500 Word Story

The owner of a small company gives me an expensive bag as a gift because I want to invest in his company, yet his wife mistakes me for a homewrecker. She and her entourage crash my engagement party and trash the place. "All homewreckers need to go to hell!" "Shameless women will always be shameless. Strip her so everyone online can see what she looks like!" "Share the livestream and like it, everyone! We'll disfigure her once we hit 500 thousand likes!" Not only does my fiancé refuse to help, but he even announces that the engagement is off. "A homewrecker doesn't deserve to marry me!" I repeatedly warn them not to act rashly, but they ignore me. So, I give them each a swift punch to the gut before stepping on the perpetrator's face. Then, I call my secretary. "Tell Mr. Lane that I'm pulling out of the investment. Also, call the police and my lawyer. I've been robbed and insulted in public—I want the culprits to go to jail for this!" My fiancé regrets everything and asks me for a reconciliation, but I kick him aside. "Get lost! I'm not dumpster!"

I am heading to my job interview when my close friend, Thomas Lang—the same guy who always cautions me about meddling in other people's business—suddenly throws caution to the wind and sprints toward the wrecked limousine. I instantly realize that Thomas has been reborn, too. In my past life, Thomas and I were the top two graduates of the finance department, both making it to the final round of interviews at a Fortune 500 conglomerate. Yet, on the day of the interview, we suddenly came across the CEO, Ruth Gibson, who had just gotten involved in a car crash. I abandoned the interview to save her, while Thomas hurried off to the interview. In the end, Thomas landed the offer, while I lost my shot at working at the top conglomerate. I received sympathy from everyone around me. However, Ruth sought me out eventually, and in the spirit of profound gratitude, she presented me with an immediate proposal of marriage. I became the man who would marry Thomas' superior, achieving incredible status overnight. Meanwhile, Thomas stayed an ordinary worker, perpetually crushed by impossible metrics and corporate pressure. I was enjoying the heights of my privilege at the annual dinner, standing beside Ruth, while Thomas lurked in the background. He was a miserable face lost among the nameless guests. Consumed by jealousy, he brandished a knife and stabbed me to death right there. I suddenly open my eyes and realize we are both back at this single, pivotal day of Ruth's accident.

When my son was born, I noticed a small, round birthmark on his arm. But the weird thing? By the time I opened my eyes again after giving birth, it was gone. I figured maybe I'd imagined it. That is, until the baby shower. My brother-in-law's son, born the same day as mine, had the exact same birthmark. Clear as day. That's when it hit me. I didn't say a word, though. Not then. I waited. Eighteen years later, at my son's college acceptance party, my brother-in-law stood up and dropped the truth bomb: the "amazing" kid I'd raised was theirs. I just smiled and invited him and his wife to take their "rightful" seats at the table.

My first day back home and my husband's secretary was already flexing her muscles, trying to grab my antique right out of my hands. Before I could get a word out, she smacked me across the face. Twice. She sneered at me with a look that could freeze fire. "This piece caught my eye, and I'm being nice to you. Better apologize and thank me, pronto!" I moved to confront her, but before I knew it, her bodyguard had me pinned to the ground. She looked down at me like I was nothing. "Trying to challenge me? I'm Mrs. Collins of the Collins family here in Riverton City. You're nothing! One word from my husband and you're out of here!" Passersby started chiming in: "Aren't you going to bow down and beg? She's the apple of Mr. Collins' eye." "Play your cards right, and maybe you'll still be scrubbing toilets in Riverton City." I was ready to set things straight when her title hit me like a ton of bricks. The Collins family of Riverton City? When did Eric get another wife? I dialed Eric's number and laughed calmly. "Eric, since when did you secretly marry someone behind my back?"

The moment my best friend, Patrick York, rushed ahead of me into the convenience store and asked for a lottery ticket with that specific string of numbers, I knew he was in the same boat as me. We were reborn. In the past life, Patrick and I were shortlisted for an interview at a Fortune 500 company, but there was only one opening. The day before the interview, I had a sudden urge to buy a lottery ticket. However, because of that, I missed the interview and Patrick got hired. Surprisingly, I got the winning ticket and won 50 million dollars. After my graduation, I enjoyed an easy life by living off interest from the bank. Meanwhile, despite getting hired, Patrick was paid a low wage and suffered daily abuse from his colleagues. In the end, he took out his frustrations on me by pushing me off the rooftop, killing me on the spot. After my death, my girlfriend, Emily Hayward, committed perjury for his sake. She claimed that after a prolonged period of staying home with nothing to do, I was in a bad mental state and leaped off on my own. The two of them profited off my death and became trending influencers, making it big. When I opened my eyes once more, I realized I was back to the day I purchased the lottery ticket.

His father disappeared; his brother committed suicide. Thomas Mayo, the God of War, returned, and he swore that he would take revenge…

My father-in-law said he wanted to experience "how the young folks have fun these days," so I took him to my wife's newly opened upscale cocktail bar for a quiet drink. I’d just finished ordering him a custom cocktail when a man from a booth across the room swaggered over, glass in hand. His eyes scanned the drink menu on our table, and a condescending smirk twisted his lips. "Only ordering the cheapest well drinks?" he sneered. "Brought the old man here to enjoy the free air conditioning? Trash like you belongs in a dive bar. Who even let you in here?" Anger burned in my chest. I stood up, my jaw clenched. "We're paying customers. What's it to you?" But before I could say another word, his face darkened with pure rage. He snatched the half-finished beer bottle from our table and smashed it on my head. "My girl owns this place!" he snarled. "Even if I crack your skull open, I can afford the payout! You filthy pauper—either get on your knees and lick my shoes dry, or get the hell out of my sight. You're an eyesore." The beer dripped down my face. My hands trembled with fury as I wiped it away. Then, a cold calm settled over me. I opened my phone, switched to the camera, and went live. "Alright, everyone," I said into the screen. "You won't want to miss this. We're going live to catch my cheating wife and see the double life she's been leading."

Sa pagbabalik ni Thomas Mayo, isang Diyos ng Digmaan, mula sa giyera, nakaharap niya ang mga taong nais siyang pabagsakin at naging dahilan sa pagkamatay ng kanyang kapatid at pagkawala ng ama. Dahil dito umusbong ang pag udyok sa kanyang paghihiganti…

สวัสดี ข้าชื่อ ซามูเอล และเจ้าคืองานของข้า ผ่านไปอีก 500 ปี เกิดประตูมิติ ทำให้มีมนุษย์อีกกลุ่มหนึ่งเข้ามาคือ นินจา ! พวกเขาคือ มือสังหาร ที่น่ากลัว แต่กลับมีปีศาจอีกกลุ่มหนึ่งเข้ามาด้วย ทำให้เกิด ความวุ่นวายขึ้น ซึ่งยุคสมัยใหม่นี้ถูกเรียกยุคสมัยแห่ง เคออส !

ลิลลี่ลืมตาขึ้นมาพร้อมกับเสียงระบบกลไกบางอย่างในหัวที่ดังขึ้น [ติ๊ด! ยินดีต้อนรับโฮสต์เข้าสู่ระบบบุปผารัญจวน ภารกิจแรก: ปรนนิบัติท่านแม่ทัพเซียวจวินเหยียนในคืนเข้าหอ รางวัล: 500 แต้มชีวิต หากล้มเหลว: วิญญาณจะสลายไปทันที] "เดี๋ยวนะ... ปรนนิบัติแบบไหน?" เธอพึมพำกับตัวเอง แต่ยังไม่ทันขาดคำ ประตูห้องก็ถูกผลักออกอย่างแรง ร่างสูงใหญ่ในชุดเกราะสีดำสนิทก้าวเข้ามา กลิ่นอายสังหารและกลิ่นเหล้าแรงๆ แผ่ออกมาจากตัวเขา เซียวจวินเหยียน จ้องมองสตรีบนเตียงด้วยสายตาคมกริบดุจเหยี่ยว เขาคว้าหมับเข้าที่ลำคอระหงของเธอแล้วกดลงกับหมอนนุ่ม "เจ้าคิดว่าการเอาตัวเข้าแลก จะช่วยให้ตระกูลมู่อยู่รอดได้งั้นหรือ?" เสียงทุ้มต่ำพร่ามัวข้างใบหู ทำเอาลิลลี่ในร่างมู่หลานฮวาสั่นสะท้าน [คำเตือน: ค่าความต้องการของเป้าหมายพุ่งสูงขึ้น โฮสต์โปรดเริ่มการเก็บแต้ม ณ บัดนี้] คำเตือน! นิยายเรื่องนี้เป็นนิยายรักผู้ใหญ่เรท18+