Komik Cultivator Against Hero Society

After working abroad for several years, I returned home, only to have my parents arrange a blind date for me. He was tall and strikingly handsome, honest in character, steady in demeanor, and came from an excellent family background. In short, the perfect candidate for a husband. I told myself that sooner or later, marriage was inevitable, so I settled on him. The day before the wedding, I went to the church—only to be stunned by the sight before me. The entire place had been transformed into something sinister and grotesque. The walls were plastered with terrifying photos of corpses, the floor littered with wax figures of severed arms and legs, and even the flowers had been dyed black, dripping with blood-red stains. But the most infuriating part was the image hanging right at the center of the church—an AI-generated picture of me, pinned beneath my fiancé, as he whipped me. My whole body trembled with fury. I stormed at the staff still working on the decorations, ordering them to stop immediately. Just then, his best friend, Nina Cullen, walked in. "Don't stop. Yves prefers this wedding style." I froze, staring at her in disbelief. "How is that possible? Who in their right mind would decorate something as joyous as a wedding with gore? This is insane!" Nina only gave a cold, arrogant laugh. "That's the theme. If you want to marry him, you'll have to accept it." Speechless, I immediately called Yves. "Yves, I'm not interested in getting married in a haunted house. You'd better restore the church to normal; otherwise, this wedding is off."

My parents take me to court to get my heart and save my adoptive sister. The judge uses advanced technology to extract our memories. A jury of 100 people decides the verdict. If my parents win the case, my organs will go to them. They think I won't dare to show up for the trial because they think I'm evil. However, everyone is overcome by tears when they see my memories and the truth of what happened!

Manusia? Dunia tingkat rendah? Tidak ada cultivator atau dewa? bisakah dunia itu di injak semudah menginjak semut oleh para orang kuat dari atas dunia tersebut? Ini perjalanan baru Long Chen setelah terlahir kembali dari api Vermilion Bird, muncul untuk melawan cultivator kuat yang selalu menggunakan dunia tingkat rendah sebagai budak dan mainan mereka. Serta menemukan buruknya dunia dan orang-orang yang menjadi penguasa dari berbagai dunia tersebut. Melindungi, menghancurkan dan membentuk itulah tujuan baru Long Chen. Perjalanan yang membuat Long Chen bertemu dengan berbagai cultivator kuat dan bahkan yang disebut dewa. Melawan, mengalahkan, melindungi, itu semua sudah ada dalam hati Long Chen. Ia juga akan bertemu dengan orang tua yang belum pernah dilihat olehnya semenjak hari kelahiran. Apakah Long Chen akan menerima mereka? Atau Long Chen memutuskan untuk tidak berhubungan dengan mereka lagi? Bisakah Long Chen mempertahankan tujuannya atau ia malah jatuh sekali lagi dalam godaan yang sama seperti naga hitam. "Aku hidup untuk diriku sendiri, takdir? Takdir tidak dapat menghentikanku! Aku akan terus berdiri berapa kali pun aku jatuh. Selama aku masih bernafas tidak ada kata menyerah dalam hidupku."

The domineering young master Hero Sanches conquer the heart and soul of Sharyn Rosario, making her slave of his obsessive love. Because of his disorder, he was so attached to her that he can not live normally without her. When one day she disappeared and was arranged to marry another woman, he became sick. When he started working in the family company, he doesn't want women around him so he ordered that all staff under him will be men. When Young master Hero met again his only love, his only cure of his so-called unique disease, he had to take hold of the very important person in Sharyn's life to make her stay. Find out who was the very important person in Sharyn's life. Did they have a happy ending even his rich father against the relationship?

"Why are you here, Aaron?" The question was charged with the need to really uncover the truth. "Because," he said, his breath hot against my skin, "there's justice in redemption, and you, Roanne, seek for justice in the wrong place." Before I could process the weight of his words, his mouth was on mine, a kiss that stole the air from my lungs and branded me with a hunger I'd fought to forget. It was possession, it was power—it was a battle I wasn't sure I wanted to win. - Roanne is a sophomore who is seduced into a secret campus revenge society by new "friends" promising justice against elite misdeeds, but becomes entangled in an intricate web of romantic obsession, family empires, high society deceit and dangerous underground power plays. The most dangerous game she plays is to seduce her ex’s best friend, but what happens when he becomes the hunter and not the prey? The Revenge Club is created by Amelie Bergen, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

After spending a night with a strange man on the night before her wedding, Arianna left the city to start her life afresh. The 22 year Arianna Jason lived her life pleasing those she loved the most, without knowing she was simply a prey that was being nurtured against the day of her ruin. She had tasted the bitter pill of betrayal. She wants to give back to the World and the society what it gave her. But how can she change her sweet, innocent personality to fit into a cruel world and society? Can her sweet nature be contaminated or will she make it through, paddling on the right path?

Even after a full decade of marriage, my husband Rudolf and I were as deeply in love as the day we wed—an enviable couple in the eyes of all. On the day of our anniversary, I saw him lifting a little boy into his arms right outside the entrance of our neighborhood. "Daddy! Can you take me to the amusement park this time?" The boy's words were enough to stop me dead in my tracks. I instinctively hid around a corner. "Of course! I'll even take you on a trip." Rudolf smiled warmly and kissed the boy on the forehead. In that instant, something seemed to have been set off in my head, as if years of trust had been shattered at that one moment. Daddy? Upon closer examination, I realized that the boy's features were remarkably similar to Rudolf's. No one could deny they were blood-related. "Your dad's busy with work, sweetheart. Don't cling to him too much," said a beautiful woman standing next to the boy. The cruel moment before me made it clear. The man who swore he would love me forever had been cheating all along.

My father's adopted daughter was only locked in the cramped storage closet for around fifteen minutes, yet he punished me by tying me up and throwing me inside. He even sealed off the ventilation with towels. "As Wendy's older sister, if you can't take care of her, then you should also experience how scared she was," he declared coldly. He knew I was claustrophobic, but my desperate pleas for mercy, my terror, were met with nothing but heartless reprimands. "Let this be a lesson on how to be a good sister." As the last sliver of light disappeared, swallowed by the oppressive darkness, I struggled helplessly. A week passed before my father finally remembered my existence and decided it was time to end my punishment. "Let's hope this week served as a good lesson for you, Jennifer. If this happens again, you will no longer be allowed in this house." He would never know that I had already taken my last breath in that suffocating room. My body had begun to rot in the darkness.

At sixty-five, I got served divorce papers. The same day, my husband Sebastian — decked out in his wedding suit, of all things — popped a handful of sleeping pills in a suicide attempt. For years, we were the perfect couple. The kind of pair neighbors whispered about with envy. I couldn't wrap my head around it. The divorce. The pills. None of it made sense. Not until I found the photo and letter in his pocket.

My fiancé was the CEO of a powerful financial conglomerate, and to the outside world, he adored me beyond measure. A week before our wedding, I found out I was pregnant with triplets. I had planned to tell him the joyful news in person. But instead, I witnessed him in bed with other women. Not with just one. It felt like a knife had carved into my soul, cutting so deep I lost all hope, all trust. My tears begged for release, but I held my head high, forcing myself to stay strong. For him, I had given up everything—my pride, my family, my career. Yet he chose to share our love with others. All those vows to love me and only me for a lifetime had been lies. Our so-called future, our wedding—it was all a cruel joke. He was no longer the man I once loved. He had become tainted. I would not endure his betrayal. He no longer deserved to be the father of my children. So I made my decision—to disappear, to fake my death and start over, to give myself and my babies a chance at a free, unburdened life. But I never imagined he'd become obsessed and start searching the world for women who resembled me, all while declaring I was the only one he ever loved. Too little, too late. His affection now is worth nothing. This time, I'm not looking back.