Reborn: The Godfather Has Fallen For Me - Chapter 1243

Ren has never known kindness. He grew up alone in the slums, learning to survive by staying out of sight and trusting no one. One night, he stumbles into a strange tunnel and finds a hidden shrine forgotten by time.There, he sees a black cat with golden eyes and hears a voice inside his head.The shrine is more than it seems. So is the cat.As Ren is pulled into something ancient and mysterious, he must decide if he's willing to take a different step in life or keep running from the world that hurt him.Because the city doesn't care if he lives or dies, but something in the dark might.(No system, no isekai, no reincarnation, no regression, no harem. The story focuses on mystery and character development.)

Anne Allistair has long forgotten about romance since her failed marriage to Thomas Brown. Now she wants a simple life, one that doesn’t require her having her heart broken again. However, things take a wild turn when she walks into the office of her boss, Riccardo Antonelli. His charm is inescapable, even for Anne who’s heart sought no romantic affairs. Now caught in his web, Anne must make a choice; risk losing her job for the sake of her fragile heart, or remain the secret woman who shared a bed with her boss.

“Alpha Troy! Over here!” I yelled, raising my hand for help. I was under attack by a monster while saving my mates.The four of them heard me cry out as the creature clawed me and slammed me against the wall.“Help me!” I gasped, but their attention shifted when a soft cry came from the other side.It was Oriana, the gentle princess and a warrior, a combination most men lusted after.But not my mates.They were in my troupe, my friends, my lovers. We shared a bed, a bond. I knew they would save me.“Ohhh! I’m going to die,” she whimpered again, though she could have stood up easily. The monster’s focus was on me.“Yorick!” I screamed, reaching for another of my mates, struggling to escape, my leg tangled in silver chains.My mates looked at me and then at her—and I saw it. The shine of love in their eyes.In a heartbeat, they ran to her. My heart slowed. Tears welled up.Oriana had warned me: when it came down to it, they would choose her. She told me they only used me to pass time in the dorm room because I agreed for gangbang while other she-wolves did not.And now, right before my eyes, they were leaping into battle—for her.“We’ll come back for you, don’t worry,” Haiden shouted, as if that erased the betrayal.At that moment, the monster turned back to me. And I knew there would be no saving me.So I prayed they’d live long enough to regret their choice.---Clementine had spent her life as the insufferable daughter of an alpha—tough, rebellious, and uninterested in love, especially in a world where male wolves were allowed multiple mates. Tired of her attitude, her stepmother forced her into an academy built to train fighters against deadly monsters.On her first day, Clementine was shocked to find her roommates were the worst people from her past:-Alpha Yorick, her bitter ex-boyfriend-Alpha Troy, her ex–best friend who believed she betrayed him-Alpha Haiden, the bully who had made her life hell-And Alpha Ian, her former cellmate who thought she manipulated him into punishmentThey all seemed to want revenge.But when they fought side by side on the battlefield, something strange happened–Clementine felt a mate bond with all of them.At first, things turned steamy. Hatred became desire. Tension turned into passion.But then, Clementine saw the truth: when it came down to it, they would always choose someone else over her.To them, she had only ever been a distraction, a toy to share and throw away.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”