I Was Reincarnated As A Slime

What would you do, if you are offered a chance to a better life, but with a price attached to it?. ********************* This is the story of Adrian, A brilliant young man whose star has always been diminished by his wife’s family, and even thrown to the cold hands of death. He is mysteriously given a chance to a life every normal human being will call ‘a slice of heaven’. But that doesn't seem to be the case, as a lot of mysteries begin to unfold themselves. Go on this thrilling journey and find out how Adrian navigates this new world, while dealing with the old world he left behind. Read “RE-INCARNATED AS THE ZILLIONAIRE'S HEIR”

After being in a coma for more than a year, Zavier Rockwell, finally felt like he had gotten his release. As he floated as a ghost, he regretted his actions. Being ungrateful to the family that wanted nothing more than seeing him succeed. Clouded by his illegitimate status, Zavier Rockwell wanted nothing more than soar higher, take his oldest birthright and stand tall among others. But how could he succeed when his fate was already written before his very birth? Zavier Rockwell lack of business acumen made him fail miserably which resulted in him getting a sentence of life, destined to spend the rest of his life behind the four corners of a prison. But that wasn’t what the book of destiny decreed. All it took was one vengeful spirit and he was comatose for life. With his pathetic life ending, never in a million years did he thought that he would get a second chance. But as they say, man proposes and god disposes. Zavier Rockwell found himself reborn a few months before he officially blackened. This time, he wasn’t just a useless second rich generation kid but he was equipped with a prodigal system. [Ding! Spend 100 million at the targeted location. Reward – an immortal pill. Failure – deduction of 60 hours’ worth of lifespan.] Equipped with such a system, what could Zavier Rockwell who swore that if he ever gets a second chance at life would become a prodigal son and never mess with the family business do? He could only grit his teeth and squander the money that his family was earnestly making and, in the process, found himself capable and prosperous. Why was the script looking so wrong the more money he squanders?

Note below!!!!! This is the Return of I Am Kaelor Thane: The God Of War. Blurb: They call me an insane man, but they don't know what I've been through. I met the love of my life and she became the turning point of my life; I married her in the night and made it known to the world, no one messes with my woman. For years I was punished for the sin I didn't know and for the things I didn't do. After I spent years in a coma due to an accident planned by an unknown man, they kidnapped my wife a few weeks after our wedding and that betrayal forged me into the cruel, highly feared general I am now. I will burn and kill anyone who dares touch my family or cause me pain. I Am Calvin Luthor. I bring horror and terror. Save yourself first, because I won't be merciful. Mercy is for the weak; I only bring death and destruction.

The zombies are everywhere! Danny used to be a young high school boy with a simple life but not for long. His peaceful life took a drastic turnaround when he got his face burnt by a group of jealous schoolmates and transmigrated into a world recently rampaged with the outbreak of the ZOMBIE VIRUS. His skinny body was no longer skinny but was athletic and sexy. Danny knew that definitely, this wasn't his body– not his identity! Strangely, Danny finds all the people he knew from his reality in this new world but with different personalities and identities. Makes him wonder where he is and now, while surviving the apocalypse with other survivors— Danny wants to find himself. “I'm Danny and I want to find Danny...”

“Sarah!” Robin’s voice cracked, raw with betrayal. “After everything I did for you? The bone marrow donation—” Sarah rolled her eyes dramatically, her laughter sharp and dismissive. “Oh, please. Did you really think I cared about you? You were just… convenient.” Marcus moved to stand beside her, draping an arm around her shoulders. “Tell him about the face you made when he thought you actually liked him back. That story kills at parties.” The laughter between them burned through Robin’s veins. Every memory of their time together—every smile, every touch, every whispered promise—twisted into something ugly and false. “You used me…” Robin whispered, the truth finally sinking in. Sarah tilted her head, her expression cold and mocking. “Obviously. Let me spell it out for you, since you’re too dense to get it.” She stepped closer, her voice dripping with contempt. "I only kept you around because your bone marrow matched mine. Now that I'm cured, you're about as useful as yesterday's garbage. But look on the bright side – at least some part of you turned out to be useful. More than we can say for the rest!" After donating his bone marrow to save Sarah's life, Robin discovers their relationship was nothing but a cruel joke. Beaten and left for dead in a kennel of vicious guard dogs, his mysterious family ring suddenly activates, revealing his true heritage as heir to America's most powerful shadow organization! With supernatural abilities and unimaginable wealth as Eagle Industries' new CEO, Robin would show them what happens when you mistake kindness for weakness. After all, when you've been treated like a dog, sometimes you have to bare your fangs to survive!

Joseph Guezz is the only son-in-law of the Smith family who doesn't have a wealthy fortune. Everyone always calls him a useless son-in-law, and he is always humiliated by all of his wife's family. One day, Joseph returns to his family home and becomes his father's substitute as a billionaire. Then he announces to everyone who has ever insulted him, "I AM NOT A POOR SON-IN-LAW!"

She awakens in a Cthulhu world with hazy recollections. Danger lurks and stalks her from the beginning. The steam era of the nineteenth century greeted her at the gates of hell.

Raymond's got his second life, he's the main character and has to follow a certain plot. Now, he's able to play with his fate, but the information he could learn about the future was limited to the coverage of each chapter of the plot. How could he survice the challenge thrown at him?

“Don’t complain when the lights go out…” These were the words that came out of his mouth before he calmly exited the office. Josh Summers, a typical nobody, a medical instructor, is pushed aside by his wife, Lauren Forrest, when she sees that she has reached the very pinnacle of her career. She saw him as nothing but ‘Deadweight…’ But then everything turns upside down when, on the very day she had been dreaming of, she sees him standing with the top dogs of the city. Josh Summers wasn't just a nobody; he was the shadow ruler of Veron, the Hidden Ace, and the blade that held the underworld together. He had chosen a quiet life to stay with his wife; for three years, he played instructor at the clinic. But now, he is back, and with his resurfacing, the underworld is shaking— threats are awakening, and new enemies and allies are being born. Will Josh continue to rule over his Empire of Ash and Gold?

"These are pretty minuscule spies, my lord," The leader said into his comms. They chattered among themselves. We had our hands up when they surrounded us. My throat clogged and I was running out of oxygen. I could barely think or breath. Mister Wigglesworth was talking briskly with bulging eyes to the colossal men and a rifle was lodged in his throat, he seemed frail and agitated. "Mort!" He threw the parcel into his hands. Mort winced when he failed to catch it. The box malfunctioned and I screamed at the blast and fell back into the shelter of more craters. I gasped. "What do I do with this?" His hand fidgeted on the and he dived behind a crate beside me while lasers flew. He panted and glanced at me holding on to the parcel. There was a skirmish going on. "I think I got hit." .... Remember when homicidal aliens were attacking us? This was now, yeah, it was kind of my fault. We were crouching like a couple of cowardly war veterans on a battlefield and Mister Wigglesworth! Of all people was out there holding them off. Mort held on to the prism parcel. My eyes were pale. I got hit by the parcel. I held on to my stomach. "Are you okay? Can you sit up straight?" He said. "No, it hurts," I did not feel like myself at all. I was not even in the mood to make snappy comebacks, I kept seeing double and all these color spectrums like I stared at the sun for too long. I was phasing in and out of consciousness. I thought I saw planets dying. I ducked over the end and focused on breath. [ System Activated ]