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Mad Eyes Identity V

Hidden Identity, Unveiled Love

"HER SECRET IS A KEY FOR HIM." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She's hiding her identity, and he's finding his parents. She's a spy, and he's a business tycoon. How did they meet? What happened to them after their first meeting? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Ann is alive, Granny!" John exclaimed, embracing his grandmother with a surge of joy that filled the room with warmth. John squeezed Granny Ria tightly, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing around him. Tears glistened in her eyes as she clung to him, grappling with the weight of a truth she could scarcely bear to share. 'How can I possibly tell you, John?' Granny Ria worried silently. As John released his grandmother, his gaze darted to the living room, where two faces he recognized yet barely recognized stared back at him. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he contemplated the tension in the air. Memories flooded back—joyful teenage years brimming with laughter and love from his parents. But now, the happiness he once knew was eclipsed by a tightly clenched fist, his knuckles pale and tense. He turned sharply to Granny Ria, a fierce determination in his eyes. "Why are they here? I told you, Granny, I don’t want to see them!" he demanded, his voice echoing with unresolved pain. Granny Ria raised a hand, yearning to comfort her grandson, but he recoiled, knowing her allegiance would tilt towards her son and his wife. "Why the hell have you come back? You always show up right as I find my happiness! Just leave me alone!" John shouted, anger seeping from every word. His mother's eyes glistened with unspoken sorrow as she longed to reach out to him, to embrace him before he could push her away again, fearing he would reject her for the fact she sat in a wheelchair. With a heavy step, John’s father rose from the sofa and approached his son, who had shut his eyes tightly, emotion crashing over him like a wave. In a moment that evoked both fear and tenderness, John’s father enveloped him in a fierce hug. John, overwhelmed by the tidal wave of emotion, broke down, sobs pouring out like the rush of a storm. For the first time in years, he cried like a child, his father’s hand soothingly rubbing his back, a faint hope kindling in their shared moment. The day stretched endlessly for the Evans family, heavy with unspoken words and fractured bonds. After what felt like an eternity of tears, John blinked away the remnants of his grief and turned to his father, desperation in his voice. “Ann?” His father met his gaze, flooded with helplessness and compassion. Frozen in place, John surveyed the people who surrounded him—his father, mother, and beloved grandmother. Words escaped him as he turned and walked away, each step echoing the weight of his heart. The air hung thick with unspoken truths, and the night was just beginning. Stay tuned to know what happens next. ~~~~~~~~~~~•••••••••••••~~~~~~~~~~~~ MY OTHER BOOKS:- ~ Loving You With Everything I Have ~ Queen Of Darkness ~~~~~~~~~~~•••••••••••••~~~~~~~~~~~~
_hazel_black · 33.7K Views

Mated to the Mad Lord

#Rated 18-Mature Themes Violet’s life was never her own—her father’s crushing debt made sure of that. But when the debt collector kidnaps her as payment, she takes a desperate deal: become a servant and spy on the mysterious and tyrannical Lord Cain, the ruler of her Werewolf district. There’s just one catch: Lord Cain only permits male servants in his house. Disguised as a boy, Violet cuts her hair, flattens her chest, and dons a voice-altering band to pull off the deception. Everything goes according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold personality starts to take a peculiar interest in her. Violet’s disguise becomes a prison as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath his icy gaze lies a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse. A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch. ************* "TAKE IT OFF!" Violet’s knees nearly buckled at the thunderous command, her chest tightening with panic. The raw anger in Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade. "My lord! I-I’m a man!" she stammered, gripping her shirt tightly, her fingers trembling as they clung to the fabric. "I don't like other men!" she cried, a desperate plea in her voice since the second she took her shirt off and he discovered that she was a woman was the moment she died. Painfully. Cain’s glare was unyielding, his voice dropping into a growl. "Don’t insult me, You think I do. You kissed me!" Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "If you don’t take it off," he said, his tone low and dangerous, "I’ll rip it off myself." Violet’s mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t let him find out—he’d kill her. Painfully. Glancing away to avoid his gaze when she caught the undeniable bulge in his trousers. Heat flushed her face, her thoughts spinning in desperation at the only idea she could think of to make him back off. 'This has to work. It has to…’
Colorful_madness · 336.5K Views

The Eyes of Laceration

“Kuha!” I gasped and backed away, plunging out my lance out of ‘Amaranth’s’ chest. Blood seeped out of my mouth in quite literally deathly amounts. But I did not waver, I might be close to dying, my body is collapsing, but my will isn’t. “Major… no, Kiera.” I spoke, although barely. “Always remember; there are no victors in war, only survivors with scars.” My knees buckled, and I fell to one. “Also, write it on my tombstone: …” I struggled and stood back up again. Coughing up blood, I glared unto the now heavily injured Omega class with hate so pure, passion instilled, and commitment to burn. “… on the day of December 31st, year 2060, Harbinger of Humanity’s Ordinance, died with badassery, slaying a god.” For a good 5 seconds, I was met with silence before I received an answer. “…Alright. I will make sure. Now go and kick its ass.” A deep sigh resounded in my ears. I smirked, for one final attack, I let my Exsia run rampant and uncontrolled. Amaranth glared at me with contempt as it also began to prepare its final attack. “Arrogant human, I admit that you posses sufficient might to harm me. But you fall short from killing me, feel the wrath of heaven, be torn asunder repeatedly again!” A giant sword of pure crimson energy appeared behind it as I felt the Exsia fluctuations from it. Again, white flames burst out from my frame, burning to its brightest state. “A star is most brilliant before its death, heaven may fall, but I stand tall: BERNSTEIN!!!” I shouted, as I lunged forward unto the devastating attack in front of me, capable of leveling entire countries, but my attack did not waver and a bright white light engulfed my vision, taking me into its embrace. Then I heard a gentle whispering voice. [What would you wish for if you could live your life again?]
Nakamura_Shun · 3.7K Views
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