On the day of her father's memorial service, Cathy learned that her husband had cheated on her and killed her father. She used all her wits and teamed up with Vincent, a highly skilled bodyguard, to take on her powerful, wealthy husband and get revenge.

On the day of her father's memorial service, Cathy learned that her husband had cheated on her and killed her father. She used all her wits and teamed up with Vincent, a highly skilled bodyguard, to take on her powerful, wealthy husband and get revenge.

Your decisions shape the fate of Shanker, a fiery young man from the slums who dares to love beyond his station and fight a corrupt empire. When he uncovers the crimes of powerful industrialist Arjun Chaurasia, he becomes a target. Now, survival means outsmarting a killer who's never failed—Daaga. Love, loyalty, and revolution hang in the balance.

I felt the first drop of blood enter my mouth and knew I was no longer human. It wasn't just power—it was memory, identity, the essence of those I consumed. Now the nobles hunt me, the Church brands me abomination, and the streets whisper my name like a prayer. But they don’t understand: I didn’t choose this bloodline. It remembered me. And it’s hungry for more.

I was seventeen when the sky split open and I flew into it. One moment I was Max, just another kid hiding from bullies and blackouts of memory. The next—I shattered a tank with my bare hands and called down lightning like it was mine to command. Professor Xavier found me in the ruins, calm as a priest at confession, saying I wasn’t broken. I was *evolved*. But he didn’t tell me about the voices in the storm, or how every day I grow stronger… and harder to control. Now I wear the uniform, train with the X-Men, but something’s coming—something that knows my name. And this school? It won’t protect me when it arrives.

I was born in the gilded halls of Eldoria, heir to a throne soaked in lies. They called me Prince Cody Mathew—beloved, blessed, destined. Then the coup came. My family was slaughtered, my name erased. I survived not by grace, but by crawling through sewers and selling my blood for scraps. Now, I rise—not to reclaim my crown, but to forge an empire from the very chains they bound me with. You think slavery is evil? I’ve lived it. And now, I’ll master it. The world will kneel, or it will break.