Deuxième Chance

In the slums of Naples, Santino Leandro learned one rule: power is survival. When his father is murdered in broad daylight, Santino is left with nothing but a name. Determined not to die forgotten, he builds himself from the ground up first as a street dealer, then as a quiet force within Europe’s criminal underworld. Years later, he’s called to France by his childhood friend Salvatore with an offer he can’t refuse: a chance to work under the infamous and elusive crime boss, El Amore. But nothing in this world comes without a price. As Santino rises, he finds himself surrounded by secrets. The woman he trusts may be a spy. His brother may be a traitor. And the empire he’s building may never have truly belonged to him. Power isolates. Loyalty breaks. And love, in this world, is a weapon. In the end, only one name will be remembered.

He, who surpassed all the ancient Emperors. He, who once held as a supreme being of The immortal Realm. Perished in the middle of nowhere, His Path to God's domain was blocked by The mysterious light not belonging to the Decem-Milia realm or The immortal realm. That mysterious light was not law, intent, or a principle, it was an unnatural force never seen before. After he died in the middle of nowhere, he woke up inside a hospital, on a planet where he used to live before his reincarnation. ------------------------*-----------*--------------------------------- [ ___________________________________________ This art doesn't belong to me, if the owner has any issues please contact me, I will remove it asap. ==================================

I was dumped from my crappy office life into a glowing fantasy hellhole. Yeah, right. No OP powers, just me, office grunt Akira, grinding like a noob against skeletons and goblins. Then this haughty but hot elf collars me as her slave. "Kneel, worm," she sneers. Do you think you can handle the survival shenanigans while a dominant elf humiliates you every day, reader? Or are you too busy with your own boring grind? Dive in if you dare. It's lewd, brutal, and way better than your stupid reality. FR.

I saw a small figure of a young boy running away from us in the distance.A wolf stood in the boy's shadow.However, this wolf was enormous.It had a head as big as a bear's and stood five feet tall at the top of the hump. It had pale grey fur.The boy was being chased by a worg, not a wolf.The boy had a good lead, but the massive worg's strides would quickly reduce that lead.In a split second, I made up my mind.I made a hasty dash for the boy.Lisa was also moving quickly, and she was following me.However, looking back, she faltered.I was aware that she has not yet regained her strength.Regardless, I turned back to the boy who was still running straight at me and said, "This way!Come to me!The young man gave me a nod and fled as quickly as he could.However, I was aware that the boy would be overtaken by the worg before I could even miss him by a few feet.I raised my arm back and pulled out my hatchet.Duck!”I let the hatchet fly as soon as the boy fell.

Mother-in-law,“ Divorce my daughter, you, useless poverty dog! I have found better men for her, you never deserve her in the first place!” Jaden Reed:“ Divorce? If you truly want to divorce your daughter, then do me a favor and ask Vera to tell me by herself that she wants to divorce me because she's fed up with the marriage and not you or any other member of this family forcing her. Can you do that?" Wife:“ I am sick and tired of your life of poverty and need someone better who is willing to take care of me. I want a divorce now. You've been the family slave for years so it won't be right that you leave this house empty-handed, so I'll give you a check of 1 million dollars as a map...." Jaden Reed left the house with tears in his eyes, on his way a phone call from overseas came in. "Young Master Reed, the contracts are ready! With over 50 billion, the once useless son-in-law becomes the consortium’s legatee.

“Manuel Salazar, you are under arrest for the disappearance of Mrs. Cassidy Jones," the police officer said as he handcuffed me. Manuel Salazar is a sex worker, a male prostitute who fucks the wives of the most popular men in Manhattan. He was the last person to see Cassidy alive after they spent the night at their usual spot, but he didn't kill her; he was being framed, but who would believe him? No body, no murder weapon, just a hotel room covered in blood and his DNA all over. He has to prove his innocence or risk going to prison for a crime he didn't commit. His lawyer Jill Baker is one of the best criminal attorneys in New York, and she suspects foul play, she is his only chance to walk away acquitted of all charges. The clock is ticking. Will they solve this crime in time?

He entered their house as a boy with no past. Now, he returns as the man who will rewrite all their futures. Found on the edge of death with no memory of who he is and where he came from, Jordan Jefferson was taken in by Ezra Bennett—a man who gave him shelter, love, and a second chance at life. But that kindness came with a price. Divorced, stabbed and left for dead by his ex-mother-in-law and ex-wife, Jordan is saved by a woman who carries the same mysterious mark on her neck—a mark that will unlock the truth about his bloodline, his legacy, and his power. Now, the same people who treated him like trash will kneel before him. The ones who tried to bury him will face the storm they created. Because Jordan Jefferson is no longer a shadow in their house… He is the last heir of the Onyx Keepers. And he has come to take everything they took from him.

My fantasy that evening was not a tranquil one. It was completely dark inside my head aside from the many air pockets drifting upwards with no sparkle or reflection, just dead circles. I was befuddled right away yet then, at that point, bigger air pockets gradually rose among the other, more modest ones and inside were pack mates. "You might turn into an omicron, or a pi, or far and away more terrible, an omega," I shuddered when I saw Draugluin's irate face as he counted down the positions as though my life's worth would as it were decline. «You want to be so presumptuous since you climbed in rank?" An air pocket of Draco's scowling face materialized with disdain filled eyes before he suddely vanished, passing on me without an opportunity to counter. "A powerless Xi like you," Another air pocket rose with Draugluin's pompous smile as he peered down on me. Stop I heard my powerless voice shout out among the vacant air pockets. "You are pointless as well," the rebel wolf chortled. "She would not fall back when she was told to," Lyall's enraged face frightened me. Lyall had never been so cross with me forthright where he'd place me down before Alpha however, that snapshot of selling out was agonizing yet not undeserving. It makes perfect sense to me, I yelled, however there was no reaction. "For what reason didn't you simply pass on it to the people," Auntie Mona had her arms crossed, a look of dismay all over.

After an unexpected accident cut his life short, Elias found himself reincarnated in a completely different realm, thanks to the whim of a celestial being seeking to right a cosmic mistake. As a form of compensation, the deity granted Elias a second chance in a fantastical land teeming with sorcery, mythical beasts, and blade-wielding warriors. However, this new world was far from ideal. Trapped in a time resembling Earth's distant past, it lacked modern conveniences—no electricity, no sanitation systems, and certainly none of the technology Elias had once taken for granted. Luckily, the divine gift came with a twist: a powerful enhancement and a digital companion known as Nexus-1, a hyper-intelligent AI. Armed with this advantage, Elias began reshaping the world around him. Drawing inspiration from the comforts of his former life, and blending it with the limitless potential of magic, he set out to build a civilization more advanced—and more magical—than anything he'd known before.

There are parallel worlds existing? With different timelines? With different fates? And there are seven? Well, If there will be seven me, I pray nothing but for them to be happy. But if I am to meet them? That wil be a different story. That will be, chaotically happy!