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On the day of her wedding in the 11th century, Princess Elysia's world shatters. Her family is slaughtered, her marriage left incomplete, and a hidden power she never knew she possessed is unleashed—teleporting her 1,000 years into the future. Now stranded in the 21st century, Elysia must navigate a world of towering skyscrapers and dangerous shadows. Hunted by mysterious enemies, she has no idea why they want her dead. Her only constant is the strange red thread connecting her to Derek Park—a ruthless businessman with a dark reputation. Their encounters are electric, charged with tension and unspoken emotions. Each time Elysia is teleported to Derek’s side, she’s met with his cold fury and magnetic pull. As danger closes in, their connection deepens, revealing secrets that could unravel both their pasts and futures. Elysia is determined to uncover the truth: - Why was she transported through time? - What does the red thread binding her to Derek truly mean? - And can she save both herself and the man who may hold the key to her destiny? In a race against time, Elysia and Derek must confront their entwined fates, face an ancient enemy, and uncover the truth about their timeless bond. "Through Time and Space: Entangled by the Red Thread" is a story of love, loss, and courage—a tale where time itself bends for two souls destined to defy fate. -------------- Excerpt In the dim light of the bathroom, Derek’s fury boils over as he grabs Elysia by the neck, his voice a low growl. “Who are you?” Her emerald green eyes meet his dark, unrelenting gaze, and for a moment, the world seems to stop. ------ Years later She blinks in shock, suddenly finding herself teleported and straddling his lap. Her voice trembles, “W-What? How… did I end up here?” She curses inwardly. Great. Just great. Damn my powers. Derek’s devilish smile sends a shiver down her spine. “Hi, baby,” his hands lingering on her waist. She tries to pull away, cheeks flushing. “Uh…bye, baby. Wrong place. Really wrong place.” No, sweetheart," Derek's tone shifts, low and sultry. "You’re exactly where you belong. I’ve missed you." Elysia’s whisper, "I didn’t… uh, I mean… hmm." Derek leans in, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "Don’t worry, love. I’ll make sure you miss me." His lips claim hers in a kiss that burns with intense desire.

Ein was a hitman on hire. A killer, a shadow, a death with insomnia, if you may. He had witnessed countless pairs of eyes dim as the light of life faded, leaving nothing but vile hollowness. Needless to say, the sight of a soul popping out of the dead body was a first. And it wasn't just any soul. It was the dead heir of Byers Holdings, the same guy he killed with his own hands. Turns out the rich boy Adriel had a horribly irritating and loud soul, but worst of it all - impossible to get rid of. Who would have thought that killing on a blue moon night could lead to being haunted?

The first star that passed away extinguished two thousand years ago. Four hundred years later, the mysterious Calamity of Heavenly Fall destroyed the civilization of the previous era, returning thriving cultures to ignorance. Since then, stars gradually vanished, the Firmament grew dark and dim, and a new civilization rose from the starless wilderness, flourishing once more. Yet, what accompanied this were war, death, destruction, and hatred. The flames once aimed at the Firmament were used to slaughter the people of enemy nations, and the raining clouds once engineered to alter deserts were turned into floods that engulfed the land. Humans once again began to kill each other for wealth and power... but no one looked up at the sky. They lost the Guidance of the stars Above the Sky, forgetting the awe of gazing upon the Milky Way. They were all prisoners. One thousand six hundred years after the Calamity of Heavenly Fall, a young child awakened memories of his past life. He wanted to break the Cage, to throw off the shackles. He wanted to become a star. To return to Above the Sky. "I don't care about how the people of this world live, whether they're well-fed or not, whether they can dress warmly or live comfortably, whether they have dreams or hopes. I don't care about their loves and hates." "I just want to go Above the Sky." ——Ian.

The Scent of Death is a haunting tale of surrender, dominance, and the unnerving dance between hope and oblivion. In the suffocating monotony of his life, he had become nothing more than a specter-breathing, moving, but no longer living. One rain-soaked evening, everything changes. Under the dim, shivering glow of a streetlamp, he encounters her. A woman who exudes an aura of unsettling allure and whose presence whispers of endings. From the moment their eyes meet, he's ensnared by the silent command in her gaze-a gaze that reeks of death and promises something unknown. With a smile that hints at dominion and secrets, she steps into his life with an uncanny ease, shaking loose memories he had buried and truths he dared not confront. The more time he spends in her shadow, the more the deep, dark secrets within him begin to unravel-memories of failures, betrayals, and a gnawing guilt that had turned him into the ghost he is.

Over 100,000 years ago, Earth was destroyed in a cataclysmic event known as the Stellar Severance. The collapse of an entire sector of reality tore open fractures across the galaxy, unleashing a mysterious energy called Aether that reshaped the evolution of all life it touched. Stars dimmed, civilizations crumbled, and factions emerged from the chaos, each vying for control of the galaxy’s remaining colonies and resources. In this transformed world, Samuel Solis—heir to the noble House of Solis—discovers that his genes have mutated in ways no one anticipated, granting him rare, mystic abilities. As Samuel learns to wield the strange power of Aether, he is drawn into a cosmic struggle where the future of his house and his own survival hang in the balance.

Ethan, a college student struggling to make ends meet. He found solace in the familiar routines of campus life, but beneath the surface, a restless energy simmered within him, a yearning for something more. He felt a tug towards the hidden corners of the city, the places where shadows danced and secrets whispered in the wind. One night, drawn by an inexplicable urge, he found himself venturing into a dimly lit alleyway, a place most people avoided. It was there, amid the dim lights and silence that clung to the air like a shroud, that he stumbled upon a gruesome discovery. A murder. As Ethan approached, a chill ran down his spine. The victim’s eyes, wide with terror even in death, stared back at him, their gaze filled with a spectral intensity. This was no ordinary murder. This was a doorway into a world Ethan never knew existed, a world where shadows held power and the dead could whisper their secrets.

It all started with a deed to a mansion; Crimson Estate. ————————————————// “W-Who are you?" Anya stammered with fear at the three men before her The man in the center stepped forward. “Welcome home, Anya," he said with a deep voice. Her legs felt like they might give out beneath her. She had no idea who these men were, but one thing was clear—they had been expecting her. And they were anything but normal. They looked like they were in their late twenties, with glowing red irises that terrified her. The one in the center, Kai, a tall man with jet-black hair and an authoritative presence narrowed his eyes at her. "Quit being afraid," he ordered. "Hearing your heart race like that is distracting." Anya couldn't speak, couldn't even think clearly. Fear gripped her so tightly she felt she might pass out—or worse, embarrass herself by peeing her pants. Damien, another wet-like black-haired man with a mysterious, almost disarming charm, took a step toward her. "Easy," he said gently, reaching out as if to calm her. But as his hand moved closer, Anya jerked away, her foot catching on the rug beneath her. She tripped and fell hard to the floor. "Look," Zephyr, the third man—ginger-haired and softer in appearance—spoke up, his voice was calm and less terrifying. As he crouched slightly, his red eyes dimmed to a more human-like glow. "We're not here to hurt you, Anya." Anya forced herself to speak despite her fear. "How... how can you expect me not to be scared? How can I trust any of you?" Her gaze shifted from one man to the other. “I don't even know who you are, and this house—this house was left by my deceased grandmother to me!" Zephyr chuckled lightly under his breath, but before he could say anything, Kai spoke. "It's been two years since we sent out that envelope. You were meant to come here, and I'm glad you finally did." ——————————————————// Anya always believed she was just an ordinary girl, orphaned and stuck in a mundane life—until her 18th birthday changes everything. A mysterious letter leads her to Crimson Estate, where she meets three hot vampire brothers, each carrying the weight of a deadly prophecy. Anya soon discovers she’s not just human but a Nyx—a powerful being destined to either save or destroy the vampire race. As she navigates her powers, eerie visions of death and fire plague her dreams. With danger closing in and the brothers relying on her to protect the vampire race, Anya must decide: embrace her true nature, or risk losing everything. But with secrets lurking in the shadows, unfinished business and boy drama, one wrong move could set their world ablaze. Can Anya save the vampire race before it’s too late? ###PSA; none of the images I used belongs to me. I got them all from Pinterest and I would take them down if requested by the owners.

An empty, miserable, exciting, transparent life with no goals, dreams, or desires, just simple and calm, but without happiness. Even Sarah is heading towards a dark path towards the gate of death and a fall into a deep and silent abyss, screaming in despair and intense sadness, bitterly seeing the tape of my life pass before me, I refuse to die there. "No... I don't want to die..." "I don't want to die..." "No... No... No... I don't want to die..." "I... I don't want to die like this...!" "One chance..." "One chance...one more chance...just one more chance..." "If I get just one more chance, I will work hard to change it" [Notice!] [You have fulfilled the condition to possess the royal artifacts] [Condition: The strong will of a stubborn soul that refuses to die] [You have earned the right to have another chance at life in exchange for completing the mission: Obtain the throne of sovereignty] [Mission requirements: Three] [First: Reach the highest level of global power] [Second: Subjugate a million women under your sovereignty] [Second: Complete all the system missions] [Do you accept the mission...?] [Yes or no] The eyes of the young man who was looking at the appearance of this dim green window in front of him widened and he heard the echo of a mysterious, extremely beautiful and generous woman's voice in his head as he listened and looked at this window in front of him. Another chance at life. If he could have another chance at life in order to change his life, he would do anything for it. So he thought for a while about that task in front of him and then answered the beautiful woman's voice in his head.

Orphaned in the old world after taking care of his irresponsible and sick mother for years on end, Kyle finds his life turned upside down. His already dim world turns even gloomier and coupled with his trauma from losing her, Kyle felt like he had lost his purpose in life. Living day by day, akin to a soulless puppet, he struggled to keep his suicidal thoughts in check, all whilst trying to make ends meet as a cabbie. During those dark times, Kyle slowly begins to find solace in the world of music and movies. Even though it had always been there, it truly became something as a bloodline of sorts for him because, individually, both pieces of media, transported him to another world, one where he could feel happy, if even for a fleeting moment. And, as if the universe wanted even more for him, Kyle met some lovely old people, all of whom treated him as the son they never had, making him feel like he had a family after so long. This eventually, helped him let go of his trauma and turned him into the lovely soul he was always meant to be. But as fate would have it, these same people, wanted for Kyle to pursue his dreams because they saw the potential for greatness in him and the wonderous things he could go on to do, even if Kyle himself was oblivious to it. So, in an effort to make his dreams come true, they ended up gifting him a brand new chance, one that Kyle himself would only go on to realize after his untimely death in a fatal car accident. Now awake in the new world, still orphaned but with a brighter perspective on life, Kyle, armed with a System, another gift from his loved ones in the previous world, decides to take the chance to pursue his dreams of being a star, one that he was unable to pursue in his previous life due to his lack of talent. This is the story of a man who will go on to become the most versatile and renowned superstar all over the world... and it starts, just as he takes his first step into the cutthroat world of fame and fortune by registering for the popular singing reality TV competition, 'Rising Voices'. Known to be a fiercely competitive TV show, Kyle will meet with top contestants from around the world, go up against them, level up and become better, and ultimately, battle with them for the number one spot in the show as a dark horse! --- |AUTHOR NOTE| Just wanted to make it clear, that the singing competition which will be the first arc of the novel, will end around the late twenty-ish or early thirty-ish chapters. After that, you can expect so much more from the story so look forward to it! Also, although the setting is in a parallel world, all the songs, scripts and movies (although I will draw inspiration here and there), will be originals penned by yours truly (-‿◦).

Adira's chamber, shrouded in dim candlelight, was heavy with anticipation. Her three husbands, each representing a distinct realm, stood before her. # First Husband: Tharros, the Demonic Dragon Tharros towered, his scaled physique rippling beneath his dark, tailored attire. Horns protruded from his forehead, and his eyes burned with fiery intensity. "My queen," he rumbled, "your return signals a new era." # Second Husband: Lyrien, the Incubus Lyrien's chiseled features and piercing emerald eyes exuded seductive charm. His dark wings unfolded, casting shadows on the walls. "We've missed your ... fiery spirit, Adira." # Third Husband: Kaidos, the White Snake Kaidos, coiled beside Adira's throne, raised his serpentine head. His piercing gaze and snowy scales seemed almost ethereal. "Your Majesty's wisdom will guide us through turbulent times." Adira surveyed her husbands, her expression unreadable. "We face numerous challenges. Eastern provinces plagued by demonic uprisings, western trade disputes, and internal power struggles." Tharros growled, "Allow me to quell the eastern rebellions." Lyrien smirked, "And I'll ensure western trade agreements ... come to fruition." Kaidos hissed softly, "Internal balance is crucial. Permit me to navigate court politics."

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As the last of the mist was expelled from her lips the man holding onto her stiffened further. He could only watch on helplessly as her silver eyes that used to glower at him with disdain slowly dim. His hands quiver out of despair and helplessness. "Wang Lan Biyu, keep your eyes on me. Do not fade away yet, do you hear me? I don't permit you to die!" The woman's pale face splashed with bits of blood rose into a weak disdainful smile. "You-*gasp..still want *gasp to act better than me..in the end*cough-" His eyes redden as another splash of red covers her pale lips. "Lan Biyu..." "-Chuanli*cough my guqin from master,...you hold onto it for me...ok?" Her last sentence was a faint weak whisper before her eyes flutter close shaking his heart and rattling his mind. "Lan Biyu!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -Please be civilized and don't steal my cover as your own.

I woke up in a strange world. The first thing I noticed? I wasn’t in my bed. I wasn’t even human anymore. No. Instead, I was... slithering on the ground, my body long and serpentine, glistening in the dim light of the cave around me. I felt the strange sensation of scales on my skin, each one sharp and slick. What, I'm a snake ????

During the Chinese Revolutionary War, A loser named Zihao reincarnated into the body of a loser like him, with the help of a special ability from ice and the crescent Heaven, an existence Heaven in the Fourth dimension, he became the greatest expert on High Masters Universe. "Master Feng! Are you planning to die like me" Zihao asked. "Your Family members are the ones planning to die" Master Feng's face dimmed in anger. "Only a True God like me will save it," God Zihao declared

"Once upon a time..." "There was a young man named Fionn." "He was the king of the Hyperboreans, a civilization that thrived in the distant north of the world, where peace and harmony reigned beneath skies of eternal frost." "One day, during one of his habitual walks beyond the walls of his grand, crystalline castle, Fionn heard a peculiar sound—a sharp squealing that pierced the stillness of the white forest surrounding his domain." "Startled and alert, he gripped the hilt of his regal sword and followed the noise, his boots crunching softly over snow-dusted leaves. As he pushed through the pale foliage, the source of the sound revealed itself—a girl, cornered by a thur." "The creature was monstrous, towering over both the girl and Fionn himself. Its thick, gnarled skin was the color of ash, mottled with scars and patches of coarse, dark hair. A pair of jagged tusks jutted from its wide, snarling mouth, and its eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire. Long, sinewy arms ended in clawed hands that could snap trees like twigs, and its breath came out in ragged, steaming huffs, filling the air with a stench of decay." "The thur growled, advancing on the girl with a lumbering gait, its massive frame causing the ground to tremble faintly beneath its weight. Every instinct in Fionn's body screamed at him to flee, but he stood firm." "Drawing his sword in one fluid motion, the king lunged forward. With a single, decisive strike, he felled the monster, its roar silenced as it collapsed into the snow." "-Are you all right?- Fionn asked, his voice steady but gentle as he turned toward the girl." "But she didn't respond. She didn't even look at him." "Fionn frowned, puzzled by her silence. Perhaps she was too shaken by the attack to speak, he thought. Yet, something else caught his attention—something even more peculiar." "Her skin. It wasn't the pale, snowy white of the Hyperboreans. It was... pink. A soft, warm hue unlike anything he had ever seen." "-Ehm... I know this might sound a little inappropriate, but... where are you from? You don't look like anyone from here,- Fionn ventured cautiously, hoping for a reply. But still, she said nothing." "-Wait!- He suddenly realized, his eyes widening. -Could it be that you don't understand me?-" "If she didn't respond because she didn't know his language, then she couldn't be from Hyperborea—or even anywhere nearby. But where else could she be from? Beyond Hyperborea, there was only the vast, unending sea... wasn't there?" "-Could it be that she's from one of the other Nine Worl—- Fionn's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the girl rose to her feet." "She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate but strange, her expression unreadable. She—Oh!" ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ "Looks like Artair is already asleep..." The mother lowered the book gently, a warm smile on her lips as she gazed at her son's peaceful face. "He must have played a lot today. I usually read him more of the story before he falls asleep..." Leaning over, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little Artair." With a quiet sigh, she tucked the blanket around him even more snugly than before, then rose from the bedside. Extinguishing the torch that lit his room, she left, closing the door behind her with care. In the dim stillness of the house, she paused, looking out through the small window at the darkened village. Her thoughts turned inward as she whispered to herself: "I hope, at least, that you'll be able to live a life free from war..."

She, a modern hidden ghost leader of an organization which gathered insane prodigies proficient in the various differing skill-sets. Highly skilled in medicine and poison, executes covert assassinations, viewed as insane and demonic in the eyes of people of the world. Killed in an accident, and reborn into the body of a disfigured young girl. What? Face disfigured, identity stolen? A return to the family dim and hopeless? Her identity can be given up, her family can be forgone, but as for the one who harmed her predecessor who inhabited this same body, if she didn’t at least make them scream in unimaginable agony and throw them into a state of wretchedness, how could she live up to her demonic reputation? Endless turmoil ensues and it’s a battle to dominate over all! See how she shook the world dressed in a suit of red, her sword up against the dominant powers that rocked the Heavens! Her name spread across the seas, shocking the earth!

What makes a god? Is it their power? Their renown? Or their legacy and the impact they havw on those who follow them? Crimson Shadow is a story about one boy's struggle against the odds and his eventual rise to the peaks beyond human capability. Set in a world where most of the Old Gods are either dead or wounded as a result of a cataclysmic war, the story follows another victim of loss in Akairo Kivuli Kamaitachi. Born only a few years after the Great War which claimed the lives of billions, he must rise from the ashes and desperately cling to his humanity lest his soul be consumed by nihilism. What to expect: ÷ The Protagonist isn't the Hero. He is just another cog in the cycle of sorrow. That said, he will carve a path for himself through the strength in his fists and his will. ÷ Tense and gripping action that will vary from bare knuckle brawls to showdowns that will dim entire clusters of galaxies! ÷ A cast of unique and interesting characters! ÷ Deep and Expansive lore that spans entire galaxies!

A white-haired boy trudged through the blizzard, each step heavy with the weight of a painful, empty life, carrying his unconscious brother in his arms. The cold bit at his skin, threatening to consume them both. Just as his vision blurred with frost and despair, a figure appeared—a man with jet-black hair and a dark blue coat, holding an umbrella that shielded them from the storm. The boy's world dimmed, and he collapsed into the snow.

Theon’s lips curled into a defiant smile, though his heart pounded in his chest. “Perhaps,” he replied. “But I’ve learned that losing everything makes a man impossible to break.” *************** Theon Quintin, the Sun-Kissed Prince, once lived a life of grandeur as the beloved heir to the Quintin Kingdom. With golden hair that shone like sunlight and a smile that captivated all, he was destined for greatness. But everything changed when his darkest secret was revealed. “A prince who cannot uphold the pride of an alpha is no prince of mine,” the king declared. “Leave, and never darken the gates of this castle again.” Banished and disgraced, Theon was cast out into a world that viewed him as an anomaly—an alpha who had conceived a child. In a time when alphas were revered as dominant and unyielding, his existence was seen as a shameful contradiction. Stripped of his title and home, Theon rebuilt himself from nothing. Years passed, and whispers of his brilliance began to spread through the kingdoms. But when his path crosses with that of Skye Romanov, the powerful and enigmatic king of a neighboring land, Theon finds himself drawn into a web of politics, power, and forbidden desire. Skye, the King of Eryndale, is as ruthless as he is magnetic. Known for his mysterious aura and commanding presence, he has no equal. When he catches sight of Theon, their connection is instant—a spark that neither can deny. But as they navigate the treacherous waters of alliances and betrayals, they must confront the forces that seek to tear them apart. In a world where their love is forbidden and their positions make them enemies, can Theon and Skye find a way to defy destiny and claim a love that could reshape kingdoms? Excerpt. “You stand before a king,” Skye murmured, his voice low and steady, carrying the weight of unspoken challenge. “Do you truly believe you have something to offer me?” Theon met his gaze without wavering, his golden hair catching the dim candlelight of the throne room. He was no longer the prince who trembled at the thought of failure; the years had carved resilience into his soul. “I do,” Theon said softly, his voice steady yet filled with quiet conviction. “You may be the king of this land, but even a king needs someone to stand beside him.” Skye tilted his head, a flicker of amusement dancing in his sharp, dark eyes. “And you think you’re that person?” he asked, leaning forward slightly as though daring Theon to falter. “Yes,” Theon replied without hesitation. “Because unlike everyone else, I’m not afraid of the man behind the crown.”

Gods rule over the fundamental creations of life. Lords watch and rule over these Gods’ creations. Phos, the Lord of Light, found himself cornered by a sharpshooter in the dead of the night. This unlikely encounter led to destiny. — The marksman needed to kill a kind, beautiful man. From the photos, his target had crystalline orange eyes and glowing silver hair that cascaded down to the floor in waves. But, as with everything, the real man looked far more lucent and stunning. Like a soft light, like the first glimmer on the ocean’s surface as the Sun arose. Before he could raise his sniper’s rifle to extinguish this ray of light, however, the beautiful target pulled out a pistol and shot him straight in the abdomen. “I hope you don’t die. Good day.” With that, he swiftly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness, his long hair bouncing to his every crisp footstep. Leaving behind the confused marksman, who, dazed, clutched his new wound and slumped to the floor. Later on, the marksman managed to act stupid enough to gain his target’s trust. Showing his true colours, he toyed with a lock of his former victim’s hair, which was as silky and soft as he imagined. He held it to his lips, raised a corner of his black turtleneck to show the bulletwound on his abdomen, and whispered in a deep voice: “This wound, how will you repay it?” The original target, who shined like a dim candlelight under the rays of the moon, stretched up his bound arms to the hitman, brought a gentle hand to his skin, covered the wound… and with an unapologetic, professional business smile, he replied: “I’m sorry, are you really sure you have a scar there? How come I don’t see anything?” The marksman: … It’s because you’re covering it. The man he originally had to kill, who wore white silk pyjamas and a flame-like orange scarf every day and who looked like he could fall over with a slight push from the wind, was actually very resistant—and really, really pissed him off. Cover Art: nonsang_08 Upload Schedule: Every 3 days

In a small town, there were four young boys, only 13-14 years old. One day, on their way home from school, they stumbled upon a strange hole. Driven by curiosity, one of the boys decided to approach the peculiar hole. Not wanting to leave their friend alone, the others decided to move forward together. Suddenly, a dazzling light appeared from the hole, so bright that it blinded them momentarily. As the light started to dim, their curiosity grew, and they reached out to touch the strange hole. As soon as one of them touched it, something unusual happened—he was pulled into the hole. Since they had been friends since childhood, they couldn’t leave one of their own behind. So, the remaining three also touched the hole, and they, too, were pulled inside. They fell, and when they opened their eyes, they found themselves in a strange place, unlike the world they knew.

Life is given for free but happiness comes with a cost that many can't afford to pay. *********** Even with the dark grey clouds that hovered over the vast sky and the dim light provided by the fire torch that was on the verge of being blown off by the wind, he could still see the glimmer in her eyes. The very same glimmer that appeared in those brown eyes everytime she was happy and for some reason, tonight he was unable to resist hir urges to steal a part of her. She was still standing by the door waiting for him to leave but he had not taken more than three steps before he halted and turned. His features were darker in contrast to the white shirt that he wore and the look on his face was a predatory one. Instead of getting scared, she watched him take the three stairs that led to her room's door and he was a few inches away from her, he finally spoke up. "If there is one thing that I hate, it's having regrets and I know that I will regret if I do not do this." A part of her was confused by his words and another part felt like she knew what he meant by those words. Before she even had a chance to contemplate on what he had just said, he leaned closer, curled his index finger on her pointed chin and tilted her in an angle such that she could feel his cold breath on her face that caused a shiver to run down her spine. Like she had been hypnotized, all she could do was to stare in those obsidian eyes that had held her captive. "This is a mistake that I want to commit again and again." His breath fanned on her face and goosebumps formed on her skin. Not because of the wind, but because of the effect he had on her. If it was some time before, she would have probably pushed him away or maybe escaped but as time had passed by, her feelings towards him had changed...

My name is Benita. I beg you, please don’t call my name. I wait in the dim light of my room, haunted by the past I try to forget and a name I wish I’d never hear again. Then he bursts in—a stranger, covered in blood, claiming innocence but hiding unspeakable secrets. My world shatters, darkness closing in around us like a rising tide. Secrets drift in the shadows, the whispers of guilt and loss growing louder, pulling me into a place where trust is deadly and escape is an illusion. My only choice is to run—but what am I running from? And where can I possibly go?

SEA OF TIME BY OMOGHENE MARY. Synopsis It all began from a shopping trip, a series of events changing her life forever. .... She tapped Hannah softly on her back and whispered, "everything will be fine." Saying this she dashed towards the door and ran out. ..... She didn't need anyone to tell her that she's been shot. ..... "Help me, please." She said with an almost inaudible tone and a pleading gaze...... .... He stared at his arm where she grasped tightly, a dim light flickered in his eyes. He looked at her," why should I help you?" He asked with a very cold tone that sent a chill down her spine........ ..... "She's here, is she not?" With a surprised look, "Don't tell me you're going to pick her as the one?" "Time would tell."...... ...... This was her new life. The raindrops fell noisily on the rooftop, Every drop crashing loudly, Forming a sharp contrast To the harmonious soothing melody it created The gusty wind blew harshly against her skin Leaving a lasting cold The gloomy sky recognizes her lonely heart The disturbing sea waves,Reflected her chaotic mind. Fate plays tricks on all of us....... A story of love, hate, revenge, family, loss, trust, perhaps redemption. Follow Casey on her journey as she sails the sea of time....

with a name that belied his true nature , Angell Summer was born deception. Sophisticated and Proper Miracle McCarthy first laid eyes on the sexy Adonis she was thinking he wasn't the ideal man for her... But still yet she needs him to Fool the people of Washington (New York), Angell could teach her how, but what started as simple lesson in etiquette and speech soon become smoldering lessons in love... . . . . . . . . . . . .°°°°°°°. . . . . . . . . . . she felt her nerves melt beneath his touch ,felt the barely concealed longing within her rise up and make her lean onto his hands. His eyes were on her , she could see them despite the dimmed light in the room, it was so dimmed, and they were so alone, in the train suite , the knowledge of such privacy squelched the protesting voice inside her. "What do you want, Mimi?" he asked his voice dusky, his hands hot even through the jacket. she was on the verge of saying it, of asking for what she'd wanted since she'd stepped out on this platform with him, her breath came rapidly , and she parted her lips to speak. "Say it, " he said ,his grips tightened. " you have to say it Mimi ". " Kiss Me, " she said in a hot, hoarse breath. (Racing Hearts) . . Edna_Bruce

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In this present reality where enchantment is bound to the bloodline of a solitary family, Elara Thorne needs just to get away from her predetermination. As the hesitant watchman of the Thorned Crown — an old remnant of untold power — Elara dreams of a day to day existence liberated from obligation, regardless of the ages before her who committed themselves to safeguarding the domain. Yet, as the divine Cover's Blossom draws near, dim powers are attracted to the crown, taking steps to unwind both the realm and its mysteries. Tormented by her family's inheritance, directed by a champion auntie with insider facts of her own, and sought after by a strange sovereign with his own plan, Elara should conclude whether she'll embrace her power — or let the realm tumble to demolish. With partners including her wildly faithful shapeshifter companion and an imperial history specialist, Elara's process will uncover stowed away insights, prohibited wizardry, and the tough ties of devotion. In a test of skill and endurance, Elara should uncover the genuine expense of using the Thorned Crown and face the old soul that exists in. However long the crown stays in her grasp, she should stand up to the dull destiny bound to her blood... or then again risk all that she loves to liberate herself from it.