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Mister Money: Inheritance and Love

At Houston University's elite campus in Mayfair City, two worlds collide through the lives of Gerald Martinez and Danny Blackwood. Gerald, a scholarship student from the wrong side of town, navigates the marble halls in his thrift store clothes while his dark curls frame a face hardened by necessity. His worn sneakers echo differently against the polished floors than the Italian leather of his classmates. Danny Blackwood represents everything Gerald isn't—trust fund privilege wrapped in designer suits, a Patek Philippe gleaming on his wrist as he slides into his Lamborghini. The heir to a financial empire, Danny moves through university life with the casual arrogance of someone who's never known want. The catalyst for their collision is Xavier Chen, Gerald's former girlfriend who traded love for luxury when she realized Gerald's potential couldn't match her appetite for Hermès bags and Christian Louboutin heels. Now draped on Danny's arm, she's everything Gerald lost and everything Danny effortlessly possesses. Caught between them stands Naomi Ashworth, the conglomerate heiress whose friendship with Gerald puzzles their social circle. While Alice Montgomery, the school's untouchable beauty goddess, watches from her pedestal alongside Danny's inner circle—Yuri and class president Blondie—Gerald finds support in his dormitory under Rick's guidance and his loyal friend Clinton. As tensions escalate between the dormitories—Rick's working-class fortress and Ivar's white-haired kingdom of privilege—the university becomes a battleground where relationships fracture along lines of wealth, loyalty, and ambition. In Mayfair City's first-class restaurants and boutiques, every interaction carries the weight of class warfare disguised as college drama.
Xoxo_2025 · 14.7K Views

Assassin Tycoon: Slay, Earn and Upgrade With The CoreCoin System

How does it feel to lose your parents at the tender age of four? Imagine the trauma, the psychological scars. Now, take it a step further—what if they died right in front of you? That was Kael’s reality. As a young boy, he watched his parents perish while desperately protecting a golden coin. At the time, Kael had no idea of its significance. He only knew that their deaths were tied to it. Fleeing from his father’s murderers, he was forced to survive on the unforgiving streets, learning to fight, steal, and endure. Twelve years later, he had transformed into one of the deadliest assassins the world had ever known. He had no official title. No known employer. No traceable identity. Just a calling card. They called him The Coin Flipper. Not because he left his mark, but because after every kill—just as the body hit the ground, as the last breath escaped—he would flip a coin. No one knew why. Some believed it was mockery, a cruel reminder that fate had turned against them. Others thought it was ritual. But what they didn’t know was that each coin held power—literal currency of the Core System embedded in Kael’s soul. Every kill earned him millions. Digital fortunes funneled into off-grid accounts with each confirmed target. Blood turned into bounty, pain into profit. And one thing was certain: if you saw the glint of a coin spinning through the air, death had already found you. --- [System Initialization Complete] [Welcome, Holder of CoreCoin.] [Synchronizing Soul Signature…] [Access Level: Alpha Root.]
Peterson_89 · 23.1K Views

New Luna! New Rules!

“What? Are you flustered? You just had sex with an older woman?” Evelyn said, pouting. “Your perky breasts would disagree, my little flame”, Drake responded, staring intently into her soul with a smile on his face. Evelyn lost all sense of duty as she stared into the eyes of the stray wolf, Drake, the unmistakable resemblance to her past lover, the late Lycan king, the only man who gave her everything she was. Her world further crashed when he called her “little flame”, only Damian dared to call her that. Damian Blackhood before his demise had made her the sole heiress of his castle and trained her fervently, he was aware of the brutal ancient prophecy that his successor wasn't going to be from his bloodline but a flame in his life, Evelyn was that flame, he ignited it, a once discarded Omega trained to become Ravenclaw‘s Luna. But he kept a crucial secret from her; he was dying. Their love thrived until one night when Damian fell ill and Evelyn had to watch her once vibrant lover fade away gradually, he handed over everything he had to her and died, against mixed acceptance from the pack, she became the Luna of the pack navigating the roughness of the powerful position, forming alliances, breaking some, fighting battles. The greatest battle she had to fight was developing a forbidden affection for a young stray wolf boy who was the reincarnation of her lover, twenty years after he had left her stranded. Would she embrace her second chance at love even if it defies time itself? Would she deny herself happiness and hold on forever to the ghost of the past?
muonekeeazzy · 7K Views

NEW LIFE AND NEW WORLD

Being born without magic in a world where power ruled was the worst thing Mike experienced. As if that wasn't enough, his so called family kicked him out like trash putting the powerless Mike at dangerous worlds mercy. After a few days nothing bad happened to him, but the exact opposite. He found a goddess like girlfriend and was happy and thankful to whoever was controlling his fate giving him such a wonderful blessing. But his closest friend 'Mr despair', wasn't willing to part with him just like that, so he gave him one last kiss which resulted in his death. 'yes', his girlfriend conspired his death and was mercilessly killed by the hired hunters. __________________________________________________________ "Am I dead, is this what death feels like? It feels disgusting and it smells like sh*t and rotten" The next moment he opened his eyes, he found himself on a planet called earth where magic was only considered as fantasy. For once lady luck smooched his cheek and he found out that he had a system and could use magic in this new world. He made a friend 'Mina' and wanted to forget about his grievances and hatred in his heart but could his old friend 'Mr Despair' leave him just like that. The answer is no. That old foggy followed him and made a mess which turned Mike into a monster who shall devour both worlds in order to create a safe haven for himself. (Ruthless MC) (Weak to strong) (Overpowered MC) (war) (Slavery) The Mc is ruthless and will enslave others (because of trust issues) don't read if you are a hero-man. Join my discord for character references:https://discord.gg/2yv5PqsxbM
Muperi_T · 31K Views

Extra's Money System: Money from Distrust, Skills from Lies

"Ugh... what the hell?" My skull felt like it was being used as a drum in some heavy metal concert. Every throb behind my eyes promised a full-blown explosion. And then it hit me—right. I drank way too much last night. Bits of memory came rushing back: a nightmare workday, my jackass boss dragging me to an “after party,” one drink turning into ten. Couldn't say no, not when a bonus—or respect—was on the line. I groaned and rubbed my temples. This wasn’t just a hangover. Something was wrong. My voice—raspy and strange—escaped without permission. I froze. That was my voice… but it didn’t sound like mine. I sat up too fast. The world tilted. And then—trees. Everywhere. What the—? I lived downtown. This was a forest. I staggered up, legs barely cooperating. The air was too clean, too fresh. Like sixth-grade camping-trip fresh. Then something moved. A lump of earth? No. It floated. Floated. Ding! A chime echoed in my head like a glitch in a video game. "What the hell..." Nothing around me changed—except a woman standing nearby. Calm. Like this was normal. She turned and raised an eyebrow. “You coming in or not?” Still dazed, I nodded and followed. Ding! “ShapeShifter ability added to the shop.” Shop? Then a robotic voice boomed in my head, smug and cheerful: “Welcome to the Distrust System, dear host. Your mission: gain distrust. The less you trust, the more you earn. Bonus: every time someone lies to you, their power is copied.” I caught one word. Money. My confusion snapped into interest. If there was cash in this madness, I was all ears. The woman finally glanced back, unimpressed by my staring. “Lost?” she asked, tone like velvet hiding a knife. “Me? Nah,” I said, smirking. “Still right here… looking at you.” Her eyes narrowed. Later, she stood in front of an empty table, once stacked with food. All gone. She hissed. “Was he fasting for ten years?!” Her stash—gone, devoured by me. Murder was now top of her to-do list. She glanced at me, slumped with a bloated stomach and snoring softly. “Disgusting human,” she muttered, already pulling a hidden blade from behind the wall. She crept into the room, raised the knife— Thunk. Right into the blanket. No scream. She yanked it back. Pillows. Her eye twitched. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” A voice murmured behind her, smug as hell: “You know, for someone planning murder, you’re really predictable.”
Gompank · 1.6K Views
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