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Dessin Illusion D'Optique

Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Neva and Rhett, the two youths have their heart strings attached in love. Interfering their peaceful life circumstances unfolds scattering blades in their romance. Ishmael, with a heart of spikes, he looks to mend the wound, searching and failing for his Neva separated from him. Rays of love and joy filtering through clouds of horror in the world, Neva before him once more. The twisted fate entangling them, reveals the game of sphere as misery burns their soul. Concealed life beyond turning pages—one after another. The tale gathers: sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and weakness, destruction and creation, love and hate. Illusion is where we live; in the Garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusive is serenity; an evermore sanguine of love. Visionary of Eden in the new earth; sows hope deep in the soul. Delusory pleasure of the world; shall bring us burns in the ocean of fire. Illusive Eden is peace. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of the man, even now bleeding red. The whisper whirls with the dawn of a man. He, who pretends to be the Hero. (The girl who promised to always be together, Forbids him to ever appear, Refusing to recognise him, She disregards all he ever had. Vowing to protect her, He's the terrifying truth she hopes rules lie. Tripping and ripping her, He's the living tragedy looming in on her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth; He's the villain pretending to be a Hero.)
NehaPriaa · 127.4K Views

La Renaissance d'Oméga

Qu'est-ce qui était pire que la mort elle-même ? Eh bien, c'était mourir en sachant que personne ne vous regretterait, en sachant que votre mort était un service rendu à tous ceux que vous aviez connus. C'était exactement ce que je ressentais le jour où je suis mort. J'étais le fruit de l'amour du Roi Alpha de l'Éclipse, à une époque où le lien d'âme sœur était considéré comme sacré, un enfant né hors mariage n'était rien de moins que sacrilège... 'C'était sa faute, il aimait quelqu'un d'autre que son âme sœur...' 'C'était sa faute, il avait eu une connaissance charnelle d'une femme humaine.' 'Tout était de sa faute, mon seul crime était d'être né de sa luxure.' Mais pourquoi ce Roi Alpha qui était mon père était-il parfaitement en sécurité, alors que j'étais haï, méprisé et blâmé pour tout à la place ? Pourquoi devais-je être le pion de mon père, utilisé pour atteindre ses buts ? Pourquoi ne pouvais-je pas être rejeté comme tout le monde mais étais au lieu de cela assassiné par ma propre âme sœur ? Pourquoi ai-je été tué avant même d'avoir eu la chance de vivre ? J'avais mille questions et pourtant il n'y avait personne pour répondre et c'était exactement comme ça que je suis mort... Alors pourquoi mes yeux se sont-ils rouverts ce jour-là, un mois avant ma mort ? Était-ce à cause de mon petit secret ? Un secret que je ne dirai à personne d'autre qu'à vous... Au vu du titre de mon récit, vous devez penser que je suis un loup Oméga... Non, vous vous trompez... Je ne suis pas un loup Oméga, je suis un loup Alpha et mon nom est Oméga. ~Deuxième livre de la série la Renaissance des Loups-Garous. *Pas un préquel ou une suite à 'La Némésis du Roi Alpha', les deux livres ne sont pas liés si ce n'est pour le cadre du monde et le concept de Renaissance des Loup-Garous. *Couverture obtenue sur internet, tous les crédits vont à l'artiste original.*
JHeart · 168.3K Views

TËSSÃ ãñd DARÆY

I closed my eyes, shutting out his face, trying to steady myself. But I could feel it—his surprise. The way his lips stilled for a fleeting moment before moving with mine told me he didn't expect this. Not from me. "Well done Tessa. You've outdone yourself" I thought, a quiet victory blooming inside me. And then, as if understanding my message he responded. His lips softened, calling to mine, pulling me in closer. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate, more consuming, as though he'd decided to match the boldness I'd thrown his way. This was real. Too real. I gave myself a warning, a fleeting whisper in the chaos of my mind: this shit is about to get real, girl. But it was too late. The ferocious rush of adrenaline coursing through me had already taken over. Butterflies danced in my stomach, fluttering wildly like they'd been let loose from a cage. I thought butterflies only happened when too people were inlove. So why—why is my body dancing to his tune ? His touch was quick, smooth and practiced. He knew exactly how to hold me, how to make my body respond. I was caught between surprise and satisfaction, entirely swept away. Of course, he knew what he was doing. I didn't expect someone like him to be inexperienced. He carried himself like a man who'd walk this path before. If he wanted to, I had no doubt he could have taken me here and now. The thought sent thrill down my spine,but also a jolt of clarity. I wasn't ready. I couldn't loose my virginity to someone I barely knew —whose name I didn't even know. Still he made me feel so much at once. Too much. I was floating, soaring high above the world while somehow still feeling grounded. I was up in the clouds—cloud six at most, but my body wasn't my own anymore. I couldn't feel it. Couldn't control it. It was as though I traded my sanity for this fleeting, intoxicating moment. I could no longer breathe. Every time I tried to take a breathe, he'd pull me right back into the moment and I'd loose myself all over again. It was overwhelming, intoxicating. What was wrong with him? Why wasn't he stopping? It was as if he wanted more—needed more. Like he was determined to dive deeper into the kiss. To explore every uncharted corner of it. Deeper? " Is there even a way to go deeper than this ? I thought to myself, my mind spinning. He'd gone through every kind of kiss I could imagine —soft, fiery, teasing, demanding. I didn't think there was anything left for him to try. But he didn't stop. I tried to push him away, my hands trembling against his chest. But before I could, he caught my wrist, his grip firm yet gentle, pulling me back into his hold. I couldn't escape. And truthfully? I didn't want to. I liked what I was feeling. No—i loved it. It was raw, Electric, addictive. My body craved it, craved him and I didn't want it to end. I wanted more. More until I couldn't feel anything else. Untill my body didn't know where it began and where it ended. Then like a splash of cold water, the sound of voices broke through my haze. " Hey, don't you think it's enough" I froze, reality crashing in. I had completely forgotten about them —our friends. I'd forgotten about everything: where I was, what I was doing, the fact that we were standing out here in broad daylight. The world around me felt like nothing more than a tool for this moment, as if the sunlight itself was feeding into the darkness we'd created together. It had been just us—only us. And now it was over.
Black_Diamond626 · 5.3K Views

The Illusion of Terror

In the vibrant heart of a bustling city, five friends—Aiden, Ben, Chloe, Danny, and Emily—navigate the complexities of their lives. Each faces their own struggles, from family expectations and personal passions to tumultuous love lives and deep insecurities. They find solace in each other's company. Their lives take a dark turn one stormy night when they gather at Ben's old, creaky house. As they reminisce, a sudden blackout plunges them into darkness, unveiling malevolent spirits that inhabit the house. Each friend encounters horrifying apparitions that reflect their deepest fears. Determined to uncover the source of the hauntings, they split up and face their personal nightmares. Aiden confronts a ghostly figure of his strict father, Ben is chased by a spirit feeding on his passion, Chloe faces a vengeful ghost from her past, Danny encounters a phantom embodying his failures, and Emily is tormented by a specter of her deepest fears. In the chaos, Aiden and Emily discover a hidden diary in the attic, revealing that the house's previous owner, a sorcerer, created the spirits to torment those who entered. The sorcerer, controlling the house from beyond the grave, had trapped the friends in a nightmarish game to feed off their fears and weaknesses. Together, the friends confront the sorcerer in a fierce battle, ultimately overcoming the malevolent spirits. As the illusion shatters, they realize their experiences were not entirely real, but the emotional scars remain. The ordeal leaves them forever changed, having faced their deepest fears and emerged stronger. In the aftermath, they piece together the final clues from the diary and learn that the sorcerer's true intent was to teach them a lesson about their inner strength. The spirits were manifestations of their own fears, manipulated by the sorcerer to help them find their true potential. With newfound clarity, the friends vow to support each other and face life's challenges head-on
Rowan_Sterling01 · 1.7K Views
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