Garnett
Garnett's Book(1)
Unyielding Conqueror's Return
Modern Would you believe me if I told you that my uncle actually killed my parents? Yeah, I was just as shocked as you when I found out the truth.
My uncle, Cordell, was the one who raised me after my parents' untimely death in a drowning incident fifteen years ago. I was just five years old at the time. Since I had nowhere to go, Cordell took me in.
I thought he was my savior. But little did I know that he actually took me in just to cover up his crimes. Cordell killed my parents to take over the family estate!
My childhood was far from perfect. Cordell was such a cold-blooded man. He never cared about anyone else but himself.
When I finally came of age, I made boss moves by using my talent. My success began after I set up a biotech company at the age of twenty. In no time, I soon became a force to reckon with.
Cordell wasn't happy about this. To sabotage me, he accused me of rape and then took over my company. My reputation was ruined in the blink of an eye.
Beaten and battered, I fled out of the country in search of greener pastures. Five years passed by quickly. Those were the most eventful years of my life.
I, Randolph Truman, passed through a lake of fire and came out like refined gold. I finally returned home as the leader of the most formidable armed organization. My net worth ran into trillions!
A hundred thousand soldiers were at my command. I was on top of the world. People would surely respect me even if they didn't want to.
Unfortunately for Cordell, he hadn't gotten the memo. He mocked me when our paths crossed again. He called me a rapist and also encouraged others to ridicule me.
But the moment I unveiled my new identity to them, they all bowed before me, wept, and begged for my forgiveness. I felt like a king!
Should I pay Cordell back in his own coin? Wanna know what I did to him? You might like
The Return of The Forgotten Legend
Yves Whilton Once a master of both healing and combat, Kayce lost everything-his memory, his power, and his dignity. Betrayed and left to wander the streets, he became the laughingstock of his in-laws: the so-called "useless son-in-law" who couldn't even fend for himself.
But legends couldn't stay buried forever.
As Kayce's memories resurface, so did the man he used to be-skilled, fearless, and unstoppable. With precision and power, he began to shatter every insult thrown his way. From street beggar to international powerhouse, Kayce rose again-this time, with his radiant wife by his side and vengeance in his heart.
The man they mocked was the man who would make them kneel. Mighty Super-rich Heir
Claudette Ever since I was a child, I had always been poor. Every time I came home from school, I would be met with the sight of my father busying himself in the kitchen.
From my earliest recollection, I would always remember my father wearing his old factory uniforms in the house. His hair was snow-white and he had very dark skin. He would usually smoke cheap cigarettes and the car he drove around was a Santana which was a real wreck.
Despite all our hardships, my father threw himself into his work for 18 years and raised me to his best abilities, and I ended up not disappointing him as I managed to get into a very good university.
Because I came from poverty, I had to work a part-time job in order to pay the high tuition fees. I knew my classmates must’ve looked down on me because I was so poor, but I did my best to not let that bother me.
On the day of my 18th birthday, my father announced that he was going to give me a birthday present and that he would bring it to me in person.
That day I saw my father in a new light.
My father’s coarse snow-white head had turned shiny black. He had replaced his tattered clothes with expensive Givenchy suits, and he even wore a Patek Philippe watch around his wrist. The old Santana was now a limited edition Rolls Royce.
I stared at my father with bewildered eyes and asked him in an incredulous voice, “Dad, is our family really the richest in the world right now?”
My father took out a Mayan Sicars cigar worth $500,000, lit it, and blew out a smoke ring. “Son, I know you’ve suffered a lot for the past 18 years, and I feel ashamed that I couldn’t have provided more for you. I want you to take this ten million as pocket money first. You can ask me for more later if it’s not enough!”