My Superstar System: Rise To Stardom
After dying in an accident, Alex awakens in another world in the body of a poor student who was betrayed by both his girlfriend and his best friend, then beaten to death in a dark alley. A mysterious stone that followed him across worlds awakens the Superstar System, turning effort and discipline into growth. Carrying two lives' worth of regret and one unfinished dream, Alex steps onto the path of fame, determined to rise from nothing and reach the stage that once felt impossible.
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Chapter 6
Alex nodded and took her phone. Their hands brushed lightly, the touch soft and cool. Since she had only been in school for a week, they had not yet found the time to exchange numbers.
Several boys and girls noticed them sharing contacts, and muttering began almost immediately.
"That Alex is a legend. It hasn't even been a week since he broke up with his beautiful girlfriend, and he's already hooking up with another," one of the boys said. He stared at them intensely, wishing he could switch places with Alex.
"Yes, and this one is just as pretty, maybe even more shapely than the last," his friend agreed.
As for the girls, they started wondering what was so special about Alex. He was pleasing to the eyes, yes, but he was also dirt poor. Deep down, they felt a sting of jealousy, though their pride would never allow them to admit it.
Alex and Amber soon headed to their classes.
On the way, they ran into Billy and Christina. It seemed Billy was escorting her to her classroom. He belonged to class C, and his grades were so poor that if not for his wealthy parents, he would have ended up in class F.
When he saw Samuel, Billy quickly leaned in and planted a peck on Christina's cheek.
"Stop it, naughty boy," she said, pushing him away playfully, while Billy flashed a grin at Alex. Alex ignored him completely.
He would have his revenge someday, but not now. At the moment, he was nothing and could not even begin to think about proper revenge.
Seeing them together caused a faint ache in his chest, but he knew it was only a lingering feeling from the past Alex, not his true emotions. In reality, he did not care at all about the two people, who were little more than strangers to him.
Billy did not think much about the fact that Alex had healed. After all, it had already been a week, and with proper treatment, healing was to be expected. That was exactly what Alex had wanted as well.
Alex and Amber entered the classroom and sat in their usual seats. Amber took the seat to Alex's left. On his right sat a fat boy wearing spectacles, with an earbud tucked into one ear.
When he noticed Alex, he removed the earbud and greeted him. "What's up, Alex? I haven't seen you for a week now. What's wrong?" he asked. His name was Jude, and he used to be Alex's friend.
That was before Billy. They had argued after Jude warned him about Billy, and Alex had accused Jude of being jealous. Jude deleted his number, and they never spoke again.
But things were different now. It had been a week since Jude last saw Alex, and he had also witnessed how Billy betrayed him. He was genuinely worried, which was why he broke his self-imposed silence and spoke to him.
"I'm alright. I'm sorry about what I said, Jude. I know it might sound strange now, especially since what you said about Billy turned out to be true. I'm sorry for how I treated you back then."
He apologized sincerely.
"Oh, that's nothing. I'm sorry too for scolding you that day and calling you small-brained. Maybe that's why you flared up back then," Jude said, apologizing as well as he stretched out his hand.
Alex took it gratefully. This fatty was genuinely a good person. The previous Alex had simply been too naive.
"Let's be friends again," Jude said, and Alex nodded.
After that, Alex noticed the earbud Jude was wearing. He always seemed to have it on every morning. The previous Alex had never paid attention to it, or cared enough to ask.
"You must really love music. What do you usually listen to?" Alex asked with a smile, trying to start a friendly conversation before the teacher arrived for the morning lesson.
"Oh, this?" Jude pointed at the earbud, looking embarrassed.
"The truth is, I don't listen to any known songs. It's just beats I made myself. Want to listen?" He looked at Alex hopefully.
Alex stared at him in surprise.
"You make beats? That's amazing. I'd really like to hear them," he said, nodding.
"Hehehe, it's nothing special, so don't be disappointed," Jude chuckled as he handed over the earbud.
Alex put it in his ear and listened. After only a few seconds, his eyes widened in disbelief. What he heard was completely unexpected.
He had been prepared for mediocre beats, which was common among wannabe producers and sound engineers. They were often unrefined, full of flaws, yet still passable.
But Jude's work was different. The beat was fire, polished and well structured, something that could already be compared to works by top producers, of course with a bit more refinement.
He was not a professional yet, but his talent was undeniable.
"You really made this? Did you do it in a studio?" Alex asked, genuinely shocked.
Jude removed his glasses, wiped them carefully, then put them back on before replying.
"Yes, I made it. How is it? Is it really that bad?" he asked nervously.
"Bad? This is really good. It could already be compared to top producers, of course with a little more refinement," Alex replied.
Jude blushed deeply, his fat body turning red.
"Thank you. You're the only one who has ever appreciated it," he said with a shy smile.
"Wait, how? This is too good for no one to appreciate," Alex said.
"Well, that's because you're the only person who has listened to it," Jude replied softly.
"Oh, I see. Now I understand," Alex said. "I'll be honest with you, Jude. If you keep this up, you're going to become a great producer or sound engineer in the future."
"Really? I have a small studio at home. Maybe you could come over one day," Jude said happily.
"Really? Do you also record?" Alex asked.
"No, not yet, but I hope to someday. I already have all the equipment at home," Jude replied.
Alex felt an unexpected urge to cry. Apologizing to Jude was something he truly did not regret. Missing this chance would have haunted him forever. Jude was real talent, and maybe he had just found a free studio as well.
"I want to visit too," someone said suddenly, startling both of them.
They turned and saw Amber.
"Really? You actually want to visit my studio?" Jude asked, finding it hard to believe. He had never had friends before, save for Alex, nor anyone interested in his studio. Now, two people wanted to visit at once, and he was overwhelmed with happiness.
"Can you guys sing?" he asked nervously, hoping he could record as well.
"Yes, I can sing very well," Amber said confidently.
"Well, I'm not that great, but I can compose and sing a bit," Alex said, feeling slightly embarrassed. He could not exactly claim to be amazing at singing.
"Great!" Jude pumped his fist excitedly, startling the entire class as his fat body jiggled with enthusiasm.
"What's wrong with that fatty and those two? And when did the three of them become so close?" the class wondered.
At that moment, Samuel received a text message. He checked his phone. It was a message from the talent show.
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Just as she's figuring out this mess, a system pops up with one hell of an offer:
Complete the missions. Bond with assigned males. Save this world.
Do all that, and you get a one-way ticket back home. for revenge.
Sounds simple? Think again.
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A shadowy Serpent, too patient and too dangerous, watching her every move from the dark.
A Phoenix King, whose love burns so hot he'd reduce empires to cinders for her.
They all need her mark. They all want her.
And sharing? Not in their vocabulary.
Too bad for them-
She's not here for love stories.
She's here to survive.
To climb.
To turn their legendary power into her own stepping stones.
And one day.
To go back and make her betrayers wish they were never born.
9.3
Halie woke up to a sharp pain and a terrifying reality. She was in a new body, her face covered in a hideous web of scars, and her spiritual power reduced to a pathetic D-Class.
Before she could even process the memories of being framed, her bedroom doors were violently kicked open.
Her sister Seraphina sauntered in with a venomous sneer, followed closely by Halie's S-Class fiancé, Jett.
"Look at the disgrace of the Avila family. What a waste," Seraphina mocked, throwing a mirror at her bed.
"I can't be tied to a cripple. As an S-Class, I have to break our engagement," Jett added, his gaze full of disgust.
The nightmare didn't stop there. Her father called, screaming about how she had shamed the family name. He officially stripped her of her inheritance, froze all her accounts, and exiled her to the decaying Southern District to rot.
To make matters worse, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly echoed in her skull, warning her of an impending genetic collapse. Without an immediate energy infusion, she would face total organ failure in thirty days.
A ruined face, a treacherous family, a world that wanted her dead, and a literal death clock ticking in her brain. The original owner had died in absolute despair, a tragic victim of sheer cruelty.
But if they thought she would just sit there and die, they were severely mistaken.
Armed with a mysterious system and her brilliant scientist mind from her past life, Halie packed her bags. She chose the craziest survival quest: head to the slums, find the exiled, sterile S-Class "madman" Coleman, and cure him to harvest his life energy. It was time to start her counterattack.
8.8
I am the best esports jungler in the league, but I've been hiding a severe wrist injury just to keep my team alive in the semifinals.
Right in the middle of the crucial tie-breaker game, our mid-laner deliberately walked into the enemy team and died without casting a single defensive spell.
He was match-fixing for offshore betting sites, throwing away our entire season for a massive payout.
Because of his betrayal, we had to sub in two terrified rookies, and we were absolutely slaughtered. The stadium crowd booed us out of the arena. The internet exploded with pure vitriol, trending hashtags calling me a washed-up fraud who hid on the bench to save my own stats. The media demanded I retire immediately. My physical therapist gave me a grim ultimatum: my shredded nerves only allow me four hours of playtime a day before my right hand completely locks up.
I destroyed my own body for this team, only to be sold out by a coward and crucified by the very fans I bled for. Why should my legacy end in total disgrace because of someone else's greed?
I refuse to step down. I forced the traitor out, ignored management's safe roster choices, and locked my eyes on the most toxic, universally hated streamer on the platform.
"He's a walking PR nightmare," my coach warned.
I don't care. He is an arrogant, unhinged killer in the game, and I am going to make him mine.
7.5
"Let's play a game."
"What game?"
"One that involves you not screaming."
★★★★★
I'd been the perfect girlfriend to my star hockey player for two years.
Stood in the rain at his practices. Drove hours just to watch him warm benches. Wore his jersey like it meant something.
And he repaid me by fucking his way through half of Chicago-including the sister of the one man he's been obsessed with for years.
Zane Mercer.
The NHL's most dangerous player. My stepfather's worst enemy. And the man who looked at me like I was something worth destroying the world for.
One impossible offer.
One desperate bet.
One night that changed everything.
Zane doesn't do fake. He doesn't do half measures.
When he tells me I'm his for two months, he means it. In every way that matters.
But Zane has secrets buried so deep they connect to my family's past in ways I never imagined. Dark secrets. Deadly ones.
What starts as a transaction turns into obsession.
What starts as revenge turns into something I can't walk away from.
And what starts as a lie might be the only truth that matters.
They say some men are too dangerous to love.
They're right.
But I was never good at following warnings.
★★★★★
This book contains explicit sexual content, dominant/possessive behavior, morally gray characters, family conflict, and themes that may be triggering. Intended for mature readers 18+.
This isn't your normal hockey romance. It's dark, raw, and unrelenting-where obsession, desire, and power collide, and nothing is off-limits.
9.4
"I'm terribly sorry my champagne found your face so magnetic, Captain."
Theodore Ashford does not get angry. No - he smiles. Slow. Amused. Dangerous.
"No apology necessary, Lady Cruelton. In fact, I insist you join us for dinner next week. I find you... fascinating."
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Beatrice Whitmore died once already.
She wakes up inside a 1940s romance novel - not as the heroine, but as the infamous purple-haired villainess destined for scandal, disgrace, and an early grave. Everyone hates Lady Cruelton.
Which is perfect.
Because survival comes with rules.
A mysterious System rewards her with Hatred Points for humiliation, social ruin, and expertly executed cruelty. The more she's despised, the longer she lives. Reform is fatal. Kindness is suicide.
Being terrible should be easy.
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Faking her death was supposed to secure her escape from the plot.
Instead, his attention drags her deeper into it.
Now Beatrice must outmaneuver gossip, rewrite a story determined to destroy her, and earn enough Hatred Points to survive - without falling for the only man who doesn't hate her.
Because in a world where love is the true death sentence for a villainess...
Cruelty might be her only way out
9.7
Charity woke up in a hellish, acid-rain-soaked slum, trapped inside a bloated body covered in festering, toxic sores. She was the exiled Grand Princess of the Empire.
But the real nightmare wasn't her ruined body. It was the fact that the original owner had used her royal authority to force genetic marriage contracts onto four top-tier, powerful men.
Now, she was bound to them, and they absolutely loathed her.
Hjalmar, chained to a bed in her filthy room, smiled like a feral beast and promised to rip her head off the second his chains snapped.
Braden, a ruthless military officer, saved her from a mutated rat only to look at her with pure disgust.
"If you want to die, go die somewhere else. Don't dirty my patrol sector."
Even the locals mocked her fallen status, and a wealthy heiress publicly framed her for stealing a hundred-thousand-coin energy core just to see her rot in a dark cell.
She was universally despised, physically repulsive, and a lethal biological toxin gave her exactly 59 days left to live. How was she supposed to survive this absolute hell when her starting affection with her partners was at negative 100?
Then, a mechanical voice echoed in her skull, activating a survival system. To purge the poison, she had to harvest emotional energy by making these four men fall for her. Charity accepted the mandate, unlocked a top-tier culinary skill, and grabbed a rusted meat cleaver to start her counterattack.