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Marc Silvestri

Quiero ser un solitario, pero la gente sigue sin dejarme

Aaron Eiche era un joven prometedor, un talentoso jugador de baloncesto y una figura popular en su escuela. Sin embargo, su vida dio un giro inesperado cuando un accidente durante un partido lo marcó para siempre. Catalogado como un "asesino" por sus compañeros y hasta por su propia familia, Aaron se hunde en una profunda soledad, alejándose de todos los que alguna vez significaron algo para él. Un año después, Aaron es obligado a volver a la escuela, donde deberá enfrentar no solo su propio trauma, sino también los fantasmas del pasado que amenazan con perseguirlo. Mientras lucha por construir relaciones sinceras y superar el estigma que lo rodea, viejas amistades resurgen y nuevos desafíos se presentan. Entre ellos está Violeta, su amiga de la infancia que busca enmendar su error de haberse distanciado en su momento de necesidad; Oliver, su leal amigo que nunca lo abandonó y guarda un secreto que desea compartir; y Jazmín, una chica popular que, bajo la presión de su madre manipuladora, se acerca a Aaron con intenciones ocultas, pero termina descubriendo sentimientos genuinos por él. Mientras Aaron navega por este nuevo capítulo de su vida, se encontrará con Iris, una antigua conocida que también tiene su propia historia de arrepentimiento y redención. Juntos, intentarán desentrañar los hilos de un pasado que los ha marcado a ambos, y Aaron descubrirá si es posible dejar atrás sus miedos para recuperar lo que una vez fue suyo: su vida, su pasión por el baloncesto y, quizás, la posibilidad de amar de nuevo. Pero no será fácil. Con enemigos en las sombras y un trauma que sigue vivo en su corazón, Aaron deberá decidir si puede perdonarse a sí mismo y encontrar su lugar en un mundo que lo ha etiquetado como un monstruo. ¿Podrá Aaron superar los desafíos que le impone la vida y reescribir su destino, o estará condenado a vivir bajo la sombra de su pasado?
Antoniorodo · 1.6K Views

The Tyrant's Pet

Aries Aime Heathcliffe. A princess from the small kingdom of Rikhill was loved by all. With her beauty that was enchantingly demure and a wise mind, she had caught a lot of attention and captured the hearts of many. One of them was the dashing crown prince of the Maganti Empire. Overcome by the desire to have her and his interest in the land of the small kingdom, the crown prince of the said empire would stop at nothing. The knights from the Maganti Empire marched across the masses and seized the four-hundred-year-old kingdom of Rikhill. The kingdom of Rikhill fell into ruin overnight. The crown prince left no members of the royal family alive aside from his war trophy, Aries. After suffering in his hands, Aries found the perfect chance to escape. That was when he took her to the world summit. A gathering of each sovereign from each kingdom and empire for peace talks. There, she met the emperor of Haimirich, Eustass Silvestri Abel Bloodworth. Overwhelm by desperation, Aries begged him to take her in. It was too late when she realized that the man she asked for help was far more cruel, twisted, and downright diabolical than the crown prince for taking her as his… pet! EXCERPT: With a pair of crimson eyes hovering over her, Aries held her breath. When the corner of his lips curled up devilishly, she couldn’t react fast as he swiftly flipped their position. She only realized it when she was saddling him, gazing down at Abel, wide-eyed. “No one is above me in this empire and even out — not even the law, but look at you,” he intoned with a devilish smirk. “Staring down on me… so daunting.” Aries bit her lip, planting her palm on her inked chest. “Your Majesty…” “Do you now understand the power you hold, darling?” Abel carefully wrapped his fingers around her wrist, chuffed by her reaction. “Only you, Aries, may go above me and the only person in this world who can look down on me. No one else.” He raised an arm and ran his fingers through the side of her hair, settling his palm on the back of her head before he pulled her down until her face was a palm length away from him. “You better use this at your own disposal,” he whispered, tilting his head as he lifted it up to claim what’s his. HER. Meet Eustass Silvestri Abel Bloodworth, the sadistic tyrant, who reigned an empire with an iron fist. With his pet, Aries’ increasing presence in his boring, dark life, he was set to kill her. But alas, every time he thought of taking her life, he finds himself changing his mind. The more he kept her by his side, the more it got harder to dispose of her. And the more he yearned for something deeper and darker... it was driving him insane. With a secret he was keeping from her, what would Abel do if Aries found out about the rotting truth behind the empire and the emperor? Would he kill her? Or kiss her? Perhaps cage her? And if she found out that Abel wasn’t just a normal human, would she try to escape? Or would she accept that he wasn’t just a demon incarnate? In a complicated world that tainted them black, was love even possible to bloom between a pet and her master? Watch as these two play the dangerous and insane game of love and lust. Who would be the master and the pet? Who was the prey? Read to find out more. --------- Original Story by: alienfrommars FOLLOW ME ON INSTAGRAM for original character arts: @authoralienfrommars Discord server: https://discord.gg/tbS4rKec3e Disclaimer: Cover not mine. Got it from Pinterest. Credits to the artist.
alienfrommars · 2.5M Views

Dream Of Her At Night

Marc Anthony once said, I only feel alive when I dream at night, even though she's not real it's all right. This was the tragic life of Zeno Silvestri. After losing his wife Dan-a Silvestri his world crumbled to the ground, he drowned himself in a pit of misery and drinks and spent most of his nights with any living woman who was willing to give herself. Trying to find the slightest feel he got from her in every woman he was with. But no one was like her, no one smelt or sounded like her, no one tasted or kissed him like her, no one made him shudder without even touching him the way she did. All he could do to keep himself sane was to drown himself in more drinks and fall asleep. At least there in his dreams, it was a fantasy land. Although his real life was a mess without her, his dreamland was perfection. She was always there waiting for him. He knew his dreams were nothing but dreams, but it was alright for him, he got to hold and touch her there, so all he wished to do was fall asleep so he could be in her arms once again. "No one can ever be like her." He had said. "No one would ever make me feel the way she made me feel." And even if there ever was someone, he'd never let her get close to him again. For he was poisonous. But then she came along, she'd always been there, but this time she says... "You're poisonous, and I'm venomous. It's perfect." "It's not perfect... We'll both get hurt." He said "No, we'll just burn, and heal... Perfectly" IN this tragic life of Zeno, will he ever learn to really let go of his past, and open a new door to new fantasies?? A story that tells of the joy in finding love, and the pain of losing love and the process of learning to heal, and the ecstasy that comes with finding love again. The setting is based in Italy, so a few words, like some curse words, or exclamations are in Italian. Follow on Instagram @queenanovels08
_Queen_A · 64.3K Views

All A Witch Wants

Daily Updates coming from April 1st-April 30th ••••••••••    "There are two kinds of students at this facility; the ones who are unable to control their powers, and those who are pure evil. Which are you?"     "I don't know yet." ༺•༻ One mistake and your life comes crashing down. Fiona was on her way to the Paris Fashion Week before that one incident. Now, she's being held hostage in the Migdon Rehabilitation Center for Disturbed Young Supernaturals (MARC) —the school for the crazies. More than anything, she is sure she is not supposed to be here. She is a talented teenager who has her sight set on becoming a successful fashion designer. But she has to convince the MARC staff board of the same. That proves difficult, as nothing is going her way. Her romantic life, involving a particular playboy/werewolf and loner/dark elf, is turning into a hot mess. There's also the Zarnian Coven, a notorious black magic cult, which has its eyes set on her. And last but not least —the mysterious face she keeps seeing. Whenever it appears, she loses all control and morphs into the force of destruction MARC believes her to be. All Fiona wants... She doesn't know what she wants anymore. •••••••••• EXTRACT 1 Calmly, the boy got out of the window, his expression blank. He took his sweet time to walk to the girl, his hands in his pockets and his attention focused on her. Stopping only inches from her, he looked down at her, finally letting his fury show. Up close, Fiona realized the elf was very good-looking. He was also tall, her head barely reaching his shoulders. His frame was a bit lanky, but broad-shouldered. Their proximity was making her heart race. His eyes bored into hers, scarring her soul. In the moment, she had let her tray fall, but took no notice of it.     "If you feel someone is out to kill you, that is none of my business." He said, his entrancing bass voice a little above a whisper. "Now. Leave." EXTRACT 2 Cain studied the human girl before him. He'd heard the new student was a feisty one, but no one had told him she was pretty. She didn't have the kind of beauty that stopped you in your tracks, but one that grew lovelier the longer you looked. Her skin was dark and her hair, even darker. Captivating black eyes made it easy for one to loose oneself in them. Then there was the sexy attire she had on. Cain found himself bearing the strong urge to kiss her attractive plump lips. The new look on the president's face startled Fiona. His eyes had darkened and the smile on his face had been wiped off. Slowly, he lowered his head. Fiona's eyes widened, her legs weakened. All this while, her heart had been behaving abnormally, but now, it seemed to constrict, narrowing in her chest. Fiona thought again. It couldn't be a reaction to the werewolf. This sensation was painful. Every heartbeat brought on an intense sting that wounded her nerves. Rapidly, Fiona's vision began to blur, till all was black.  •••••••••• All A Witch Wants!!!
dugo_reyn · 15K Views
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