal human trafficking ring, is consumed by rage and a thirst for revenge. After enduring unspeakable horrors, he finds himself at the mercy of a merciless city, scavenging for scraps to survive. When a chance encounter leads to a fatal stab wound, Ashima reflects on the cruelty around him, only to awaken as Aiden, the son of the feared Demon King. Reborn into a realm of magic and conflict, Aiden grapples with his newfound identity and powers. Despite his heritage, he is determined not to follow the path of a typical hero.Aiden must navigate a treacherous landscape filled with human spies, political intrigue, and looming war against neighboring kingdoms.

Meet Yozora, the charming student council president with a love that’s as intense as it is terrifying. He's got a sharp smile, a dangerous edge, and a love for Momo that makes stalking look like a hobby. When Momo, an ordinary girl trying to avoid drama, accidentally becomes the center of his obsessive attention, things spiral from sweet gestures to… creepy behavior. Yozora’s “love” is full of flowers, threats, and knives—but all in the name of passion, right? Whether he’s writing her name on every scrap of paper he can find, cornering her with a knife in a back alley, or showing up uninvited just to remind her who she belongs to, Yozora isn’t going to let anything—or anyone—stand between him and his perfect girl. But Momo? She’s just trying to survive. Between dodging his unpredictable moods, refusing his advances, and desperately trying to keep her sanity intact, Momo has no idea what she’s gotten herself into. Can she survive his “love,” or will she fall victim to his twisted affection? Find out in this dark romance comedy where obsession is the ultimate love language—and Momo’s just trying not to get stabbed in the process. Warning: This book contains humor, romance, and seriously unhinged behavior. Read at your own risk—Yozora may just win you over. Or else.

All the people in the world, tied together by the threads of fate. We as the human race have only one outcome; death. However, it isn't necessarily so simple, is it? For the past three hundred years, ever since a strange accident in Hokkaido, demons have plagued the Earth, and faith in God has fallen away; because while Hell's denizens run amok, feasting on the weak and the young, the angels stayed in Heaven, assuming they even exist, not lifting a finger to help the human race. Now, in modern times, many people are convinced that Heaven isn't a reality, that it never was. Tomoe is one of these non-believers; which is why he's absolutely confounded when he finds a girl who could not be anything but an angel, bleeding and bruised in his back yard. She demands that he doesn't call an ambulance, that he lace their fingers together... and that's when Tomoe's life changes, forever and irreversibly. Bound to this angel in inexplicable ways, he finds himself with new abilities, new responsibilities and new opportunities. With the angel who calls herself Aine on his side and parents nagging at him, high school senior Tomoe is about to begin navigating an entirely new and mostly secret world, struggling to do what he thinks is right and using the red threads that bind everybody together as a guide. Demons, angels, youkai, co-workers and annoying highschool kids... what the hell could go wrong? (I will be entirely honest right here; Tomoe and Aine are originally from the visual novel; Bokuten: Why I Became an Angel. It was so depressing that I haven't managed to finish it yet, and so I have completely adapted the characters, keeping their names and appearance but making them entirely separate characters. This will be to Bokuten as Fifty Shades of Gray is to Twilight, except Bokuten was already sex filled.)

Morgan, that was his only name, the only name he'd allowed himself to have. he was twenty one, currently homeless with nothing to his name. due to some unfortunate scenarios, he lost everything, everyone, he was truly alone, or was. it was like any other night, eating scraps from a nearby trashcan while sitting near the fire, in the blink of an eye; he's in another world and as god no less

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They say if you dig through the scraps long enough, you'll find gold. In your case, however, it's not gold, but something more—potential for power. Absolute power that will make you unrivaled in the world. - Source: Trust Me Bro "I'm telling you this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. And If you don’t grab the bull by the balls...I mean horns, you may never get another chance." "The choice is yours. You can either lock in and accept your fate or go back to living your shitty life." ----- Ben Yuan, a transmigrator from Earth, finds himself in a new world of technology, where circumstances force him to live as a scrap scavenger. After years of this harsh existence, Ben stumbles upon alien technology that promises to change his life forever. But this discovery comes with a catch—the alien offering the power has its own, questionable motives. Now, Ben faces a decision: accept the alien’s power and align himself with its mysterious goals, or return to life as a junk man with nothing to lose. Ben chooses the former, bonding the alien technology to his right arm. Thus begins the bizarre journey of an insignificant scavenger rising to the pinnacle of the world, destined to become the first technological overlord.

Note: (Disclaimer at end of abstract). Synopsis: "In the heart of the boundless Phantom Continent, rests a cursed region smack in the centre of all that is known, aptly named as the Central Region. A domain shrouded in perpetual gloom, despair clings to every shadow and its sole purpose seems to be crushing the souls and dreams of the unfortunate souls that take shelter upon its land. Life is a fight for Existence and Reality however cruel, is alas never what it seems to be. Whispers of precious ore, ancient artefacts and ruins of ancient civilisations only lead to ruin - factions descend to lay claim to these scraps like vultures, blades quench the thirst of the land with rivers of fire, which mirror the stars from afar that flicker in isolation with an insatiable desire. Amongst the chaotic lands, a tale starts. An adventure, a mistake, a ghost, a foreigner, a world, many worlds, alliances, betrayals, intertwined fates and dangers fraught at every corner. A protagonist that isekai's into a still living being in an earnest bid to grow stronger and a pitiful soul that longs for what was once share a mysterious bond. Destiny is calling, the line between the living and dead is blurred, the powerful shape Reality, however amongst this rollercoaster of events, the shadows vie for their own nefarious purposes, for the shadows are always watching. As if life wasn't a misery as it were, it hit Zuck Borris with the roll of a die - the odds were never in his favour. Firstly, a stranger gave him the old boot - throwing his soul out to the dogs in the streets. Then a mysterious voice started talking to him. Yet it didn't seem to be doing him any favours in reclaiming his flesh and bones. Meanwhile that backstabbing fiend didn't even notice his existence and already seemed to be bringing trouble to his body. Roland, however, was as calm as the ocean bed. Some ignorant fools seemed to be scheming against him. Ever since he answered that damn call, his life seemed to become more troublesome. However, perhaps there was some part of him that smirked at this opportunity, to gain control over his life with enough strength to face all that may come his way. Who protects this Reality, that Reality and everything in between? Can a mortal man spit upon the immortal obstacle that tightens its grasp to crush all beneath it? Can the rivers burn what they touch as the worlds collide and the sun is all but lost? Are answers always to be sought? Turn that chapter if you so dare..." Disclaimers: There will be content in this webnovel that covers potential sensitive areas to some, including - violence (fighting), abusive language (swearing / cussing), concepts of self-harm (some bullied characters may consider self-harm), divide in society (different factions/ power levels) & other similar concepts that usually apply to any cultivation/ sci-fi webnovel. Also, the start is more world-building focused, so do saddle in your seatbelts and work through the first 20 chapters to get a feel of what we have in store. :)

This is an old story I was writing when I was 13-15 years old and scrapped the idea. I figured that maybe you would enjoy it tho none the less. I don’t really remember what the story is about that well anymore so hopefully you’ll enjoy it. I do know it was my first attempt for a werewolf story so hopefully it’s good? “You’ll always be in my sight. Never out. Never will.” He said to me with jealousy and rage radiating off his body. I looked at him with anger and I ran out of the house. I’m tired of this! I have no home to go to but here but anywhere right now seems better. No turning back. “Stay away from me, forever!” I yell to him behind me while making a run for it. “Helang! Come back here! Don’t go! I need you in my life!” After he said that; I heard this desperate and sad wolf howl. “Helang! I need you. I’ll find you you hear me?! And don’t you think about trying to move on!”

In a world shattered by the Great Cataclysm where survival is a daily struggle and the powerful reign supreme, Daniel Thorn stands at the precipice of destiny. Once a down-and-out mercenary scraping by on meager jobs, his life takes a dramatic turn when he integrates with SELENE, the Strategic Engagement and Logistics Enhanced Nanobot Engine. Armed with the cutting-edge AI System, Daniel's journey from a struggling soldier to the most formidable mercenary in this post-apocalyptic world begins. SELENE offers him more than just enhanced reflexes and nanotech healing; it becomes his guide, his strategist, and his edge in a brutal world where strength and cunning are the keys to survival. As Daniel navigates the treacherous ruins of Arkanis City, a place where the wealthy thrive in opulence and the poor fight for scraps, he discovers the true potential of SELENE. The System's HUD provides real-time updates, tactical analyses, and mission objectives, turning every encounter into a calculated opportunity for growth. But the stakes are high, and the enemies are many—from the shadowy Black Market Syndicate to the ruthless Iron Fist Militia, and many more factions that try to take his AI system from him. In this sprawling post-apocalyptic landscape, Daniel will uncover rare and valuable materials mutated by nuclear radiation, engage with powerful factions vying for control, and confront the dark secrets that led to the world's downfall. With SELENE by his side, he will rise through the ranks, mastering new skills and abilities, and forging alliances to become a legend in a land where legends are scarce. Witness the transformation of Daniel Thorn as he evolves from a hardened survivor into a beacon of power and resilience. Dive into an epic tale of strategy, combat, and the indomitable human spirit, where an AI system could be the key to redefining humanity's future. ---

Suddenly, the yard around me seemed to fade, the sunlight dimming. In its place, a suffocating darkness closed in, the sound of chains rattling in the still air. Cold metal bit into my wrists, and I could feel the damp stone floor beneath me. I was back there again. The smell of damp stone and iron filled my lungs, the faint drip of water echoing in the distance. The darkness seemed to press in from all sides, suffocating, unrelenting. My body ached—each bone, each muscle screaming in silent protest—but the worst pain wasn't physical. It was the crushing weight of betrayal. "Still alive, little brother?" Jun Shen's voice slithered through the darkness, sickly sweet, as if we were merely playing some twisted game. Maybe it was, maybe that's what I am to him, a play toy."How resilient of you. But tell me, how long do you think that will last?" His footsteps echoed, slow and deliberate, and my breath caught in my throat. The chains that bound my wrists trembled as I shifted, trying in vain to lift my head. I couldn't see him, but I could feel him—his presence a dark, looming shadow that filled the place, leaving no room for hope. "You've always been the weak one, Xuan Jie," he said, squatting down so his face was level with mine. I could feel his breath against my ear, his voice dripping with mockery. "A disgrace to the family name. You can't even protect yourself, much less live up to our father's legacy." I clenched my fists, though the chains barely allowed movement. I wanted to fight back, to scream at him, but my body refused to obey. I was too weak, too fucking weak to fight ."bloody hell" I cursed weakly.The ache in my limbs was nothing compared to the cold that had settled in my heart—the realization that the person I had looked up to, the brother I had admired, had betrayed me in the cruelest way imaginable. "I trusted you," I whispered, my voice barely more than a rasp. The words felt fragile, like they would shatter under the weight of his disdain. I hated myself for falling so low, for being so weak, so stupid to the point I trusted to devil himself. Jun Shen chuckled, a sound that sent a chill down my spine. "Trust? How naive you are, little brother. Trust is a weakness. It blinds you, makes you soft. That's why you've always been a disappointment to Father. You're too weak to survive in this world." I knew it wasn't a lie, I let father down so many times but he still cared and protected me leading him to his own demise . His words were like daggers, each one aimed with precision at the parts of me that still tried to hope. My vision blurred, and I couldn't tell if it was from the pain or from the tears I refused to let fall. Jun Shen rose, his silhouette towering over me. "Look at you now. Pathetic." His voice turned cold, the mockery replaced by something darker, more dangerous. "You should have known better than to think I'd ever see you as my equal. You're nothing but a stain on this family's honor." I felt the weight of his boot pressing down on my chest, pinning me to the floor. My body screamed in agony, but the pain was drowned out by the anger that roared to life within me. My brother—my blood—had reduced me to this. I had trusted him, and he had taken everything from me. "You..." My voice cracked, barely audible, but the fury behind it was real. "You'll regret this." Jun Shen's grip tightened around the chains that bound me, and he yanked them hard, sending fresh waves of pain coursing through my body. His smile never wavered. "Oh, little brother," he said softly, his voice dripping with mock affection. "The only thing I regret is not doing this sooner." For a moment, all I could feel was the crushing weight of his betrayal, the cold bite of the chains, the suffocating darkness of the cell. But somewhere, deep beneath the pain, something else stirred—something fierce, something unbreakable. A spark. The memory shattered, leaving me gasping for breath,

Her life was far from a fairy tale. She even doubted it would have a happy ending. Nonetheless, she was a fighter, a survivor. Growing up in an orphanage taught her that life was never fair. Living in the system forced her to fight for every piece of scrap she got. But she still considered herself lucky for the people in her life. No matter how hard life had been until she lost one significant member of her family. It seemed it was downhill from there. But was her luck about to change as Charlene, with aliases Charlie, Selena, and Princess Jasmin, landed an acting job, not on stage, but in real life? It was a good pay. So, why not? But was it worth it? Raise in luxury and privilege was the only thing he knew. He had everything, so he should not complain until his parents ordered him to marry a stranger. Fueled by frustration, Prince Elijah, also known as Eli, entertained this idea of swapping identities with his driver, Hunter, to evade his fate. Ridiculous, right? Armed with their fake identities, they embarked on their task of stopping the wedding. But what if they ended up in bed, in each other's arms, doing what they were not supposed to do? Much worse, what if they created a new life? What would happen next? Would it be a day they would rather regret or a night they would never forget? ***** [Warning: Mature steamy content, slight violence (in the later chapters), and some inappropriate language] COVER PHOTO - Credit to the owner.

Two sisters enter the world of a book they read after purchasing it at a yard sale from a peculiar old lady. Little do they know that it's not a book in its entirety. It's also an illusion. A gateway hidden in plain sight to another world. A world they once lived in. A lifetime of memories which they have forgotten through the passage of time. Waking up in the bodies of people from a forgotten time, haunted by strange dreams of death and a voice which informs them that they must defeat a Demon Lord if they wish to survive. There is no mention of returning home. What could these ladies possibly do? Will they take action and fight? Or will they succumb to these most unusual set of circumstances? One thing is certain, they have far too much in common with the bodies they're possessing. THE COVER IS NOT MINE.

Through a mysterious portal, Chen Jin arrived at this strange place - a post-apocalyptic world where civilization had been destroyed. Consequently, he found - A piece of metal scrap A robot trash collector A battleground A city A ton and more of gold A copy of high-tech documents A... In short, Chen Jin found a planet.

What would you do if your planet ceased to exist after a nap? Once upon a time, there was a princess… Scrap that. Once upon a time, there was a hermit called Yao Si. She was an orphaned hikikomori who lived a peaceful and mundane life in her cosy little apartment. Just when she thought she'd live out the rest of her mundane days... she died. By a strange twist of fate, she was somehow turned into a vampire, even worse, a fifth-generation weakling with no combat ability at all. Vampires had their own little secret society, cultural feuds, and called themselves bloodlings. With the threats of another civil war among the bloodlings, Yao Si remained composed. 'Even if this war of bloodlings rages on again, it will need a miracle to affect me,' she thought. So, a miracle occurred... When she was woken up from a millennnia-long nap, she found that her beautiful mother planet Earth had ceased to exist. Even the oldest bloodling in the entire universe was now one of her grand [ times infinity] child. Everyone will have to call her “ancestor” from this moment onwards! The peasant Yao Si had successfully revolted and taken charge, let's see who dares to call her a weakling anymore! "Hey! You, that guy over there! "Yes, you. "Come on, let's fight, if I lose, I will call you 'dad'!" So... she has a new dad. Yao Si "..." Mu Xuan "..."