Mãe Solteira

"Chaos is at its peak of ascension, and existence as we know it, is fated to descend." Valtor, a young orphan, holds the fate of existence in his hands. After a tragic event leads him to the Divine Academy, and, now under the supervision of a High-ranked Grandmaster Guardian, he must train in secret with a Divine Blob, keep a low profile under the lowest Rank E, and master the darkness within him before it’s too late. Although, amidst this, The Four Monarchs are waiting. The return of Chaos isn’t just inevitable—it’s necessary for the prophesied Annihilation. The Finality. Chaos cannot rise without them, and they cannot awaken this darkness without him. Valtor, the last Monarch, the key to everything. Whether he wants it or not, the choice is no longer his to make. The journey of a Beast Tamer, a legendary Artisan's Touch, from darkness to godhood.

Gerry Sterling spent twenty years of his life as the useless outcast of the prestigious Sterling Clan. On his twentieth birthday, his world fell apart. His fiancée, Helena, broke off their engagement. Then his own father drugged him so his kidney could be forcibly harvested to save his genius older brother, Dandy. After being cast into the Forbidden Abyss and left to die, Gerry unexpectedly encountered a mysterious System that offered him unimaginable power. But when he realized the System had its own hidden agenda, he chose the harder path. He refused to become its puppet. With a broken body and an unshakable thirst for vengeance, Gerry forged his own destiny. He bent the power he had been given to his own will and prepared to destroy the very clan that had abandoned him.

I died as the Nine Realms’ strongest Sovereign. Or so they thought. I woke up 5 years ago in a broken body — no memories, no cultivation, no name. The Carter family took me in as their live-in son-in-law, a dog they kicked for three years straight. The day my cheating wife threw divorce papers at me, I signed without looking back. At the crossroads, a girl in white was waiting. She called me “Your Majesty”... and returned something I’d buried: a shattered soul bead. With it came whispers. Fragments of a past life. And a truth: my death wasn’t an accident. It was betrayal. Now I have no power, but I have time. Nine soul fragments scattered across the realms. Nine betrayers who took my throne. Nine steps from trash son-in-law to the man who rewrites the heavens. They think I’m crippled. They think I’m done. Let them laugh. Every slap, every insult, every “worthless”... it’s all fuel. Because when the last fragment awakens, the Sovereign returns. And this time, I won’t die alone.

"Ma, Samson promises. Samson is going to repent; I won’t be a thug anymore. I'm going to find a real, honest job. So please, Ma, don't come back to haunt me, okay?" Samson knelt, tears streaming down his face, though his expression still looked like someone ready to pick a fight with the Angel of Death. Bejo held out an umbrella. "Boss, it’s almost sunset. We need to go collect the 'protection money' from the cafe owner," he said. "Hey, Bejo! I just promised Ma that I’ve repented. You little devil! Do you want my mother to rise from her grave because of what you just said, huh?!" Samson stood up. His towering height, nearly two meters, made Bejo instinctively jump back three steps. "But Boss, our stomachs aren't exactly followers of the repentance movement," Bejo squeaked, trembling. Samson wiped his fierce face. "From this second on, call me Samson the Protector. I’m going to find honest work. Anything! As long as I'm not shaking people down anymore." A wealthy woman looked Samson up and down, scrutinizing him. "Your body is quite large. It just so happens I need a new guard dog. I just fired the old one because he was afraid of cockroaches." Samson was ready to explode. "Hey, lady! You think I—" "Fifty million a month. Meals are provided, and you get an Italian suit for a uniform. Interested?" the woman interrupted, handing him a gold-plated business card. Samson fell silent. He then whispered under his breath, "Ma, this is honest work, right? Just being a guard dog for a billionaire."

Lee Sung is an orphan without a home or family, at the age of 5 he learned to kill and steal and grew up in a slum where aggression is common. But since that day it's not the same. Author : hey, i'm Celina i write this story because i love reading and write, this my third story so please help so this become decent. Thanks for Reading <3

They laughed at his poverty. Mocked his name. Even his fiancée spat on his worth and walked away. But Shen didn’t break—he vanished. Into the shadows. Into silence. And while the world feasted on arrogance, he studied. Mastering the ancient secrets of Eastern medicine, decoding the pulse of life and death itself. Now, he returns. Not as the beggar they scorned but as the man whose hands can rewrite fate. The crippled walk at his word. The dying cling to his touch. And the elite? They kneel for a chance to dine with him. He doesn’t seek revenge he embodies it. Every miracle he performs is a reminder: The man they discarded now holds the power to decide who lives… and who fades into nothing. The rise of Shen isn’t a comeback. It’s a reckoning. And the world will remember the name they once tried to erase.

Cu Ye was the youngest Grandmaster Alchemist of his era and the creator of the Eternal Life Pill—a legendary pill rumored to turn mortals into gods. But on the very night he successfully refined it, his fiancée poisoned him, his closest friend betrayed him, and even his own clan chose to sacrifice him to seize the legacy he left behind. Consumed by hatred, Cu Ye detonated the Eternal Life Pill and perished alongside his betrayers. Five hundred years later, he awakens once more in the body of a young man with no cultivation. Yet the two people who murdered him are still alive. Now, they are revered as the strongest cultivators in the world. This time, Cu Ye will reclaim everything that was stolen from him and bring down the false gods standing at the peak of the cultivation world.

Ten years of love, and she repaid him with betrayal and death. Left bleeding out on a rooftop, Zilu watched his fiancée Xena moan in ecstasy in his rival’s arms as they stripped him bare and left him for dead. But death rejected him. [Welcome, Host. The Swarm awaits.] Reborn as the King of Aedes, Zilu is no longer just a human. He is a hybrid, the unseen shadow. The silent fever. The bringer of exquisite, customized agony. One bite is all it takes. Every drop of blood he drains feeds the System’s endless hunger. Each victim cracks open the gates to an ancient Vampire Realm. What started as brutal revenge against the woman who destroyed him is spiraling into something far darker. Zilu isn’t just hunting his enemies anymore… He is becoming the nightmare that will bleed the world dry.

What?!?" Pia exclaimed. “What's within?” Saying, "Oh my God! Is that a finger that has been chopped?’ Cassandra uttered, "I'm not sure!” "What the fuck does that even mean?!?" exclaimed Pia. Cassandra says, "What?!?" Please don't look at me that way. Furthermore, I have no idea what that even means!’ Pia commented, "This is embarrassing," and Cassia responded, "Okay, I'm going to call the police right away." "No!" exclaimed Pia. Oh no, please don't! “ Cassiandra uttered, "Are you serious at this moment? Cass, that is one fucking chopped finger! Furthermore, we have no idea whose finger it is!” "I'm sure that whoever sent this wouldn't really like it if we ever called the police about this," Pia said. "I also think that they might be keeping an eye on us right now." Cassandra was already breathing heavily as she was scared and doesn't know what to do. She panicked while Pia remained calm and silent as she tries to calm her friend down. Fear flashed through Cassandra's mind as she and Pia stood next to her car, their nerves still raw from the uncomfortable meeting. "Then, what do we do now?" Cassandra's eyes darted across the surroundings while her voice wavered with anxiety. With her own heart rate accelerating due to adrenaline, Pia tried to calm their agitated minds. "Maybe we'll try to calm down first..." However, Cassandra's mind was already racing, a flash of insight emerging in her. "But wait, the letter!" Pia looked in astonishment, taken aback by Cassandra's apparent eagerness. "What?" Words flew out of Cassandra's mouth, a trace of panic in her tone. "H-Haven't that box come with a letter?" Pia's face wrinkled as she considered what Cassandra had said, realizing what had happened.

On our wedding day, she didn't say "I do." She toasted my health, slid a poisoned needle into my goblet, and watched me choke on my own blood. My last sight was her stepping over my body into the arms of the man who bought her. I thought that was the end. I was wrong. I woke up in the Valerian Empire as Cale von Valerius—a discarded, "crippled" Third Prince who everyone expects to die quietly in a corner. But at the Imperial Welcome Banquet, she walked through the doors. Same face. Same voice. Same cruel beauty. Now, she’s Lady Evelyn, the newly betrothed bride of my ruthless older brother, the Crown Prince. She doesn't remember the blood on her hands or the altar where I died. She thinks I’m just a harmless, coughing prince with one foot in the grave. Let her think that. I’ll let her walk down the aisle again—right into the trap I’m building underneath her feet.