Who Is Scar Kong

Anastasia has spent her life bound by expectation, her body carved with the sacred runes of gods who never once cared about her. Bought, trained, and perfected, she was meant to be a prized offering—until Malvor, the God of Chaos, won her in a bidding war just to spite the others. But he doesn’t ask for what she expects. He doesn’t demand anything at all. Instead, he teases, torments, and infuriates her at every turn, peeling away her defenses with a smirk and a ridiculous pet name. She’s spent her life knowing how to please men. But Malvor? Malvor wants her—not the performance, not the expectation, just her. That should terrify her. Instead, it makes her wonder what it would be like to want someone back. Set in a world of mischievous gods, decadent indulgence, and dangerous desire, Scars Made Divine is a story of love, freedom, and a trickster god who never expected to fall for the woman he never meant to keep.

Expanding the synopsis to 2,000 words would turn it into a detailed introduction or prologue rather than just a summary. Below is a refined and extended version that gives more depth to the story while keeping it engaging and immersive. --- Who is Greater? A Story of Faith, Money, and Sacrifice Prologue: The Silent Question It was a cold night. The kind that seeps through your clothes and wraps itself around your bones. The sky stretched endlessly above, a canvas of stars glimmering like scattered diamonds. The moon, pale and unwavering, stood still in its place, indifferent to the world below. I sat in my courtyard, nestled in an old rocking chair, gazing at the vastness above. The silence of the night was comforting, almost deceptive, making me forget the burdens I carried. If only life could be this peaceful. But peace is a luxury. For a long time, I had believed in the goodness of life. I had worked hard, built a home, and raised my family with love and devotion. My daughter was growing into a bright young girl, and my son—my little boy—was the light of our lives. But life is unpredictable. One moment, you are standing firm, and the next, you are swept away by a storm you never saw coming. That storm came for me when my son fell ill. Chapter 1: A Father's Burden The next morning, I left for work. The streets were waking up, people rushing to their destinations, unaware of the battle I was fighting inside. An auto-rickshaw approached, and I raised my hand to stop it. It sped past without hesitation. I sighed and continued walking. The cold air wrapped around me, but I ignored it. I had bigger things to worry about. As I walked, I saw a familiar face—a long-lost friend. "Hello! Where have you been all these years?" I asked, the joy in my voice surprising even me. We exchanged warm greetings, our handshake firm and full of unspoken memories. But no matter how much we smiled, I couldn’t ignore the weight in my chest. "How is your family?" he asked, his tone soft. I hesitated. "My daughter is fine… but my son is unwell. He has been admitted to the hospital." His face darkened with concern. "That sounds serious. What will you do?" I sighed deeply. "I don’t have the money to continue his treatment. Can you help me?" For a moment, he said nothing. I could see the battle in his mind—the guilt of wanting to help but being unable to. Finally, he nodded. "I’ll try." Chapter 2: The Hospital Walls We rushed to the hospital. The halls smelled of antiseptic and quiet desperation. My mother stood near the doctor, worry lines deep on her face. "Doctor, what’s the situation?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The doctor looked at me with practiced detachment. "Your son needs surgery immediately. You must deposit ₹2 lakh as soon as possible." The words hit me like a punch to the gut. ₹2 lakh. It might as well have been ₹2 million. "I… I don’t have that kind of money," I admitted. The doctor’s gaze didn’t waver. "Without payment, we cannot proceed." A suffocating silence followed. My friend placed a hand on my shoulder, grounding me. "We’ll find a way," he said. And so, we ran. We made countless calls, begged for help, knocked on doors. Some helped, others didn’t. Piece by piece, we collected the amount. By evening, we had ₹2 lakh. The surgery was scheduled. But this was only the beginning. Chapter 3: A Temporary Relief The hours passed like years. When the doctors finally emerged, my heart nearly stopped. "The surgery was successful," they said. Relief washed over me like a wave. My son was safe. For now. But reality wasn’t done with me yet. The next day, the doctor called me aside. "You will have to stay here for a few more days." Days turned into weeks. The bills stacked higher. My savings had already vanished, and each passing moment brought a new demand. One evening, the doctors sat me down. Their faces were unreadable. "There are additional complications," one of them said. "Your son needs

A high school student who believes that reality is merely an illusion begins to witness strange and unexpected events as the school year starts. At first, he assumes these occurrences are just tricks of his own mind, but over time, he starts to realize that there is a deeper and more mysterious truth behind them. While the people around him seem lost in the mundanity of everyday life, he is keenly aware that something is not quite right.

Xu Tianyin was never meant to exist. Branded a cosmic mistake from birth, his very bloodline rejects him, erasing his presence from the world. Denied the path of ordinary cultivation, he is forced to carve his own—a forbidden road of void and suffering, one that feeds on absence and thrives on wounds. Hunted by those who fear what he might become, he walks the line between survival and oblivion. But in the shadows stands Bai Yeming, a mentor whose past is as shrouded as the void itself. Cold yet unwavering, she alone sees the potential in his cursed fate. Together, they defy the heavens, forging a path that should not exist—one that will either shatter the world’s understanding of power or consume them both. As celestial forces close in, one question remains: Can a man who was never meant to be leave a scar upon the heavens themselves?

He had some serious issues to deal with. She had some heavy baggage to let go of. So much guilt...just how much wounds were to be healed? He broke her. She picked the pieces...only to be broken again. Just the perfect couple. ••• 'Kae...' Her voice was barely a whisper. 'Pleasure to meet you, Miss Bennett.' The man answered curtly.

Dark powers are full of devouring, and spatial powers are full of mystery. Two different abilities appear simultaneously in one person. Can eyes also kill people? That is the power of space. Will men also be raped by beautiful women? That is the fate of the protagonist. The seductive vampire beauty, the bright and holy supernatural saint, and the mysterious soul sacrificial witch will all appear around the protagonist and change his fate...

Liang Weining rose to become a 'favorite' of Mr. Chen, the capital magnate of the Hong Kong Region, in just six months. The outside world said she climbed up by her beauty. No matter how good a vase might look, it can't escape being discarded once the owner grows tired of it. As such, everyone watched and waited. After three long years, they finally received news of Liang Weining's dismissal. While the entire upper circle thought Liang Weining had become history, nobody knew that on the eve of New Year's Eve, an entertainment reporter captured a romantic moment. In a black business car parked underneath the Zhonggang headquarters building, the backseat window was half-lowered, and Mr. Chen, who was always dignified and composed, unexpectedly lost control. In the mottled shadows, he grabbed the chin of a young girl and kissed her fiercely. The photos were exposed that same night, and a heavy snow fell over the Eastern Suburbs of Beijing. Inside the Mid-hill Villa, the fireplace blazed warmly. The man took the girl's soft, boneless hand from behind and guided her to write on the Xuan paper: Chen Jingyuan. "When will we go public?" he asked in a low voice. As soon as he'd finished speaking, the mobile phone screen lit up. The exclusive breaking news headline from the Hong Kong media flashed before their eyes again, and Liang Weining fretted over the news title, "Let's wait a bit longer." Chen Jingyuan's voice was slightly deep, "What are you worried about?" "My dad's blood pressure has been unstable lately." Years later, Mr. Chen gave an interview to the media, addressing personal issues. Reporter: "For you, what was the biggest obstacle in pursuing Mrs. Chen back then?" Mr. Chen paused for a few seconds, then smiled lightly, "My father-in-law's blood pressure." - High-ranking man X female secretary | 90% sweet | 8 years older.

Love is a thorn, piercing the heart causes pain, and removing it causes bleeding. But even the oldest scars will gradually heal as time passes.

Jillian Smith’s life takes a heartbreaking turn when her mother, Lillian, passes away. Struggling with grief, she faces even greater challenges when her father, Harlond Smith, remarries. Thrown into an unfamiliar world of deception and betrayal, Jillian is sent to the countryside, her education abruptly cut short by those determined to erase her future. But Jillian refuses to be a victim. With resilience and unexpected allies—including gang members who see her strength—she fights back against those who are aganist her. In admist of family conflicts, school rivalries, and dangerous threats, she discovers the power of love, friendship, and perseverance. Jillian joins Tingshua University in Chengdu where she takes a major in Cardiology to resolve a mojar knot in her heart. As she unravels the truth behind her expulsion and the enemies lurking in the shadows.Jillian must decide: will she let her past define her, or will she forge her own path to healing and love?

[If you are looking for a slow romance, you can give it a check if not, you'll be disappointed] Aera, a young 28-year-old was about to make her dream debut by opening her own floral shop that could be shipped in and around. Nevertheless, things didn't go as she planned. One would say that transmigrating to a book sound like a fantasy, however to Aera, it became a nightmare when she woke up in an unknown world even when she hasn't died yet. With an unexpected turnout, her life was hanging by a thin thread. Aera was presented with an option-either she goes back to her world with her memory erased or enter the other world, and comes back with the memory intact to have her revenge. Never did she expect of choosing the worst villain of all. A character in a book where she killed the Empress and her unborn child. Worst, the male lead was reborn time after time with his memory intact. His grudge still hung on torturing the villainess. Even more worst, the ML was a split image of her long-time crush. ----- "Do you hate me that much?" As soon as the question was raised, a table lamp flew past through the said person, smashing against the wall behind him. "More than enough to kill you right now." The female figure responded with nothing but hatred and disgust in her tone. Her jewel eyes that glow under the dark never left her gaze on the other male person who was sitting on her opposite. ----- The male lead wasn't the only one Aera had to put a guard on but even other characters when one after the other began to make an appearance. The more the flow gets out of the plot the more twisted it gets. Her only goal was to survive so she could go back home.  P.S:- English is not my first language and I am weak in grammar. I'll be happy to receive either a critics or feedback or comments...^-^ Please do give it a read till chapter 3 or above to get the clear picture.

A death and another death...and just like that 14 Brides murder. It's a mystery story where the murder of the brides didn't wanted to stop until A 15 years old boy Jack who always wanted to a detective step his foot in the City and encounters this case. It's a murder mystery and more of a detective story of a Boy named jack. And believe me it's going to make you stay up all night thinking what is going to happen next. The story is set on the 19th century of American theme. And please do not judge it by this lazily written Synopsis because I just don't want to reveal anything yet. If you want you can start from the first chapter and then leave a review for me. That's all go and read. The story is totally mine and any relation with any living thing, place, case, name, or anything else shall be treated as just a coincidence.

In a world ravaged by war between two kingdoms, we follow the life of a young man, a future soldier, who seems completely indifferent to everything around him. Throughout his journey, he will encounter many incredible individuals, each with their own goals, sharing respect, competitiveness, hatred, and wounds.

Ana grew up in a home where love was an unattainable luxury. Marked by abuse and despair, her life takes a devastating turn when her father sells her to a wealthy family, stripping her of her freedom, her first love, and everything she once knew. Trapped in a world of appearances and lies, Ana clings to the illusion of love when a young man from that family becomes her only light in the darkness. But that light soon turns into shadow when she realizes he is not the savior she imagined, but a far more dangerous version of the demons she tried to leave behind. Caught in a web of manipulation, pain, and inner struggle, Ana must face her past and herself to find the strength to escape, heal, and reclaim her right to live on her own terms. A story of love, obsession, and redemption-where the scars of the soul run deeper than those on the skin.

Waking up in a hospital with a broken leg and a splitting headache was bad enough. But being trapped there as the world collapsed? That was something else. It started small. A patient down the hall coughing—a wet, ragged sound that never seemed to stop. Then the whispers between nurses, the frantic pages over the intercom. By the time the first screams echoed through the corridors, it was already too late. The infection didn’t start today. It had been building, spreading, hiding in plain sight. We just didn’t see it—until the doors burst open and the blood began to flow. I was awake for all of it. I heard the gurgled cries of those who couldn’t run. The ones who tried to fight. The ones who turned. I smelled the decay before the bodies even cooled. And when the world outside finally went quiet—when the sirens faded and the streets emptied—it felt like nothing was left. But survival isn’t just about escaping. It’s about something more. I don’t believe the world ends just because the rules change. I don’t believe we’re meant to scatter and die alone. Because even now, in the ruins of everything we built, there are still people out there fighting, surviving, searching. And as long as we remember that, we have something left to fight for.

Synopsis: In a world where Alphas rule with absolute power, Alpha Caidren Thorne stands above them all—a warlord feared for his cruelty, a ruler whose hands are stained with the blood of both enemies and kin. His lands are harsh, his rule even harsher, and his name alone is enough to strike terror into the hearts of those who hear it. But there is a darker truth hidden beneath his legend. Every Omega sent to him has perished. No one knows why. No one dares to ask. Some whisper that his presence alone is enough to snuff out their fragile lives, that no Omega can withstand his brutality. Others say that he is cursed, doomed to be alone forever. But Caidren does not care. He has never let anyone close—not a mate, not a lover, not even his own people. His heart is stone, and his hands are weapons. When the noble House Velmire is forced to offer him an Omega, they do not send their treasured daughter. Instead, they send Elias—an adopted outcast, a boy without a place in their world. Elias has spent his life alone, unwanted, and now, he is being sent to a fate worse than death. And when he arrives at the Bloodfang Stronghold, he is welcomed by a scene of horror. A man clothed in black can be seen writhing in agony. Blood soaking the ground. And standing above it all, delivering judgment with cold precision, is Alpha Caidren. Elias’ fear takes root instantly. This man is no savior. He is death itself. Caidren barely acknowledges him, dismissing him with a single glance. Another Omega. Another life that will soon disappear. But Elias does not die. Days pass. Then weeks. And for the first time, an Omega survives. Elias is not weak. He is not fragile. He is not like the others. And against every instinct, every warning, Caidren begins to take notice. What starts as indifference turns to fascination. What was once just another burden soon becomes something the Alpha refuses to let go of. For the first time in his life, Caidren is afraid—not of war, not of death, but of the one thing he never thought he could have. And when enemies rise and threaten to take Elias away, Caidren will burn the world to keep his Omega safe.

A woman's worth isn’t measured by her past, but in a world where secrets are currency, hers could cost her life. Plot Summary: Elara Sinclair is no saint. She has lived a life on her own terms, making choices that the world often deems "unforgivable" for a woman. But she’s never let judgment break her—until one wrong encounter changes everything. After a passionate night with a mysterious and dangerously charming stranger, Elara wakes up to find herself framed for a murder she didn’t commit. The man she thought was just a fleeting pleasure is gone, leaving behind only his name—Cain Mercer. As the city whispers about her “sins,” painting her as reckless, broken, and easy to discard, Elara fights to prove her innocence. But in the shadows, there’s a deeper game at play. Someone wants to see her suffer, to make her past the weapon that destroys her future. And the only man who can help her—the very man who vanished after that night—holds more secrets than she ever could. Between seduction and survival, between power and vulnerability, Elara must decide: Will she let the world define her, or will she take control of the narrative? But in a world where desire is dangerous and love can be lethal, some choices come with a deadly price.

Natasha Alexandra Reymundo never knew her father. She live without any knowledge about who her father is until when her sick mother told her otherwise. Before her mother died she told her everything about her father that's why she's in this situation right now. She have 3 choices; one, let these people take her in the orphanage. Two, make a run for it and hide from these authorities before they put her in an orphanage. And lastly, just go and introduce herself to her father. And of course, she choose the latter.

"You know what a good girl would have done? A good girl would have stayed home instead of sneaking out of her father's compound just to get a man to fuck her. A good girl wouldn't have stabbed a man like me with a pen. And most of all, a good girl wouldn't be turned on by holding a gun to a man's chest." I lean closer to her. "You're no good girl, Ivanna." "You… you're wrong." "Go on then. Come on. Pull the trigger." *** My name is Ivanna. I am the daughter of Misha Sidorov, the head of the Krasnoyarsk Bratva. I have just graduated and I’m about to go to college. My life is perfect until Sergio Sakharov comes into the picture. He is the darkness itself. He reigns over the entire Sakharov family and by extension, the Dvina River Vory Bratva. His word is law, and his desire is absolute. Everything changes in a split second when he steals me away and holds prisoner in Tyva, a bride for his only heir. But Sergio doesn’t take no for an answer. He always gets whatever he wants and against all reason, he claims me for himself instead. He thinks I’m the perfect match for his desires and he is determined to keep me close, even if I fight him at every turn. Except, I’m no helpless pawn. I’m not innocent. I have tasted his dark side, and I want more. The don himself, the man they call the Volkov of Dvina River appeals to me in the most sinful of ways. His wickedness draws me in, and when he decides that he wants me, I’m helpless. I can’t resist him, even if it means giving myself to him. He may think he has power over me and can control me every step of the way, but I’m about to show him who the real boss is.

The scar you gave and still giving my name is Aileen Quinn, my dream is to travel abroad why? because I want to get my mom out of their claws. who are they? the richest people in this city. though their house is made up of gold we give fire to refine their gold. .............................. today I had the chance to travel abroad, wow I am on the plane, the excitement that brew my heart turned into regrets. the moment I got off the plane I was robbed and left wanting by the police. ... thank goodness there is my savior "you thought I was your savior? me!!! the police here don't like me. I visit them more often than I do my books for a high school student, and they love me for my presence. that place is like my second home" indeed he wasn't joking because of him my passport was ceased they don't trust him.......... now what will I do in this foreign land This cover does not belong to me

Emma’s life takes a dramatic turn when she discovers she’s pregnant, but there’s one glaring problem: five men could be the father. As she struggles with fear and uncertainty, a chilling prophecy from her past resurfaces, if she terminates so she embarks on looking for the most befitting father.

Elisya lost trust from the one man she had loved with all her heart. she was abandoned by her family, and he took her in and now she got abandoned all over again? will Ronan take her back? will she find room in her heart to love someone again? will she allow Kieran to be her comfort zone? why not find out...

A naive boy named Raka constantly shouted that he wanted to be the strongest swordsman in the universe, just like the typical hot-blooded comic book protagonists. Raka was very confident because he believed he was a destined prince who could change the course of the world. He thought this way not just because of his blind confidence or other empty things, but because of the strange dreams he kept having. Since he was a child, when Raka slept, he dreamed that he would become a great figure, whether in the military, in the civilian sector, or even in the medical field. Raka's dreams were so real as if he experienced them himself. Even more commendable, the limited information in his dreams had truth in them. Everything went according to Raka's wishes at first, but on the day of his awakening, instead of awakening the holy sword that he should have, he awakened a virtual resonance in the form of a bed. With this, Raka was devastated. He never thought he would become the greatest swordsman in the universe, but only in his dreams. Raka, who was confused, felt that the people around him were mocking him, his friends pitied him, and his family doubted him. At a time when Raka was desperate, the sword that had been with him for years turned out to have what is called a spirit. So all this time, what Raka thought was a revelation from heaven turned out to be information deliberately implanted by the Sword Spirit to disrupt his cognition and make his body compatible with the souls within the sword. With this, under the conspiracy of the Sword Spirit, Raka was severely injured. With this, five souls entered Raka's soul chamber and caused chaos. Several memories belonging to other people immediately merged with Raka's soul, which was constantly being injured by the other five souls. When he was in a life-and-death crisis, Raka was saved by a miracle. But after that, Raka became confused about who he was, whether he was Raka or one of the five invading souls of the sword spirit, or what. Now the naive Raka is forced to grow up and experience a severe identity crisis, will he still pursue his dream of being the greatest swordsman in the world or something else? 

"Now, listen to me" he commanded and I instantly looked up at him. "Rule number one, no screaming. No matter what I do to you, I must not hear a single noise. If I do, it would most definitely get worse" he said and my heart hammered in my chest. "Rule number two, when I tell you to do something, you do it, or else, I will whip you repeatedly and make sure you're on the brink of death but just enough to keep you alive." He said with a wicked grin on his face. "Rule number three, follow those two rules" he said and got up. Out of the blue, he whipped me again and I screamed. I had never felt that much pain in my entire life. "Tsk tsk, you're a slow one" he said and I held my breath as I awaited the next whip. He whipped me again and I managed to stifle a scream. "Good girl" he said and went back to sit on his bed. "Now, strip." He ordered and I shakily got up and began to pull my clothes off my body. ... Kieran had a regular life until a ruthless Alpha turned it all upside down. She suffers and even gets rejected. What happens when she has a better second chance mate who is protective and the ruthless Alpha who made her life hell is butting into her life again?

Who is the woman in black within the Ceria Forest? Why is there a harp in the middle of an abandoned forest? Who, who is she? What memories are these?

She lost everything, fought with nothing, and in the end she lost what was never hers to begin with. . . . Eliara was just a child when dragons burned her world to ash. Powerless and broken, she swore vengeance—not for herself, but for the people she lost. Years later, war consumes the land, and Eliara will do anything to protect those who remain, even if it means sacrificing herself piece by piece. Alongside Princess Iris, the only light left in her darkened world, she fights for a future where no one else has to suffer as she did. But the deeper she sinks into war, the more the lines between justice and vengeance blur. Kingdoms crumble, alliances shatter, and the people she swore to protect slip through her fingers—some lost to death, others to something far worse. And as she uncovers the truth behind the war, she is faced with a horrifying realization: the enemy she has been fighting all along may not be the true threat. Betrayed by fate, torn between love and duty, Eliara is forced to ask herself—how much of herself can she sacrifice before there’s nothing left? And if she loses everything… will she still have the strength to stop what’s coming? . . Hope you enjoy this!!!

Daxton Vice returns from London on a business trip to find his older brother unexpectedly insane. Apparently, he’d missed a series of incidents that led to his brothers predicament. He meets his brothers almost-wife, and is captivated by her. Like every man, he falls for her after a few months. Because of the strong bond and love he shares with his brother, he visits him frequently in the mental asylum, and realizes that his brother always has minor lucid, yet fragmented moments. After months of visitation, he puts two and two together, discovering that all was not as it seemed. Events that had occurred naturally in the eyes of all, were exactly the opposite. A new emotion arises in him, and he’s forced to play a game of life. With the odds stacked against him, he vows to bring the truth to light and give his brother the justice he believes he deserves. Only he doesn’t know that his competitor is as deadly as a snake’s venom and far more dangerous than he could ever imagine. Gwenever Welch was a woman no man should ever want to meet.