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Somewhere Between The Sacred Silence And Sleep

Between Love and Ruin

Leonardo’s POV: I grazed her cheek as I slid fingers over her lips “I'm not a Jealous man, Maria…. I have never envied someone for what they have but yet….” I leaned closer to her sleeping body, my voice barely a whisper. “I'm jealous at every person you smile at and I want you all to myself. ”Alexander POV: Rain drenched me as I tilted the umbrella over her. "Maria," I said, my voice steady. "Whatever you want, it's yours. Wherever you go, I'll follow. If you ask me to kill, I'll do it." I leaned closer, my eyes locked on hers. "Just tell me... what do you want?” Maria POV I stared at Leo, watching him walk into the hall with a french lady by his side. This was a mission and besides he's my father's killer.So why do I feel like this whenever I see him? ****** Maria Everlight's life crumbles when her father’s death thrusts her into a forced marriage with the cold and ruthless Leonardo Von Grimm. What begins as a strategic alliance spirals into a web of deception, deadly secrets, and burning desires. Leonardo hides his emotions behind a mask of control, but Maria's resilience begins to melt his icy exterior. However, Alexander, his twin, harbors a dangerous obsession for Maria, one that could destroy them all. As Maria delves deeper into the truth of her father's murder and her family's legacy, she uncovers the sinister world of assassins, betrayal, and her own mother’s shocking secrets. When loyalties shatter and blood is spilled, Maria must decide where her heart and vengeance lie.In a world where love is a weapon and trust is a luxury, can Maria emerge unscathed, or will the darkness claim her soul?
leo_samuel · 1.7K Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 694.7K Views

Beyond silence

In a peaceful village, nestled in a valley surrounded by forests, lived a little girl named Claire. She had recently moved into an old house with her mother, after her parents had separated. The house, an ancient dwelling full of history, had a melancholic air, but Claire loved it for its tranquility. Deep down, she hoped that this new life would one day ease the pain of the separation. One winter evening, while playing alone in the living room, Claire noticed a pale, translucent figure standing near the window. It was a little boy, perhaps around her age, dressed in clothes from another era, gazing at her with sad eyes. He seemed lost and solemn. As Claire approached him, she felt an odd sense of calm. The figure slowly faded as she reached out to touch him. The next day, Claire searched for clues about this apparition. Through the old papers in the house, she discovered the story of a boy named Jules, who had lived there long before her. He had died in a tragic accident, taken too soon at the age of eight. His parents, overwhelmed by immense grief, had divorced after the loss of their child, unable to bear their shared sorrow. Jules's appearances became more frequent, and Claire began talking to him. She learned that, even in the afterlife, Jules could not find peace. He was troubled by the separation of his parents and could not bring himself to leave this world without trying to reconcile them. Claire understood that the little boy was seeking help, hoping that someone—an ordinary child like herself—could bring his parents back together and heal their broken hearts. Each night, Claire and Jules talked for long hours. She explained her own situation, the pain she felt from not seeing her father as often, the sadness of seeing her mother so lonely. Jules listened attentively while sharing his story and confiding his wish to reunite his parents. He told her, "If only they could love each other again, everything would be fine, Claire. I don’t want to see them separated in the afterlife." Gradually, Claire took the idea seriously. She began talking to her mother about Jules and his appearances, and soon, she had the courage to write a letter to her father, asking him to come back, even just for a moment, so that the family could be together, if only for an instant. One weekend, the miracle happened. Her father, touched by Claire’s letter, agreed to come and spend time with them. Claire felt as though Jules’s presence guided her every step. As the day went on, a strange but powerful sense of harmony filled the house. The tensions eased, and even though Claire’s parents knew they were not meant to be together, a new peace settled between them. That evening, after dinner, Claire found herself alone for a moment in the living room, watching the remnants of Jules’s shadow. He stood there, smiling faintly, his eyes filled with gratitude and happiness. He had not disappeared, but he seemed calmer, as if he had found peace. He gently faded away, before dissolving into the light of the fireplace.
Goodyear1 · 1.1K Views

BETWEEN THE HEAVENS AND THE AMBERS

The story follows a heart-wrenching encounter between the protagonist and her former lover, Travis, a man she once adored but who now appears unrecognizable. Set in a hospital run by the most notorious mafia, the protagonist confronts the reality of betrayal, unrequited love, and her broken life. Travis, once her gentle "pretty boy," is now transformed into Lord Morgan Travis, a sinister and emotionless mafia leader devoted to Violet, his wife. The protagonist struggles to reconcile this cold, menacing man with the kind, artistic friend she had loved deeply. As she processes the betrayal, she realizes their relationship was a façade—Travis never truly loved her, and she was just a pawn in a larger scheme involving her brother and the dangerous mafia world. Amidst her anguish, the protagonist admits a dark secret: she ordered an execution attempt on Violet. This revelation shatters any lingering connection between her and Travis, who reacts with fury. However, chaos erupts as Violet’s life hangs by a thread, her condition worsening due to insufficient medical resources. Realizing her place in Travis’ world was never genuine, the protagonist chooses to leave, running back to Julian, the man she ultimately sees as her true anchor despite their flawed relationship. The story ends on a note of despair and self-realization as the protagonist mourns her lost innocence and fractured self, seeking solace in the only semblance of stability she has left.
Sirajum_Munira_31 · 1.3K Views

Unholy Passion : Between Love and obsession

( DARK ROMANCE / OMEGAVERSE BL) What happens when an omega dares to capture and possess an alpha? Ren Xiao, a delicate and fragile omega, has a dangerous obsession—a burning desire for the elusive and commanding Shen Nian. With eyes as dark as the night and a presence that draws him in, Ren Xiao can’t help but fixate on the man who seems beyond his reach. But can an omega truly possess an alpha? Ren Xiao, now a university freshman , is determined to make the man he’s obsessed with notice him, no matter the cost. When the line between obsession and possession begins to blur, Ren Xiao hatches a plan to make Shen Nian his own. He didn’t expect the consequences, nor did he realize that the alpha he thought he was trying to control was just as consumed by him. How does a soft, seemingly fragile omega end up with a superior alpha tied to a chair? As Ren Xiao spirals deeper into his desire, the darkness between him and Shen Nian grows. What began as a simple crush turns into an unholy passion neither can escape. But with every twist, Ren Xiao learns that sometimes the one who seeks to control... is the one who ends up losing everything. — SNEAK PEAK --- "The love I can only give you is dirty," Ren Xiao murmured, his gaze dark as it fixed on the Alpha before him. His fingers tightened around Shen Nian's neck, the gesture both possessive and desperate. Leaning in, he whispered in his ear, "I want to own you, possess you, make you look at only me. Are you sure you want that, Shen Nian?" Instead of the disgust Ren Xiao had expected, he was met with a smirk, a dangerous grin curling at Shen Nian's irresistible lips. --- "You know you can never make a superior Alpha submit," Shen Nian’s voice was laced with authority as he pinned the omega to the chair, his eyes dark and commanding. Ren Xiao's lips curled into a satisfied smile. "I know that," he replied, his voice soft but dripping with lust. "I don’t want you to submit. I just want you to be mine." ------- WAIT!!! HERE ARE TEN REASONS YOU SHOULD GIVE THIS NOVEL A CHANCE ♡ 1. Omegaverse 2. Twisted Power Struggle 3. Forbidden Love 4. Dark, Captivating Chemistry 5. Psychological Depth 6. The Unexpected 7. Raw, Unfiltered Emotions 8. Unpredictable Twists 9. Intense, Steamy Moments 10. Mind Games, Manipulation additional Tags : Dark Romance, Obsession, Twisted Love, Psychological Thriller, Mafia/Crime, Toxic Relationships, Manipulation, BDSM Themes, Mind Games, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Slow Burn, Power Play, Love and Control, Mystery, Twisted Fate, Kidnapping, Dangerous Attraction, Intense Emotions, Deception Orbservent, Yandere, Obsessive Shou X Mysterious, Powerful, Manipulative Gong
Sweet_Vanilla_5667 · 3.3K Views
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