Eleina Keyes

"I married you," He whispers and nuzzles into my neck, "No one has the right to insult or humiliate the woman I chose to be my wife..." "Even if she cannot wait for your throne built on bones to crumble down?" I retorted sharply and tore my gaze from the body lying inches away from us. "Even if she is about to shove a dagger in my heart." My eyes widen and the dagger within my grasp collides with the ground. George grins. ----- Anastasia is betrothed to the King of Keyes in her sister’s place from one day to the next, and she may not know a lot about life, but she knows she does not want to be a wife - much less a Queen in waiting. And not to the man who murdered her father in cold blood. She is set to make him pay for everything, watch his castle of blood crumble down, and enjoy it all while she's at it; but it's a good thing all he wants is to take her heart and then take her to bed.

Aidan Keyes was used to reincarceration but he was not prepared for this one. Turned into a beast, hunted my Tamers and abandoned by the System. With only his Tamer and his wits how will this beast prove he isn't just an abnormal treasure to be eaten.

Keyes Doyle awoke from his hangover to find his boring life had been obliterated overnight. Now, the game he had spent a decade of his deadbeat life obsessing over had somehow combined with reality. It's the miracle he's been waiting for, with his experience and skills he should be able to reach the top in no time!! ...Or so he thought. Turns out, the game has a mind of its own. Whatever the system decides is final, and the system has decided to make Keyes a healer. Not his level 141 mage character with five complete spell books, but a support type starting over from scratch. He'll just have to beat the system at it's own game- after he figures out how to activate his mage profile, of course.

[Warning: Strong language used and slightly graphic scenes depicted] Shrentor Keyes, wanderer, freelancer, skilled combatant. He travels the known universe seeking out useful allies, powerful weapons, and the truth of his ever so cleverly named Federation. The overarching governmental body controlling most of the colonized universe. In his space faring battle ridden quest he will face fear, loss, hardship, and painful dilemmas. Read on to embark on a twisted journey of fantastical combat, wonderful planets and species, and the adventure of a lifetime.

"From the moment I first met you, I knew you were the one, you deserve the crown far more than I, that's why I feel saddened by leaving you and this world, as I will never get to watch you become the woman I know and so dearly love"  From the start Keye knew there was something wrong about her and her world and the secrets that were kept from her, but she had never been so unprepared to learn how desperate people truly were to uncover those secrets.  As a slave her life is hard but she finds comfort in a friend, but when they escape their camp, she is soon to learn how different the world truly is.

"Que résonnent les rires des enfants héritiers, Dans les jardins où les fleurs murmurent des prières, Les Selimniaster, gardiens de l'Athulan éternelle, Perpétuent le lien éthéré qui les appelle" C'est dans l'ombre d'un monde fantasy futuriste, qu'Eleina Selimniaster parviens à sortir de prison. Entre surprise et questionnement, le retour aux origines s'impose, et elle s'apercevra que beaucoup de choses ont changés pendant son absence. Eleina prend conscience que son rôle revêt une importance cruciale aux côtés de compagnons de route, dans une tentative désespérée d'éviter une répétition de la catastrophe connue sous le nom de Celesticide. ~Histoire d'un ancien et nouveau monde~ Tout au long de son périple, l'héroïne croise des amis et des ennemis, explorant des vestiges de "l'avant" tout en traversant des cités d'une technologie avancée. Diverses races et civilisations s'entremêlent à une faune et flore nouvelle, offrant une toile complexe à travers laquelle se déroule une exploration captivante de paysages inédits. ~La Ballade des Selimniaster~ L'héroïne fait face au retour dans sa famille, un rétablissement de liens avec ses origines qui réserve de nombreuses surprises. Le rôle de la déesse familiale, Athulan, se dessine également dans le sombre avenir du monde.

Maple willow is doing her best at just existing , dogging around doing her job at a mental health clinic and coming to terms with her own miseries. Kim Tae Jun is a part of a three member , Korean boy band called THE SURRVIVORS . handsome, attractive, well mannered , this man is every girl’s cherry on top. his idol career is at its best . Read to know what happens when tae jun gets into trouble while touring Canada and meets maple. Their paths collide with jumble of twisted events. Was it fate’s intention all along ??. How will tae jun react to his maple’s dark secrets. Will her past drift them apart? Or perhaps closer? For him, her presence was like a poem that just made sense. even the trees were sighed when she past by . Me ? . I am just a human. "Catch me if you can" , I said taking a few steps back, wiggling the metal keye and I took one back. He took another towards me and I took one back. He took one more back and reached for the keys which were in ms in my hands. The fading sunlight illuminated the sky and made the scene more pleasent than ever. Liam started slowly taking steps towards me and I took steps back away from his reach. He took one towards my hands above my head, and to my surprise I couldn't take a step back.i was greeted by a couple of broad shoulders. Realizing I had bumped into a wall of some kind I looked up to find a masked face, through which beauty was spilling and struggling to find a way out. The moment I saw those eyes, flash backs of last night's incident came bunjee jumping.They glowed like a firefly. In a span of seconds every thing disappeared. I could hear faded faint noises of the busy city as my brain was deeply distracted in those ocean eyes.they were like a nineteenth floor view, too sacred. I felt myself drowning in them. Yet I was pulled ashore too quickly by a familiar voice. * * *