Ragged Trousered Philanthropists

•••Before starting to read. This is a casual novel for fun. There's no unique story. at the beginning MC is very powerful and system is also powerful••• "Excuse me, what is your dream?" "To be a philanthropist!" "Okay! As a philanthropist, if you have one million, will you donate it?" "Yes!" "What about ten million?" "Yes!" "Don't even mention ten million, I'll donate one hundred million." The interview ended. That night. "Ding! Your bank card has been credited with one hundred million!" "Ding! If you use 100 million for charity to help those in need, you can permanently obtain S-level return rights" ... Many years later. "He is a legend. He is worth one trillion, rich enough to rival a country. He is known as the God of Movies, God of Investment, God of Songs, God of Cooking, God of Chess, God of Cars, God of Fighting..." " Let's welcome Mr. Hu Yibao!" "Mr. Hu, what is your dream now?" "To be a philanthropist!" I Will Upload 2 Chapters Every Day Arthur: 今晚必须肝 Translator: Axon46

[MATURE CONTENT WARNING: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK] Jo has spent her life surviving on the streets, invisible among the hungry and desperate. She is a shadow in the city, quick fingers and quicker feet keeping her alive in a world that does not care whether she lives or dies. But one mistake—one stolen purse, one misplaced step—changes everything. Dragged before the Emperor’s mother, Jo expects punishment, perhaps even execution. Instead, she is taken to the Red Keep, not as a prisoner in chains, but as something far more valuable. The empire is built on fire and blood, and the Mother has plans for Jo—plans that involve silken chambers instead of cells, gowns instead of rags, and a fate far worse than death. Because in the empire, power is passed through bloodlines, and an heir born with the right lineage is worth more than gold. Now, Jo must navigate a court where she is both pawn and prisoner, where her body is no longer her own, and where love is just another tool of control. With enemies at every turn and a future she never chose looming ahead, Jo must decide—will she submit to the cage built around her, or will she become something more dangerous than they ever imagined? Because even birds in golden cages can learn how to bite.

Synopsis: A war-torn kingdom. A prophecy lost to time. A fate neither of them can escape. Zyra Valeris was meant to die. Marked at birth by an ancient curse, she was abandoned to the shadows, her existence erased by those who feared what she might become. But fate had other plans. The night the blood moon rises, Zyra’s dormant powers awaken, and with them, a bond she cannot sever—one that ties her to Kieran Duskbane, the ruthless Shadow King. Kieran has ruled the kingdom of Noctis with an iron will, his name whispered in fear. Cursed by the gods and bound to darkness, he swore never to take a mate—until Zyra crashes into his world, a storm of fire and defiance, awakening a primal hunger he cannot control. The prophecy speaks of a queen who will either save or destroy the world. As war brews and old enemies rise, Zyra and Kieran must decide: fight their fate or embrace the connection that could either break them… or make them unstoppable. But fate is cruel, and love has never been more dangerous. ------- Context: Zyra has just awakened her celestial fire for the first time while trying to escape Kieran. But the moment their bond activates, everything changes. ------- Excerpt: The night bled red. Zyra’s breath came in ragged gasps, her hands trembling as golden fire licked up her arms. The earth beneath her feet cracked from the force of her awakening magic. She had never felt power like this—searing, endless, alive. But she was not alone. A dark presence loomed behind her, and when she turned, her entire body locked in place. Kieran Duskbane. The Shadow King stood mere feet away, his gaze locked onto her with something between fury and hunger. Midnight tendrils of darkness coiled around him like living smoke, shifting as though eager to swallow her whole. The moment their eyes met, the world shuddered. A force—ancient and inescapable—snapped into place between them. Heat ignited beneath Zyra’s skin, foreign and all-consuming. She staggered, clutching her chest, where an invisible thread now tied her to the man before her. His expression darkened. “No.” His voice was raw, almost furious. “This isn’t possible.” Zyra’s vision blurred as pain lanced through her body, a tidal wave of emotions that were not hers. Rage. Hunger. Longing. Him. “No,” he growled again, as if denying fate itself. But it was too late. The bond had sealed. And in that moment, Zyra knew two undeniable truths: She was bound to the most dangerous man in existence. And no matter how hard she fought… she would never escape him. ---

Twenty-eight year old Delilah Sterling, has perfected the art of being a respectable realtor by day, and a professional gold digger by night. Delilah believes she has her double life under control. Her meticulously crafted life crumbles when she wakes up one morning with a wedding band on her finger, a marriage certificate on the table, and a sinfully gorgeous man claiming to be her husband. To make matters worse, he is broke and jobless, making her feel trapped in a surreal nightmare. Desperate for escape, Delilah demands a divorce, but the stranger—insisting he wants to stay married—thwarts every attempt. Frustration and confusion mount until Delilah hatches a new plan: she proposes they team up to con her next target, the elusive billionaire, Hunter Quinn. What Delilah doesn't realize is that her "broke husband" is actually Hunter Quinn himself. Billionaire CEO, Hunter Quinn, having discovered Delilah’s intentions to con him, had decided to outplay her at her own game. Hunter agrees to the partnership, and together they plunge into a high-stakes game of deceit. As they plot and scheme, the lines between pretense and reality blur. Their forced proximity ignites an unexpected chemistry, leading to moments of vulnerability and genuine connection neither anticipated. Caught in a whirlwind of deception, passion, and power plays, Delilah grapples with their growing feelings. As their con deepens, she must confront the ultimate question: Can she open her heart to love and trust again? ****Exerpt**** Delilah’s eyes darted to the marriage certificate again, the official seal glaring back at her. Her fingers itched to tear it apart, to make this nightmare disappear. But deep down, she knew that wouldn’t change anything. “I don’t remember,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “I don’t remember any of it.” Blake nodded as if he had expected this reaction. “That is expected. You had a lot to drink last night.” he fished out a phone from the back pocket of his trousers, opened it. “Here, this is us celebrating, after we got married last night,” he said, showing her a picture. Delilah’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the photo. It was indeed her. “How?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I don’t remember any of this.” “It was a wild night,” he said softly. Perhaps she had married Blake because he was wealthy. That would be the only logical reason for her to make such a blunder. There was hope, she thought, as she clung to the possibility of salvaging something from this disaster. Turning to him, she forced a smile, “Is this your house? Are we in your house?” She asked, looking around the bedroom. Blake shook his head, “No. This is a hotel,” he said, and she nodded. “I see. It looks like quite an expensive hotel,” she observed, “What do you do for a living?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she searched his eyes for any hint of affluence. Blake hesitated, his confident demeanor faltering for the first time. He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m... in between jobs,” he stuttered, avoiding her gaze. Delilah’s heart sank, disappointment crashing over her like a wave. “In between jobs?” she echoed, her voice tinged with disbelief. Blake seemed to sense her dismay. “I know it doesn’t sound great,” he said quickly, trying to reassure her. “But I’m working on a few things. I just need a little more time.” “You’re jobless,” she muttered to herself as reality sunk in. “How did you pay for this room? For the wedding bands?” She asked, and he winced. “I didn’t. You did,” he said, and she collapsed on the bed. (PS: Cover photo isn’t mine. Credit to the real owner)

Ethan Cross was just a broke university student, juggling part-time delivery jobs and barely making ends meet. To make things worse, his girlfriend dumped him for a rich guy, calling him "a loser with no future." But fate had other plans. On a whim, he bought an old painting at an auction for $50, not knowing it would change his life forever. That painting was once the most treasured possession of Alexander Langford, the world's richest man who had just passed away. And in his will, Langford made a shocking decision: Whoever bought the painting would inherit his entire fortune. Now, Ethan is the heir to a trillion-dollar empire, with mansions, private jets, elite companies, and more money than he can ever spend. But wealth comes with its own dangers—rival corporations, underground syndicates, and even secret cults want him dead. To make matters more complicated, Langford’s final wish was for Ethan to marry his only daughter, Myra Langford—a cold and mysterious beauty with a past of her own. With power beyond imagination, enemies lurking in the shadows, and a woman he can’t understand, Ethan must navigate this new world while keeping his true strength hidden. From rags to royalty… his reign has just begun.

Nate’s POV: The Beast Awakens The burning started in my chest—subtle at first, like a dull ache, but it quickly spread like wildfire. My vision blurred, and every nerve in my body screamed. Not now. Not here. I stumbled back, gripping my arms as the pain intensified. It felt like something inside me was tearing free, clawing its way to the surface. My breath came in ragged gasps, and the world around me dimmed. "Nate, stay with me!" Leona’s voice barely registered through the storm raging in my head. The heat surged, and with it, a primal force I couldn’t contain. My skin prickled, muscles twisting and bones cracking as fur erupted along my arms. My hands... no, claws now, dug into the dirt. My nails were black, curved, and razor-sharp. A deep, guttural growl escaped my throat, one I didn’t recognize as my own. "Nate!" Leona yelled again, stepping closer. Brave, or stupid. Maybe both. I lifted my head, locking eyes with her. Her fear hit me like a wave—but behind it, there was something else. Trust. “Stay back,” I growled, my voice layered with something... inhuman. My lips curled back, revealing sharp teeth. The beast wanted out. It wanted blood. But I wasn’t ready to give it everything. Not yet. With a shuddering breath, I forced myself to stand, claws flexing, muscles coiled like steel. I could feel the strength surging through me—powerful, untamed, and deadly. "You wanted a monster," I snarled, glaring at the enemy ahead. "You’ve got one." ---

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself. Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans. *** He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. "So, you laugh?" His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. "Hades, I—" "But you only laugh at other men's jokes," he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. "Not your husband's." The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us. A nervous chuckle escaped me. "You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake." In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. "You can’t laugh at my jokes..." he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, "but you’ll come with my fingers." I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment. "I don’t need your laughter," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "I’ll have every other part of you instead." **** Dark fantasy romance Morally Grey ML Angst Suspense ENEMIES to lovers Smut (like sprinkles on your ice cream)

The dead don’t lie. But sometimes, they whisper things you were never meant to hear. Forensic pathologist Orion Blackwood has spent his career cutting open the dead. But there’s something he never tells anyone—when he touches a corpse, he hears its final words. A dying breath, a muttered name, a cryptic warning. The problem is, they only speak once. And if he doesn’t understand them in time, the truth rots away along with the flesh. One night, a mutilated woman is wheeled into his autopsy room—no fingerprints, no ID, as if she never existed. As Orion reaches for his scalpel, the corpse’s bloodless lips part, and in a ragged whisper, she speaks: “Don’t let him find you.” Then, her jaw snaps shut. Her body goes cold. And Orion realizes something is very, very wrong. The next day, she disappears from the morgue. No records, no evidence, no proof she was ever there. Even the security footage shows only Orion, standing alone in the room. As he searches for answers, the whispers of the dead become more insistent. A faceless figure watches from the corner of his eye. His own reflection moves a fraction of a second too slow. At 3:33 AM, his phone rings from an unknown number—on the other end, he hears his own voice, whispering something he cannot understand. The deeper he digs, the more the truth unravels. And buried at the center of it all is a terrifying secret: Orion Blackwood is not supposed to be alive.

“Why are you fighting this, Patricia? What are you afraid of?” He stalked towards me until my back hit the wall. My legs wobbled in lustful resignation. “Liam, Liam please…” I cried out breathlessly. His hands cupped my face and his softness of his beautiful eyes melted me inside out. “Please what? Tell me what you want, say it. Don't make me keep begging.” I couldn't think anymore and he pulled me to him. I felt the heat from his body burn me ruthlessly. “I don't know, I just–” “Then let me love you. Let me touch you. Let me kiss you like I've been dying to kiss you since we met at your exhibition. Let me in, please. I'll take care of you, just, don't push me away anymore. I can't take it.” I looked up at him, and I couldn't bear it anymore. Taking in a ragged breath, I crashed my lips against his. ….. My ex-husband cheated on me, arrested me and sent me to a psychiatric hospital. As a grumpy heiress, the whole world failed to see the injustice and was excited to witness my downfall. But I've always been Patricia Lynn, and I can never be hidden away. After getting rescued by a savior that wanted my intelligence in return, I'm back and full of rage, so I will repay them all! I will never fall for another man. Love made one weak! But my savior, oh my savior, the rich mogul, Liam Colloway, was warming his way into the delicate skin between my legs and I fear, my heart too…

Ethan's head throbbed violently as he opened his eyes, his vision hazy and unfocused. A dull ringing filled his ears, drowning out his thoughts. "What’s happening…?" he thought, his mind sluggish, struggling to catch up with reality. One moment, he was asleep—or at least, he thought he was—and the next, searing pain forced him awake. His vision swam, shapes blurring together in a disorienting mess. But then, muffled noises filtered through the haze—frantic, panicked sounds. Someone was trying to scream, their voice smothered, choked by something. A cold shiver ran down his spine. As his sight gradually sharpened, Ethan's breath hitched. He was on all fours, looming over someone. A girl. Her body twisted and writhed beneath him, ropes biting into her wrists and ankles. Her mouth was gagged, muffling her cries. Her wide brown eyes, brimming with fear and fury, glared up at him. Ethan's body locked in place, his blood running cold. "What the…?" His mind reeled, thoughts slamming into each other in chaotic disarray. "What kind of bizarre dream is this?" Panic clawed at his chest. His breath came in ragged, uneven gasps as he scrambled backward, only to realize his limbs felt sluggish, uncooperative, like they didn’t belong to him. "Is this… is this some kind of twisted fantasy I never knew I had?" A sickening thought slithered through his mind, making his stomach churn. The girl's frantic squirming slowed for a moment, her gaze flickering with confusion as she took in his expression—his trembling hands, his wide, horrified eyes. But the fear returned just as quickly. She struggled harder, her body arching, her muffled screams rising in pitch. Ethan wanted to speak, to say something, anything, but before he could force out a word, a glowing blue window materialized before his eyes. His breath caught. A translucent, hovering screen? "What…?" Lines of glowing text scrolled across its surface. --- [System Activated…] [Host Confirmed.] [Simulating Previous Data…] Ethan wakes up in a mysterious world, bound by a curse that clouds his judgment and forces him into choices he never wanted to make. Struggling with guilt and responsibility, he must navigate the consequences of his actions while uncovering the truth behind the curse and his place in this strange new reality.

Freyah Lima knew death all too well, but waking up five hours before the apocalypse gave her a second chance. Armed with memories of the past, she races against time to prepare. Yet, when she reaches her parking lot, she finds something-or someone-that shouldn't exist. A man stands there: silver hair, ragged clothes, and a translucent screen hovering above his head. [Florence Plaridel Role: Third Male Lead of the Novel Primrose Ability: Healing and Swordmanship Fate: Unknown] Florence Plaridel-the half blood third prince, the unrequited lover, a skilled healer and swordsman from the last novel Freyah read before her death. In Primrose, he managed to escape before his execution due to treason, then said his farewell to the female lead, telling her he won't bother her anymore. After that, nothing was mentioned anymore about him. But now he's here. In her world. On the eve of its destruction. Freyah doesn't know how or why a fictional character has appeared, but one thing is certain: the apocalypse will rewrite the world, and Florence's unexplained presence could change everything. As survival becomes a race against fate, Freyah must decide: is Florence the key to saving this world, or a sign that its ending has already begun? The forgotten prince has returned-and with him, the rules of fate are no longer absolute.

#Rated 18-Mature Themes Violet’s life was never her own—her father’s crushing debt made sure of that. But when the debt collector kidnaps her as payment, she takes a desperate deal: become a servant and spy on the mysterious and tyrannical Lord Cain, the ruler of her Werewolf district. There’s just one catch: Lord Cain only permits male servants in his house. Disguised as a boy, Violet cuts her hair, flattens her chest, and dons a voice-altering band to pull off the deception. Everything goes according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold personality starts to take a peculiar interest in her. Violet’s disguise becomes a prison as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath his icy gaze lies a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse. A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch. ************* "TAKE IT OFF!" Violet’s knees nearly buckled at the thunderous command, her chest tightening with panic. The raw anger in Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade. "My lord! I-I’m a man!" she stammered, gripping her shirt tightly, her fingers trembling as they clung to the fabric. "I don't like other men!" she cried, a desperate plea in her voice since the second she took her shirt off and he discovered that she was a woman was the moment she died. Painfully. Cain’s glare was unyielding, his voice dropping into a growl. "Don’t insult me, You think I do. You kissed me!" Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "If you don’t take it off," he said, his tone low and dangerous, "I’ll rip it off myself." Violet’s mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t let him find out—he’d kill her. Painfully. Glancing away to avoid his gaze when she caught the undeniable bulge in his trousers. Heat flushed her face, her thoughts spinning in desperation at the only idea she could think of to make him back off. 'This has to work. It has to…’

Astoria spent the first half of her life creating protagonists. Rags to riches, the ring grandpa, the reincarnated expert—there wasn't a troupe she hadn't written a story about or wasn't an expert on. However, what would happen if, after an unexpected death, some mysterious force suddenly took her away from her home world and into a world of cultivation during a protagonist's awakening? A stupidly talented youth whose family was exterminated? An unknown childhood sweetheart? A black ring he was unable to take off? Even a divine spirit beast who didn't leave his shoulder?? Was Astoria brought to this new world to witness the rise of this world's child of fate? She didn't know, but with her knowledge and the greatest blank slate she could work with, Astoria was sure this random youth would become something. She would bet her ex-career on it. ————————————————————————— If you like this type of novel or my writing in general, be sure to check out my other novels, Pay-to-Win Martial Emperor and Rebirth of a Divine Lord, or Transmigration: Children of the Plane. ————————————————————————— Personal Links. Discord Server: https://discord.gg/3ybfHXxxBg Support me here at Kofi! https://ko-fi.com/slarbi123

[ MATURED CONTENT | NO RAPE ] "You wrote this world to escape me. Now, we’re both prisoners of your own creation." A writer finds herself trapped in the fictional world she created. ----- Her body stiffened when she felt his hand settle on her thigh, grazing the sensitive skin with a barely-there touch that sent a jolt of warmth rushing to her core. She snapped her eyes shut, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps as her pulse hammered in her neck. What is he doing? "What... what are you doing?" Elle finally managed to choke out, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion. Halcyon's voice was a deep, dark hum in her ear, sending a shiver through her as his lips brushed against the sensitive skin just below her ears. "Marking what's mine." His words dripped with possessiveness, and Elle's breath caught. A strange heat washed over her, mingling with the terror coiling in her stomach. His voice was so close, his presence so consuming, she couldn't escape it. "Your... Highness... I-I feel dizzy." She stuttered, her hands shooting up instinctively, weakly trying to stop him from leaning in further. Her fingers trembled as they brushed the solid expanse of his broad shoulder, but it only served to remind her of the power he had over her in that moment. "Shhh... you'll be alright," he murmured, his voice low and coaxing, yet laced with a dark edge. "Don't make noise. We wouldn't want anyone to hear, would we?".....

The powerful have caused chaos for all that are lesser than them since the beginning of existence. This is the story about the truth that everyone knows but no one realizes. The story of a king who failed his duty, a dragon who lost what it held most dear, a beautiful girl who lost who she was and a fae that was once a queen. Cades Kirgun is an ehetrian child, one that longs to become an artificer. But his plans go awry as his whole world collapses and he needs to flee. How will he survive ? How will he overcome the challenges presented to him and overthrow those that have held the power for far too long ? This is the story of a king born from rags, a king that leads to people to fight for what they believe in, the crusader king.

The Earth was shaken by the most powerful earthquake in recorded history—one so immense that its tremors were felt across the entire world. When the chaos subsided, humanity discovered something unimaginable: a colossal, seemingly endless Hole of impenetrable darkness. Driven by curiosity, countless expeditions were launched into what became known as The Abyss. Yet, most never returned. Those who did came back afflicted by a mysterious sickness—Abyss Corruption. While many perished, a few survived, emerging with extraordinary abilities that defied logic. These individuals, now known as Guardians, spearheaded a new era of technological advancement, harnessing the powerful resources found deep within the abyssal depths. A hundred years have passed since the Abyss first appeared. The Guardians, now an elite force, formed their own organization, led by the legendary Archie. One fateful night, Archie stumbled upon a ragged child claiming to have come from the Abyss itself. Skeptical but intrigued, he took the boy in and named him Lounis. What made Lounis extraordinary wasn’t just his immense potential—it was the fact that he wielded an ability despite never having entered the Abyss. Now, as a Guardian, Lounis embarks on perilous expeditions into the abyssal depths. But who is he truly? And what is his connection to the unfathomable entity known as The Abyss? The truth may change everything humanity thought it knew about its greatest mystery

Lucian Alden ruled Earth’s corporate battlefield with an iron will—until betrayal and a dying body toppled his throne. Reborn in a brutal, alien realm of glowing azure forests and ruthless hunters, he awakens in a stranger’s flesh, his mind a honed blade of ambition. The kingdom of Vandrel brands its nobles and hunts the unmarked, leaving vagrants to fester in the shadows of a world that pulses with eerie light. Lucian doesn’t flinch. Armed with nothing but his wits, he turns desperation into a weapon, weaving promises of survival to bind a ragged band of outcasts to his side. A hidden ravine becomes his opening move; a flicker of trust, his gambit to outwit a kingdom that sees him as prey. But as the vagrants’ strange sickness spreads and Vandrel’s hounds tighten their noose, Lucian’s every step risks collapse. In a land where power is a shadow dance and loyalty a fleeting pawn, Lucian plays for more than survival—he plays to win it all. One misstep, and the board resets in blood.

Mature Content! Maisie loosened her grip against the cloth on her chest, it fell to the ground, rendering her naked in front of him. "Do you still see me as a child, I'm all grown up now" She said with a sly smile on her lips, causing the man to look at her. The desire in his eyes didn't escape her gaze. His deep voice rang in the room, "Can you satisfy me, huh, Maisie" He called out her name seductively. Now she doesn't know who was seducing who. "Sure" She responded. Leif who was comfortable until now felt something throb in his trouser, he groaned, "Don't regret this" "I won't" she declared firmly, "We're married, it's normal for us to have sex" She said brazenly. *** 17-year-oldd Maisie is a cute, sweet but hot-tempered girl who lives with her old parents in a cottage by the woods. She had incurred a curse; she would fart whenever she was angry and would cry whenever she was happy. She had to remain neutral but it was impossible, she wasn't a rock! When she clocks 18, she started having weird dreams, abilities that ordinary humans can't possess, in her quest to find out who she was and how she incurred the curse, she met Leif who changed her life. Gave her so much happiness and love she could ever desire and she gave him everything she had too! However, he soon figured out that she was a witch, those they had been at war with, he was torn between his love for her and customs. Likewise, the elders in the covens would never allow her to be together with him. How would she protect their love?

In a tale woven by chance and fate, three lives collide in a whirlwind of danger, ambition, and unexpected love. Kenzo and Maverick, two men bound by a shared past of running from assassins since childhood, have spent their lives in the shadows, working multiple jobs just to scrape by. Meanwhile, Caleb, the self-made millionaire and childhood friend, has built an empire from the ground up, living a life of luxury but haunted by the secrets of their shared history. Everything changes one fateful night when Victoria Parson, the fiery and independent granddaughter of the Baroness of Berkon, crosses paths with Kenzo in a dimly lit bar. Fresh from the devastating betrayal of witnessing her fiancé’s affair with her own sister, Stacey, Victoria is determined to reclaim her life. With the help of her loyal best friend, she gathers proof of the betrayal, only to be met with indifference from her family, who seem more concerned with maintaining appearances than justice. Fueled by anger, heartbreak, and a few too many drinks, Victoria makes an impulsive decision that shocks everyone: she marries Kenzo, the mysterious and rugged stranger she’s inexplicably drawn to, despite his apparent lack of wealth or status. To her, he represents freedom from the gilded cage of her aristocratic life—a life she no longer wants. But Kenzo and Maverick are far from ordinary. As their past begins to unravel, it becomes clear that they are more than just broke drifters. Hidden beneath their rough exteriors lies a legacy of power, secrets, and a destiny that ties them to a world far beyond the reach of the middle class or even the nobility. As Victoria is drawn deeper into their world, she discovers that Kenzo’s life is far more dangerous—and extraordinary—than she ever imagined. Together, the trio must navigate a treacherous path filled with assassins, family betrayals, and the weight of their intertwined fates. As love blossoms amidst the chaos, they must confront their pasts and fight for a future where they can finally break free from the shadows that have haunted them for so long. But in a world where nothing is as it seems, can they trust each other enough to survive? Or will the secrets they carry tear them apart? From rags to riches, from danger to destiny, this is a story of love, loyalty, and the power of rewriting your own fate.

For Jamie Vayne, life could be better, but he’s not complaining. His career as a musician might not be on the fast track, and he still has to work to earn a paycheck, but his following on a particular platform for the naughty eye in search of the sexy guy is on the rise, and his hookup success nears one hundred percent in terms of both sides’ satisfaction. Life is far from a straight line, and certain enticing curves are to be expected. Less expected is having a curve ball thrown at him by no other than the Sunny Hill gossip rag, Xpress. A weirdo who loves dressing up now follows him around, ruining his chances to score, and the next thing he knows, his failures are displayed in bold letters for all the campus’s entertainment. Jamie loves a challenge. He’ll catch Xpress, and when he does... That’s what this story is about.

UPDATE WILL BE SLOW FOR AWHILE Yuki an ordinary office worker who had nothing but hardship and suffering in her. One day she get reincarnated into another not the one of the novels she's gets reincarnated into a totally different world will she able change her live or will she suffer just like she did in her previous life

Simione needed to become a mistress. Not just another rich man's mistress, but M Conglomerate's President, Hawk Monsanto's. Truth was, the young billionaire does not interest Simione of any sort nor was his very attractive gorgeous looks concerned her. She just needed him for one thing, his fiancée Feather Han, owed her big time and that ballerina bitch had to pay with the most precious thing Simione desired, her broken heart. Hawk Monsanto rose to the top for one reason; he wanted to be the perfect match for the Han Scintillait's heiress. When he thought it was the right time to get what his heart desired, he willingly bleeds millions just to arrange a wedding engagement. However, whether it was work of fate or work of an evil seductress, he stumbled upon a rare beauty that he cannot set his eyes off. And before his money and rationality could ever warn him, Hawk had fallen into something his billions cannot buy. *** "Who are you?" Hawk managed to ask between his ragged breath. "That depends on who you want me to be," The girl uttered and for the first time, Hawk saw her upturned honey-colored eyes. Looking into it was like drowning yourself into something magical, something hypnotizing and very much irresistible that when the girl tiptoed to meet his lips, he willingly lowered his head to welcome her. And he was right there, opening his mouth for her—warm and wet—giving everything he must give and was kissing her back with equal ardor. The girl wrapped her arms around his neck, and he responded by pressing the girl's body closer, the fiancee forgotten. However, when Hawk was at the point of wanting more, the girl pulled away and Hawk opened his eyes bewildered onto her sudden retreat. He was gasping for air and would very much like to pull her back to finish the bliss she had started. But she only smiled at him, feeling very empowered by the fact that the M Conglomerate's President had already fallen into her trap. "What's the matter?" He asked, confused as to what made her stop. "Nothing," Her smile widened a little more, making her face bright and goddess-like and Hawk became more defenseless with that. "It's just that I only want you to have a free taste. The next of course comes with a big price"

Ellen liked to imagine himself being cool and undertaking secret missions, but he knew that he was just another ordinary teenager like everyone else. Until one day when a bomb went off in his house, and shattered the entire block, with him at the very center of the impact, and he came out from amidst the debris and the scorched corps of people he knew, dizzy, sad, miserable, in rags, but unscathed. And then he saw them, the knights in white armor, unlike anything he'd ever seen, the strange figures darting in the shadows, and strange people with fantastic powers wearing a phoenix emblem on their chest. And he could hear a voice talking to him in his head. "There's a war going on in the shadows, of greater consequence than any other internal strife, and every one of the enlightened must align and fight an eternal war." "Who are you?" he asked, but there came no reply.

Eric Crown rushed into the hospital, carrying the injured woman mindful of the fact that she is heavily pregnant. He left his assistant Andrew behind, who was trying to catch up with him. Andrew had tried to carry the woman from Eric but he refused to allow him or even allowed his driver touch her. ""Somebody help me" Eric immediately alarmed the hospital nurse at the reception immediately he entered with the injured woman. The emergency staff and nurses ran to him immediately seeing the injured woman in Eric's arms. Doctor what can be done for her Eric asked she is so seriously injured. We have to get the baby out of her first, the doctor replied assessing her injuries. We will try to save her life, I hope the baby is still alive the doctor added. What! Eric exclaimed shock. Take her to the operating theatre the doctor instructedthe emergency personnel there. The nurses and emergency staff put her on a hospital stretcher, and started wheeling her to the operation theatre. A nurse came with some papers for Eric to sign, he didn't even look at them he just signed. Dr. Robert, the medical director of the hospital was already informed of Eric's coiming. He just got to Eric at this time and asked who the woman involved in the accident was? Eric, still in shock with blood all over his shirt and trousers turned to Dr. Robert puzzled. What does that have to do with anything ? Dr. Robert was surprised by Eric's answer. Mr. Crown, I wanted to know if she was a family member he explained. No, I don't know her. She was hit by my car and we just rushed her here. Dr. Robert has known Eric for a long time, well known for his compassion and charity work but he never get emotionally involved. From the look on Eric's face, Dr. Robert felt there can only be one explanation then asked "were you driving" ? No, my driver was Eric answered. I see, you don't need to wait. Be rest assured we will take good care of her, it's just that from what I have seen she is in a critical condition. How critical Eric asked Dr. Robert. She might not survive Dr.Robert answered heavily, we were all quiet until a nurse came and told Dr. Robert they were ready for him at the operating theatre, he left with the nurse. She can't die, she cannot die Eric told himself. He felt this strong sense of attachment to her. Why is he feeling like this? As if, as if we have met before he thought. Sir, sir. sir? Andrew called out, touching Eric's shoulder lightly. Eric don't know how long he stood there but he suddenly realized Andrew was calling out to him. Sir, you need to change, there is a rest room over there Andrew said holding a change of clothes for him and pointing toward the restroom. Eric just continued to sit there, dazed! The incident playing over and over again in his mind. How come she was on the road at this time of the night? He wondered. She is heavily pregnant, why would any man allow his wife to move around at this time of the night?, and she was alone. Come to think about it, Eric didn't notice any wedding ring on her he thought, probably he didn't look properly. Mr. Crown, a nurse called out . Eric Crown looked up at her wondering when he sat down. Andrew immediately asked her what she wanted We need to know her name for our records she said We don't know Andrew answered.. But... It's an emergency, we had to rush her here, she was already unconscious Andrew explained. Then Dr. Robert suddenly came out of the Operating theatre, pulling off his face mask. We stood up as he walked toward us, eager for news . You have a baby girl Dr. Robert said smiling Me ? Eric asked surprised!

Nineteen-year-old Li Wei has known nothing but hardship. Orphaned by his mother’s death and abandoned by his debt-ridden father, he scrapes by in a crumbling house, juggling college and part-time jobs to survive. But when his father returns with a shocking revelation—he’s married into one of the wealthiest families in China—Wei’s world turns upside down. Overnight, he’s thrust into a glittering mansion owned by his enigmatic stepmother, Madam Yuna, and her seven larger-than-life daughters—each a powerhouse in her field: a tech CEO, a superstar actress, a decorated military officer, a genius scientist, a fashion mogul, a chart-topping singer, and a Ivy League professor. To Wei’s bewilderment, they welcome him with open arms, desperate to spoil the “little brother” they’ve always dreamed of. But adjusting to a life of private jets, designer wardrobes, and paparazzi scrutiny isn’t easy for a boy raised on instant noodles and thrift-store shoes. As Wei navigates snobbish elites at his new elite college and fends off media speculation that he’s a “charity case,” he clashes with his guilt-ridden father and wrestles with his identity: Is he still the boy from the slums, or a Yang family heir? Yet beneath the diamond-studded surface, Wei discovers unexpected warmth. His sisters—though fiercely overprotective—teach him to embrace his worth, whether he’s coding with the scientist, surviving a couture makeover with the fashionista, or learning self-respect from the soldier. But when a crisis threatens to expose Madam Yuna’s past and divide the family, Wei must choose: flee back to the safety of his old life, or fight for the sisters who’ve rewritten his destiny. A heartwarming tale of class, belonging, and the messy magic of family. Perfect for fans of "Crazy Rich Asians" meets "The Brothers Sun", this story explores what happens when rags meet riches—and seven extraordinary women redefine the meaning of home.

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] In the shadows of the day, Milane toils under a mean boss, but the night brings a breathtaking twist. For when the sun sets, he becomes her submissive, obedient to her every whim. ===== -DAYTIME- "Milane, must you stomp around like a herd of elephants? My office is not a circus!" Lucas's booming voice echoed down the hallway.. "Of course, Mr. Leedon," Milane replied, her voice a model of professional composure. -NIGHTTIME- "Oh, Master M, please unleash your power upon me. Trample me under your heels, for I am but dust beneath your feet," pleaded Lu, an obedient servant. "Dust? More like a filthy rag. But if that's your desire," Master M retorted. ===== Caught in a whirlwind of exasperating workdays, Milane's grip on her sanity was slipping, held back from quitting by financial constraints. In a desperate bid to escape the stress, she took on an unconventional alter ego online – a BDSM master who commanded attention and cash. By night, she reveled in this secret persona, calling the shots and satisfying desires. In the hidden corners of the digital world, her path collided with Lu's, a submissive seeking guidance. Their connection ignited, weaving a web of shared secrets and indulgent fantasies. Unbeknownst to Milane, Lu was Lucas, her high-handed boss. The question sizzles in the air: Who will unearth the truth first? ==== New Book: "Mermaid Sugarbabe" This is a tale of a young mermaid who ventures onto land in pursuit of Merland's lost treasure. Yet, destiny takes an unexpected turn when she unintentionally enters into a contract to become the sugar baby of Max Luthers, the mafia king!

In the dead of winter, beneath a bleak sky, a lone child flees through a vast, snow-covered forest, chased by men whose swords gleam with deadly intent. His breath is ragged, his steps faltering, but he doesn’t dare slow down. With every crunch of snow beneath armored boots drawing closer, the child knows he’s running out of time. When a single misstep sends him tumbling to the frozen ground, all seems lost. His pursuers close in, their blades raised, ready to strike. But something stirs in the shadows of the forest, something ancient, something watching. The chase may have ended, but the story is just beginning.

Sen was once a wealthy businessman, living in luxury—until one day, he died in an unexpected accident. Thinking he would be reborn as a noble hero or a powerful warrior, he was shocked to wake up in another world as… a beggar! Before he can even process his miserable fate, a strange voice echoes in his mind. [Ding! The Charity System has activated!] [Rule #1: You are permanently a beggar. You cannot quit.] [Rule #2: Every coin tossed at you generates a quest!] [Rule #3: Completing quests grants rewards—skills, powers, and more!] Now, whenever someone gives Sen money—whether out of pity, annoyance, or drunken generosity—he must help them in return. Lost dog? Stolen heirloom? Secret assassination plot? No matter how ridiculous the quest, he has no choice but to complete it! Armed with his wits, sarcasm, and an ever-growing collection of bizarre skills, Sen is determined to rise to the top—even if he’s forever stuck in rags. From nobles and adventurers to assassins and demons, everyone in this world will soon learn… Never underestimate a beggar!

"Once upon a time..." "There was a young man named Fionn." "He was the king of the Hyperboreans, a civilization that thrived in the distant north of the world, where peace and harmony reigned beneath skies of eternal frost." "One day, during one of his habitual walks beyond the walls of his grand, crystalline castle, Fionn heard a peculiar sound—a sharp squealing that pierced the stillness of the white forest surrounding his domain." "Startled and alert, he gripped the hilt of his regal sword and followed the noise, his boots crunching softly over snow-dusted leaves. As he pushed through the pale foliage, the source of the sound revealed itself—a girl, cornered by a thur." "The creature was monstrous, towering over both the girl and Fionn himself. Its thick, gnarled skin was the color of ash, mottled with scars and patches of coarse, dark hair. A pair of jagged tusks jutted from its wide, snarling mouth, and its eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire. Long, sinewy arms ended in clawed hands that could snap trees like twigs, and its breath came out in ragged, steaming huffs, filling the air with a stench of decay." "The thur growled, advancing on the girl with a lumbering gait, its massive frame causing the ground to tremble faintly beneath its weight. Every instinct in Fionn's body screamed at him to flee, but he stood firm." "Drawing his sword in one fluid motion, the king lunged forward. With a single, decisive strike, he felled the monster, its roar silenced as it collapsed into the snow." "-Are you all right?- Fionn asked, his voice steady but gentle as he turned toward the girl." "But she didn't respond. She didn't even look at him." "Fionn frowned, puzzled by her silence. Perhaps she was too shaken by the attack to speak, he thought. Yet, something else caught his attention—something even more peculiar." "Her skin. It wasn't the pale, snowy white of the Hyperboreans. It was... pink. A soft, warm hue unlike anything he had ever seen." "-Ehm... I know this might sound a little inappropriate, but... where are you from? You don't look like anyone from here,- Fionn ventured cautiously, hoping for a reply. But still, she said nothing." "-Wait!- He suddenly realized, his eyes widening. -Could it be that you don't understand me?-" "If she didn't respond because she didn't know his language, then she couldn't be from Hyperborea—or even anywhere nearby. But where else could she be from? Beyond Hyperborea, there was only the vast, unending sea... wasn't there?" "-Could it be that she's from one of the other Nine Worl—- Fionn's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the girl rose to her feet." "She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate but strange, her expression unreadable. She—Oh!" ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ "Looks like Artair is already asleep..." The mother lowered the book gently, a warm smile on her lips as she gazed at her son's peaceful face. "He must have played a lot today. I usually read him more of the story before he falls asleep..." Leaning over, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little Artair." With a quiet sigh, she tucked the blanket around him even more snugly than before, then rose from the bedside. Extinguishing the torch that lit his room, she left, closing the door behind her with care. In the dim stillness of the house, she paused, looking out through the small window at the darkened village. Her thoughts turned inward as she whispered to herself: "I hope, at least, that you'll be able to live a life free from war..."

From Riches to Realms ------ Strange events had begun to unfold:missing children, vanishing women, and widowed husbands—all while bodies disappeared without a trace. But worst of all— whispers around of the dead walking among the living. They said dead men tell no tales—until you force them silent. ....... Marie Antoine Lisette, or Liz as she preferred, never thought her life would spiral from riches to rags. She thought her future was set: a husband on the way, with gold, silver, pearls, lands, mansions, manors, and accounts she could scarcely keep track of. She had it all. But one fateful day, everything changed. Her head spun, her legs buckled, and then—darkness enveloped her. When she finally awakened, a circle of concerned faces surrounded her (her body) —friends and family, all eager for her recovery. Yet something felt amiss. When the prince arrived, Liz gushed, blushed, and her lips pursed as she shyly batted it at the prince. (Liz: Ew...) (???: So, you do like the prince) (Liz: What prince? Who?) As Liz opened her eyes again, a spiders crept through the damp wall. Her luxurious clothes had vanished, replaced by rags, and her hair lay matted and dirty. "A prison cell," she thought. Her voice quivered on the brink of tears, "My luxurious life." (???: About the prince...) "What could he possibly have to complain about?” she snarked. "..." When your world unravels in the most bewildering ways, do you ignore it or seek the truth? And when those answers come, will you accept them, or will they shatter everything you believe? **Presenting Liz, the first novel of yours truly for fun.** Follow her on her journey—a thrilling quest where adventure and budding romance await amidst danger and mystery. ----‐---‐--‐------‐--------‐-‐--‐------------------------ Cover from: ChatGpt **and, a word, from the author. a bit of support is always welcome if I should continue this or not. Of course, I did this for fun but, a little motivation is nice and even reviews or a little well-intended criticism is good.***