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Beyond Enemy Lines

In a world where two rival families, the Moreles and Winters, have been at war for generations, Rania Morales is forced to marry Asher Winter, the son of her mother's killer. Rania's half sister, Lyra, had previously rejected Asher as a potential partner, viewing him as weak and unfit to lead the pack. Instead, Lyra chose Asher's brother, Thane, as her partner, and manipulated their parents into arranging Rania's marriage to Asher. Rania, still scarred from her mother's death and Lyra's mistreatment, is initially resistant to the union, for she always dreamt of being with Ethan, the grandson of her godmother and the man she had hoped to marry. Asher, too, is indifferent to Rania, seeing the marriage as a political necessity. However, as they spend more time together, Rania begins to realize that Asher is not the weakling everyone thought him to be. In fact, he is the strongest and most capable leader of their generation, destined to become the head of the pack. Feelings blossom within her for Asher and her hatred turns into love and desire for him, but their growing bond is threatened by Lyra's jealousy and Thane's ambition. Lyra realizes her mistake and becomes increasingly envious of Rania's relationship with Asher and plot's to take Asher for herself and become his wife, while Thane who habors his own hatred for Asher seeks to bring his brother down and take the pack's leadership for his own. As tensions rise, Rania must navigate her complicated emotions and allegiances, all while confronting the dark secrets of their families' past and her own biases. Can Rania and Asher's love overcome the forces working against them? Will she be be able to forgive Asher's family and accept her growing feelings for him, or will the wounds of the past and the machinations of those around them tear them apart?
Oghogho_Murphy · 2K Views

EXPIRED WISH

"Yet, beneath the surface, the atmosphere buzzed with curiosity and mischief, especially with the arrival of the new student. As I stepped into the room, an unsettling silence descended upon the class. Not that I was surprised, it always happened. Silence was my domain. I thrived in it. The stillness, the absence of sound, felt like home. It was where I belonged, where I could let the emptiness within me expand and consume. Actually I loved it. Silence wasn't just my preference.. it's a necessity. It's where I liked to dwell it's where everything turns black and you'll just drench in it and fill my empty void of darkness, to please my hungry sides and calm my spirits, to veil the memories i couldn't erase. I've always been left in the dark in every area and rather than being lost in it. I find peace, everything went dark when my Mother's death occurred, when my innocence was ruined and forgotten, when my dad abandoned me to life, i gave up all of it. The world has taken everything from me, I was the definition of empty valuless barrel and in return I had taken my darkness as my solace, I had embraced it and let it sleep in every corner of my existence, i chose a new part to make everyone pay, to gracefully take what's not mine, to mark it, claim it, to take joy, hopes and liv----- "Class, please welcome Alaric Damian. He'll be joining us and studying with you all from today." a voice echoed beside me. +_+ What was that? I reached out and grabbed a glowing diamond amulet, its brilliance cutting through the darkness of the mysterious room I suddenly found myself in. As my fingers closed around it, the ground beneath me began to crack and crumble. Before I could react, the entire room collapsed into nothingness. Now, I was standing on the edge of an impossibly large staircase suspended in the clouds. I could barely tell up from down, the fog around me so dense it was disorienting. But as I looked ahead, my eyes caught something: the stairs behind me disappeared with each step I took forward. There was no going back. +_+ "You're interesting.., you talk a lot for someone ....your size... but at least you.... smell nice," he remarked. I blinked, unsure how to respond. He was showing no expression or emotions...what kind of being is this..why would you just say that out of the blue. "What!?" I gawked at him, my mind struggling to process whether it was an insult or a compliment.... +_+ Two different worlds collide; Will it destroy or become one?.... will it be advantageous or disadvantageous?.... Will there be peace or war?... Two side are missing!.... Is it really meant to be?... Don't leave your curiosity hanging, and drench in the chapters with me...
Eva_line · 3.8K Views

The Omnistore System

Discord link :-https://discord.gg/VYpeADXd38 join for character artworks *ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear. "Hello..." he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth. "Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?" a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab. The boy, referred to as the "Pissed-up Prat" by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, "Who is this?" "What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!" the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent. The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked. As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state. The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine. Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, "Whose shop is this?" In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind. [The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]
J_a_zzy · 2.1M Views
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