hostile interest

For Chen Cheng, thirty means interest—the interest rate. From 3,000, to 100,000, to a million, to ten million, and then to over a hundred million... An ever-increasing amount of principal, an endless stream of interest. With money generating money, compounded interest calculations made Chen Cheng exclaim: This money can't be spent! Absolutely can't be spent! For a lifetime, I can't finish spending it!

*A slow-burn fantasy romance. The weak to strong tale of a peasant on the path of finding the love he deserves. Most romance novels focus on the woman's perspective, but what about the heroes of these stories?* NOT HAREM Synopsis: Being the son of a romance author has put unrealistic ideas in Henry's head. Despite his bad luck of being born a peasant, he can't help daydreaming whenever he sees a knight in shining armor riding away with a beautiful lady. Someone like him isn't supposed to be anything but a stable hand - working hard until his last breath just like his father. So why does he feel so compelled to seek out a life much greater than he could ever hope for? He wonders what the view will look like from the top, but he won't know until he gets there!

From mortal to an immortal god; this isn't just an ordinary romance cultivation story; it is a dangerous cultivation world of treacherous dangers. In the Nine Celestial Fraternity of the Celestial Realm where powerful cultivators ruled, a young man has the lofty ambition to be a cultivator. To be a cultivator means that he has to join a cultivation sect and this begins his journey to be the greatest cultivator in the Celestial Realm. But before Lu Qingyun cultivation journey can begin, he is already nailed by the greatest villainess in the entire Nine Celestial Fraternity and that she knows that he is the reincarnation of a powerful immortal great god! And so begins an epic battle of wits between a future upstart cultivator and the greatest villainess of all time as they bitterly fought to settle their feuds, using the entire Nine Celestial Fraternity as a stake. The loser shall die and the winner shall ascend to be an immortal cultivator! There are a total of seven celestial levels in order to cultivate as a celestial cultivator; Practitioner, Master Practitioner, Enlighten Celestial, Immortal Celestial, Golden Celestial, Golden Supremacy and Sacred Saint.

Seribu tahun yang lalu, ada pertempuran yang mengerikan di dunia atas. Pertempuran itu melibatkan suku phoenix dan suku Naga yang memperebutkan kekuasaan. Pertempuran tersebut membuat kedua suku tersebut punah, dan hanya tinggal sedikit dari mereka yang kemudian merantau dan memulai hidup baru. Sementara itu, di antara sisa-sisa pertempuran, ada seekor anak burung phoenix yang baru saja menetas, bulunya tidak sempurna, tetapi mencoba terbang. Anak Phoenix itu jatuh ke dalam sebuah danau di dunia bawah dan ditolong oleh anak naga yang memiliki sisik yang sangat halus. Sisik anak naga itu berwarna biru. Anak naga kemudian menempatkan anak phoenix di tepi danau. Anak Phoenix kemudian mengolah gua yang terbuat dari pohon tua di tepi danau sementara anak naga melakukan hal yang sama. Mereka berdua kemudian berkultivasi dengan tenang sampai tidak terasa seperti seribu tahun telah berlalu. Ketika mereka bangun, mereka berdua telah berubah menjadi Phoenix dan naga yang sangat istimewa. Bagaimana mereka akan melanjutkan hidup mereka? Akankah keduanya bertemu? ikuti cerita di Legend Of Love Of Two Hostile Clans

Celia never expected her life to come with a rewrite. One moment she was an ordinary woman allergic to her sister’s romance novels and the next, she wakes up inside one. Not as the heroine nor a side character. But as Lady Aria Valen, the villainess doomed to die after tormenting the heroine and facing punishment from four powerful male leads. Knowing the ending, she chooses survival over plot. She begins to avoid the men, avoid romance, and avoid everything. Unfortunately… the story disagrees. Because the more she tries to stay invisible, the more the four male leads start noticing her. And the more they notice her… the more they begin to fall.

Celia hätte nie erwartet, dass ihr Leben neu geschrieben werden würde. Im einen Moment war sie eine gewöhnliche Frau, allergisch gegen die Liebesromane ihrer Schwester, und im nächsten wachte sie in einem von ihnen auf. Nicht als die Heldin oder eine Nebenfigur. Sondern als Lady Aria Valen, die Bösewichtin, die dazu verdammt ist, zu sterben, nachdem sie die Heldin gequält hat und von vier mächtigen männlichen Hauptrollen bestraft wird. Da sie das Ende kennt, wählt sie das Überleben anstelle der Handlung. Sie beginnt, die Männer zu meiden, die Romantik zu meiden und alles zu meiden. Unglücklicherweise … ist die Geschichte anderer Meinung. Denn je mehr sie versucht, unsichtbar zu bleiben, desto mehr werden die vier männlichen Hauptrollen auf sie aufmerksam. Und je mehr sie auf sie aufmerksam werden … desto mehr beginnen sie, sich zu verlieben.

"You are too overpowered. Your existence poses a great threat to my son and daughter of fate. I had no other choice but to kill you." This was the voice of God he heard when he was about to enter the door of death. "A tragic oped character, sigh, its a very popular trend right now. The normal cliche of losing all your loved ones, an illegitimate son of a noble household, possessing overwhelming magic, good looks and what not. But as I kept writing I realised I made you way too oped, to the point your existence became a threat to the plot." The voice of god spoke to him again. "...Are you the one who killed my family?" He asked back with a blank expression. "Yes." Spoke the voice again. This simple one sentence angered him to the point he fought harder against his predestined death. He was enraged. The death of his family was orchestrated by this damn god, his life made miserable and painful, so he had to rise again, back on his two feets so he could destroy the god's world. And so he did. He rose again, defeating his death. Then he had his revenge by almost destroying the world. Almost!!! Before he could lead to the death of the Male and the female lead a thing called system was bounded to his soul. He was forced to leave his world and enter many different worlds. "Well, Unfreeze the OOC!" He demanded with a malicious grin on his face. He had to have his revenge. But most important of all, he had to be the one incharge of his characters. "......." The system shivered at his words, its invisible eyes bulging out. Unbeknownst to him, a GOD had embarked on a journey to a portal of unknown origin right at the time when he was entering a new world. "Oh fuck!" He cursed as he realised a dangerous point. "This is not the protagonist! Who is he?" Novel cover: Drawn by me aka @pushisinung

Synopsis: Demian Maxwell is the Crown Prince to the Grove Kingdom and an alpha. It's his first year at Oakswood Academy and a certain beta has garnered his attention, but why does Ophelia Rosewood keep popping up when he least expects it? Remi Sato is a renowned name in the science community, and this famous herbologist is starting his first year at Oakswood Academy. But this boy has a secret, and lots of them. He is secretly the omega prince, Remington Arlow and a reincarnated soul who just wants to be with his favorite otome game character. Excerpt: Remi looked at him in confusion. Demian saw the moment that Remi realized what he wanted when Remi's face turned a brilliant shade of scarlet, matching his beautiful pink eyes which seemed a tad darker than they were just moments before. "You-" Remi started, his words dying out. Demian pointed to his still open mouth, uncaring of how undignified he looked at the moment. This was something he needed, a peaceful, uncaring day with a beautiful beta to tease to get his mind off the nightmares he had recently been plagued with. Remi chewed on his bottom lip in contemplation. Before Demian could tell Remi that he was only teasing him, Remi picked up a fork and speared a piece of fish on the tines. With a red face, Remi raised the fork up until it was even with Demian's mouth, his hand under the fork to catch the food if it fell. Demian's eyes widened minutely but he refused to pass up the opportunity that was given to him. He leaned forward and took the piece of fish between his teeth, sliding it off the utensil. A rich, nutty flavor with a sweet sugary taste coated his tongue pleasantly. "This is really good," Demian said after swallowing his food. "I'm excited to try other dishes made by you." Remi flushed crimson once again. It was interesting to see such contrasting reactions out of him. One minute, Remi could be daring and confident, and in the next he could be timid and shy. "How about some vegetables this time?" Demian once again opened his mouth. A salty, leafy taste filled his senses this time. The salt wasn't overpowering and it brought out the natural flavors of the mixed vegetables that included asparagus and carrots. Remi lowered the utensils and looked away. "You have two perfectly good hands, feed yourself," he mumbled. The back of his ears and neck were tinged red. *This a teen-fantasy-romance novel set in the omegaverse.*

He destroyed everything I loved. Now he wants me. Five years ago, Damien Cross was the golden boy protégé who learned everything from my father. Now he's the ruthless billionaire CEO systematically dismantling our family empire, piece by piece. Sterling Industries built three generations of my family's legacy. But Damien doesn't just want our company, he wants our complete annihilation. Every hostile bid, every stolen contract, every calculated move is designed to make us bleed. I should hate him. I do hate him. So why does every confrontation in his boardroom leave me breathless? Why does his dark gaze strip away every defense I've built? And why can't I stop thinking about the boy who once promised to protect me from everything, including himself? Damien thinks he's won. He thinks I'll surrender Sterling Industries without a fight. He's about to learn that some wars are worth dying for, and some enemies are worth burning for. In business, there are no rules. In revenge, there are no limits. But in love? There are no survivors.

He glares at his wife then the woman standing in front of him, "a mistress" he chuckles angrily, Isabella looks at him Worried, he picked up a glass and threw it on the mistress, clash, Isabella closes her eyes in fear it's like time stopped how angry was he, how did it become like this