Who Is The Otsutsuki God

“No! I don’t care if you buy me the city skyline, Jason. I’d still tell you to fuck off.” Jason Hale smirked. “What if I bought you the moon?” Samantha Torres’ life isn’t what she planned. Once a top science student, she now waits tables to pay off debt and care for her family. And the one wound she’s never healed? Jason, the man she loved in college, who cheated and broke her heart. Now, five years later, Jason is back. He’s heir to a billion–dollar empire and determined to win her again. He claims he’s changed, and he tempts her with lavish gifts, promises, and the same charm that once ruined her. But Jason has dangerous secrets, and Samantha swore that she would never fall for him again. Until her brother’s gambling debt pulls the mob to her doorstep…and Jason becomes the only man who can save her. Now she is drawn back into his world of wealth and risk, and Samantha finds herself torn between old wounds and new desires. But enemies circle fast: his ruthless twin, the woman who once came between them, and a rival who wants her for himself. Will Samantha walk away from Jason, or will she risk everything to find out if love is worth the danger?

“I would’ve died for my sister. Instead, I lived for her son.” Jade, the ruthless Alpha, made me his mate out of vengeance, not love. Now I’m trapped in a loveless bond, raising the son of the woman everyone adored, the same woman whose death they blame on me. But the real monster wears a smile and the secrets buried in this Pack run deeper than anyone knows including the truth about Jade’s father’s illness, and the child growing inside me. They all think I’m the villain. But I might be the only one who can save them. If I survive.

Tasoshi Saya, the Supreme God of Zeronity. He was the strongest god to ever live. A mountain of strength that could never be crossed. On the day of his match against his opponent, the Breakers—he was suddenly transported into another world. A world filled with swords and magic. Power? Glory? All that was lost as he entered into the new world. Yet, despite his helplessness, the 'Supreme' God of Zeronity was excited. Challenges that will arise from the weak, opponents whom would stand against him toe to toe—the journey begins.

My brother-in-law, Calum Russell, throws away the expensive New Year's gift that I buy. Putting a hand on my sister's pregnant belly, he tries to drive me out of the house. He says, "I pretended that I didn't know you were adopted because you used to help support the family's finances. But now that the house is about to be demolished, we will get a huge compensation for it. I have to kick you out, or you'll be taking my son's share!" I look at my parents and my sister in confusion, but none of them take my side. They just look at me with disgust and tell me to be grateful that they raised me for so many years. They demand that I sign the adoption termination agreement quickly and get out. I let out a sigh. Suppressing my anger, I sign it and leave. What a pity! If they had waited just a few more minutes, I would have told them that the demolition is fake. But what's real is that I have just won a lottery of 200 million dollars.

Every time my husband's newly hired assistant underwent another cosmetic procedure, a new wrinkle appeared on my face. Leaning on her increasingly refined beauty, she rose effortlessly through high society, earning praise as an "ageless goddess." Meanwhile, I—the rightful lady of a wealthy household—aged so rapidly that in just three months, I looked like her mother. Clutching her cosmetic treatment bills in one hand and my medical report in the other, I confronted my husband. Instead, he shoved me to the ground, his eyes cold as ice. "Have you lost your mind?" he snapped. "You failed to take care of yourself, and now you're jealous of a subordinate who works harder and strives more than you?" Later, in order to secure a partnership with Sauldi Group, she agreed to their proposal for a "rejuvenation" experiment, undergoing a full-body stem cell anti-aging procedure. At home, my organs began to fail one after another. By the time anyone noticed, I was already dead. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the afternoon when she first flaunted her plans—boasting about getting her very first skin-boosting injection.

Blurb: **“You are nothing to me.”** Those were the words Kael Thorne spoke while rejecting his fated mate in front of the entire pack. For Eryx, an omega born weak and unwanted, that rejection did not just break a bond,it erased his life. Dragged from sacred ground, stripped of his name, and sold in a shadow auction like damaged goods, Eryx learns the cruel truth of his world: omegas are disposable, and mercy is a myth. But fate is not done with him. When the Alpha who shattered him buys him back with cold silver and unreadable eyes, Eryx expects pain, punishment, and ownership. What he does not expect is protection. Silence instead of touch. Walls instead of chains. And a bond that refuses to stay dead. As buried prophecies awaken and elders come knocking with blood on their hands, Eryx discovers his rejection was a lie meant to save his life,and that his broken soul carries a power capable of tearing packs apart. Now trapped between enemies who want to use him and an Alpha who would burn the world to keep him safe, Eryx must decide who he is beyond rejection. Because some bonds are not meant to be broken. And some omegas were never meant to kneel.

Branded a cursed wolf, Freya has lived in the shadows of a crime she didn't commit, the fire that killed the Alpha's Luna and her own parents. Powerless, scorned, and unable to shift, she's spent years silenced by a secret even she doesn't know. But when her reluctant appearance at a Pack ball leads her into the arms of Dante, the Alpha's heir and son of the very woman she's accused of killing, fate binds them in a way neither can escape. Forced into marriage, rejected by the pack, and betrayed once more, Freya vanishes, even believed to be dead… until fate brings them face to face again. Now she's no longer the quiet girl who once begged to be left alone. She's a feared attorney, a hidden mother of twins… and something far more dangerous than a wolf. What happens when Dante suddenly wants a second chance? What will she do when darkness tries to break down the walls she built.

I am Aria Blackwood—a human bounty hunter who hunts werewolf alphas for a living. I was never meant to become one of them. Captured during the full moon, I fall into the hands of Damien and his pack—four powerful wolves who don’t just want to break me… they want to claim me. Bound by fate, desire, and a bond too strong to escape, I rise from prey to luna. But trust is deadly. Silas betrays us to the ruthless Bloodclaw pack, and I run—with a secret growing inside me that could change everything. Now they’re hunting me. Damien wants redemption. Rafe is ready to fight the world for me. Luka awakens a dangerous hunger I can’t deny. Do I return to the pack that shattered my heart… Or become the one woman powerful enough to destroy every alpha who ever tried to own her?

“Born in blood. Sworn in blood. You enter alive, you leave dead!” He spat and shot Hunter. He walked out of the room with his soldiers without looking back after wiping out a whole family of five. There is a cough in the serene room of the dead…

In my previous life, my husband had suddenly died of a brain hemorrhage, leaving behind a massive mountain of debt. For the sake of my son, who was still in high school, I sold the house my parents had left me, gritted my teeth, and worked three jobs to pay off the debt. Overworked and exhausted, my health deteriorated, and I eventually collapsed in the hospital. From my bed, I could hear my son, now a graduate from a prestigious university, smiling as he spoke on the phone. "Hello? Dad, it's me. Yeah, she's about to die. I bought insurance for her, so we should get close to one million. You and Aunt Rena should come back home right away." The "Aunt Rena" he spoke of was none other than my husband's childhood friend and neighbor who had known him for years. It turned out that the debts were all part of a massive money-laundering scheme between my husband and his childhood sweetheart. They had fabricated false accounts to hide their crime, and he had faked his death to escape the law. My son, eager to become the heir to wealth, had stood by and watched me work myself to death. When I next opened my eyes, I was back in the moment of my husband's feigned brain hemorrhage, the day it had all begun.