Game of Thrones: I Am The Heir For A Day - Chapter 363: Red Sowing

Being a victim of a house fire that brought the entire family house down, Valentina was left with several burns on her. body, causing her to be titled as the creature of Bayhill.Her stepsister, Chole Callum was about to get married and according to the family tradition, Valentina as the elder daughter of the family must be married. Seeing this as an opportunity to wipe their shame away, the Callum family put a price tag on Valentina's head, whoever gets to marry her would be given a hundred thousand dollars. The family stated that Valentina Husband doesn't need to care for Valentina as she could be thrown away once the marriage certificate has been signed. With that many people were interested in Valentina, however her stepsister, picked the worst among the people that came, thinking Valentina would be thrown away after the marriage and probably end up dead in the few days, but little did she knew that she had chosen a multi billionaire for her sister, dressed like homeless man with no source of income, little did they know he is the most talked man in the world.“How would you have the last laugh if you commit suicide now.”“Don't you want to see your sister come begging you for forgiveness.”“Don't you want to be the key to your family fortune. Don't you want to be the Yes and No of your family.”“Don't you want to see your family all going to their knees begging you to come save them from their catastrophe.”“Don't you want to rule the world again, become the woman that everyone can't stop talking about in the country, just like ten years ago, but this time it would be different. You will be crowned as a Queen.”“Stay alive and all these will happen.”“Be with me and I will make you the woman in every man's heart, even the married ones.”

Standing before you is:The overseer and protector of darkness,The subverter and remolder of order,The creator and persecutor of bootlickers,The supreme actress and drama queen, the goddess of the night, the nightmare of gods and the gravedigger,The true ancestor of blood—Charlotte de Castel.Accompanied by madness, born from blood, hand in hand with curses, walking with destruction.This is a legend belonging to the bloodsuckers…[Transformation][Rare-bloodline][Lord][Kingdom-building][Behind-The-Scenes][Deification]

The day Louis discovered his girlfriend's betrayal, he died from a gunshot wound to the head. Fortunately, fate smiled on him and allowed him to be reincarnated in a magical world as the youngest son of an SSS-class family.That same day, he awakened his Class—an event that should have marked the beginning of his rise.Instead, it marked his downfall.[Ding! You have awakened an SSS-Rank Class.][Class: God of Money][Rank: SSS]A god? Yes, that's beautiful. But a god of money? In the eyes of his proud family, that title was a joke—an insult. The weakest, most useless Class imaginable.So, they banished him, stripped him of the family name, and cast him aside without a second thought.But they were unaware of his skill, abilities, and the potential that money could bring.He smiled as he saw himself banished and looked at the system.“If you fire me, it's okay. I'll keep creating missions even if I end up in a garbage dump, and I'll come back for your heads someday.”Two system messages flashed before him.[Your actions generate money, and money makes you stronger.][You have the ability to create missions.]Under the influence of his newly acquired Class, he will delve into all the magical paths this world offers, become embroiled in political intrigue, and conquer kingdoms on his own.“Money? I'm the God. Women?” That's fine—I have plenty.

Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.