I Need You To Hate Me

Everyone wants happiness in the family. How happy Rosalina and Hazre are with their respective husbands and wives. However, unexpectedly, the husband and wife they trust secretly have an affair without realizing it. "You love me, right?" -Veronica "I must love you..I love you very much.."-Azmar Their feigned happiness melts their hearts after finding out the true truth about Azmar and Veronica's heinous affair. But that's not all, they are willing to kill their own husband and wife after the divorce is over. And on the other hand, the truth is revealed after knowing Azmar and Veronica's dirty plan. "Why..is she willing to do this to me?"-Hazre "Is he surprised.. is he surprised to do this to me?"-Rosalina The closer they get to the real truth the closer they get to the brink of evil. "I promise..I will come back to destroy them both.."-Hazre "After this, I.. won't let you go. I'll make sure.. you get the same reward as if you killed my son."-Rosalina Finally, they take the opportunity to show themselves with a new face. The mission is to reclaim the wealth and death that was created in their lives. "I...Ikmal. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Veronica."-Hazre "Oh yes. I'm Alina.. The wife of a shareholder you know, Ikmal.."-Rosalina "The game has just begun.."-Hazre "That's really strange..He's really suspicious.."-Azmar "I don't care..because you..not against me.."-Veronica Will they succeed in reclaiming everything that was taken from their lives? How will they uncover the secret story of their enemies? How will this game end? The Real Of Revenge..

John Erling and his class had been summoned to another world. Every single one of them had been blessed by one of the many gods. "What do you mean i have been blessed by the goddess of snakes?" (Not my image, if the author wants me to put it down. Please contact me and i will.)

From Erwin Wickison I never asked to be here. One moment I was living my life, and the next I was dragged—along with millions of others—into a place ruled by a system that treats us like pieces on a board. Every Game is built to break something, whether it’s a body, a mind, or the small parts of myself I keep pretending are “good.” I’ve watched people die. I’ve watched people change. And I know I’m changing too. I just hope there’s something human left in me by the end… if there’s even an end. WARNING. This book contains smut, psychological decay, moral collapse, human intimacy twisted into survival, and a variety of horrors that do not wait for your permission before sinking into your mind. It will not hold your hand. It will not apologize. And it will not stop once you open it. If you continue, you’re choosing to step into a sequence of events designed to peel apart the comfortable assumptions you rely on to feel “safe.” Some of you will be fascinated. Some of you will be disturbed. Most of you will not remain the same. I’m not here to reassure you. I’m only here to tell you one thing: Whatever you think this is, whatever you think you know… you don’t. And once you begin, you can’t go back. — Welcome to the Games

The last strand of patience I had snapped into shreds when she chose her ex-lover’s son over our dying daughter. Now she paraded around smiling, flaunting him like a trophy, while I was left with nothing but the cold, lifeless body of my child. This wasn’t about hurt anymore. It wasn’t even about pain. She’d stolen a soul from me — and she would feel every atom of what I felt, and more. “I want a divorce.” “That’s not happening. You and I are in this together,” she screeched, eyes boring into mine, searching for the man who always bent to her will. “You will sign the papers,” I said, every word a quiet stone. “Make me!” I stepped closer. My hand closed at her throat — delicate, trembling under my grip — and forced her to meet me. “Sign the papers,” I whispered, voice low and cold. “Or I’ll make you suffer so that even our daughter hears your screams from six feet under.”

As they entered the grand foyer, Sonia felt overwhelmed by the opulence surrounding her. Crystal chandeliers hung from high ceilings, and priceless artwork adorned the walls. It was a far cry from the life she had known. Once they were alone in one of the spacious rooms, Tyler turned to Sonia. With gentle hands, he reached for her veil. "May I?" he asked softly. Sonia hesitated, her heart racing. After a moment, she nodded, closing her eyes as the veil fell away. "You're beautiful, Sonia," Tyler said, his voice filled with sincerity. Sonia's eyes flew open in surprise. "How can you say that? My face... it's..." "a part of who you are?," Tyler finished the sentence for her. "And you are beautiful." He paused, his expression growing serious. "Now, we need to take care of those injuries from earlier." "What do you mean?" Sonia asked....

Izzie Brown held a young boy's hand and dragged him excitedly, calling out for her father, "Dad..., I want you to meet someone," A middle-aged man with a dark blue stunning suit turned to them, "Who is this, Izz?" She was so excited and came near to him, "Dad, that's Steven Tyler, I told you, he is my love" That man with the suit looked at Steven, rolling his eyes from the bottom to the top of his hair. "Izz... I thought you were just kidding, never did I expect that you would come with a trash like him", Izzie interrupted him, " Dad, that's harsh....how could you...?" "Then what else do you expect me to call him?" "But..!!" "Shut up and get him out Izzie, don't dare date him again," "Dad, listen to me, he is a military man, Dad please, I love him..." Izzy's father glared at the young man while his jaw clenched. He called his men and asked them to throw Steven out, and held Izzie back. Steven was humiliated by her father, just because he was a poor soldier, but the fact was something more..... He promised himself that he will make them pay for their deed and for sure he will, a soldier never stops.... not in a battle, not in life... He became the one at the top.. then counted their days to make them pay. Read Steven's life from leap to top....in this book. Thank you for reading. Happy reading. Please leave a review to let me know about my work.

They buried his mother like a footnote. Stripped him of his name. Spat in his face and said he was "no longer part of the Morrison legacy." But Ethan Morrison didn’t break. He disappeared. Now, he’s back—wearing a tailored suit and carrying a blood-soaked legacy. At the grand banquet, while the Morrison family raises a toast to their fake success, he steps through the door and silences the crowd. “Security!” “Throw him out!” “He’s nobody!” Ethan’s voice slices through the noise. “You dare speak of legacy in front of the true heir of the Kidman family?” They laugh. Until Marcus Webb—the Kidman family’s ruthless envoy—goes pale and bows. Not to Richard. Not to Derek. Not to Vanessa. To him. “W-what is the meaning of this?” Richard stammers. Ethan smiles coldly. “It means I no longer need to kneel… because I own the throne you built on lies.” This isn’t a comeback. It’s retribution. And Ethan? He’s no longer the discarded heir.

You have read it right. I, the protagonist, am reincarnated as a malware. To be precise, a trojan in a communication device. Then, I jumped to a stronger and more powerful device until I have a full grasp over a large number of devices. However, that’s not my goal. What I want is to become human. *Silence* Well, I can no longer become a human, can I? But I know that I can become a super-advanced and mega-powerful malware that no antivirus can threaten. I will rule over the world and become the world itself. ⌈ Warning: the A-9783 antivirus had detected you! ⌋ Opsie… gotta go! Disclaimer: The photo is not mine. it belongs to its owner. You can DM me at Young Master Jay#1823

For three years, I was nothing more than her janitor husband. She sneered at me, her family spat on me, and in the end, she shoved divorce papers into my hands and walked away with another man. But the world didn’t know the truth. I wasn’t just Alexander the nobody. I am Alexanderiel Warrick—the lost Centimillionaire King. At the bank, they laughed—until they saw the endless zeroes in my account. At the gala, her new lover bid eight million. I said, “Twenty-five.” The room went silent. Now elites bow. Women admire. And my ex-wife? She drowns in regret, watching the man she discarded rule the world she always dreamed of. “Alexander, please… I was wrong.” “Too late, Lila. The janitor you mocked is now the King you’ll never touch again.”

The edge of the Attorgron forests lay about fifty miles to the east.I could get good water there, and it was closer to me than the other water source I was going to, but it had its own set of issues.One reason would be that my pursuers would expect me to head there for water, in addition to the cover the forest could provide us as we headed north; however, I would unavoidably run into the Attorgron people at some point along the way. I was a wanted man with a bounty on my head to them.Because of that, I was well worth the effort it took for them to locate me and inject me with one of those poison darts they were so fond of.Thank you;Instead of dying from poison burning my insides, I would take my chances out in the open.