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Bella James

NIGHTS OF HALLOW

~•No Escape•~ "Are you running away from me, my sweet girl" spoke a voice in the hallway that made her stop in her tracks. The hallway had turned dark with only the wall lamps that burned brightly casting the shadow of the man on the floor as he slowly emerged from the other end. "What are you doing here, your majesty," She said and bowed immediately as she saw him approach her with slow but steady steps. "You haven't answered me, sweet" The man said with a sweet smile that made her wary and he heard the way her heart skipped a beat. He stood before her and used his index finger to raise her chin. He tilted his head as he gazed into her green eyes that looked back at him with fear. He took a step forward closing the distance between them and his eyes narrowed when she took a step back, but that didn't stop him from cornering her. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He continued to question and she didn't miss the mockery behind his words. "I…I" she felt her words tied to her tongue because of the man's daunting aura. She felt him trace her forehead with his finger down to her jaw. He continued moving his hand down to her neck and to the top of her swell and her thudding heart hitched when his hand continued to stay there. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He bent towards her as he spoke. His breath fell on her neck which sent a jolt that traveled down her body. "I told you, you're tied to me and me to you" _______________________ Perdita Kartar was a winsome yet strange young lady. She had an appealing beauty with her green eyes that invoked and impelled anyone who gazed into them. She had fooled her villagers so she could live and protect herself and her remaining family from the night creatures and also humans. But what was bizarre of all, was that Perdita had a secret she shared with no one. She had lived in the village since she was little, and over the years, she had been discreet with each move she made. Unfortunately, things didn't go as she planned. Despite her cautious decorum and fight to stay out of sight, a pair of glacial red eyes falls on her, which followed and refused to leave her out of sight.
Amzy_Bella · 1M Views

SHADOWS OF THE HEART

The shadows lurked, its whispers a fearful caress to the heart. A word of it begot omen and doom is the person who sees it. The world was evolving, creatures emerging and some going instinct, but one rule remained among the humans, "BEWARE OF THE NIGHT CREATURES." Ophelia, tossed and turned by the cruel wind and unfortunate side of the world found herself embracing the very shadow that was feared by many. The shadow which always haunted her. Not only was she haunted, but she was also the reason the shadow lurked. Its darkness deftly intertwined with the course of her life, bringing to light secrets locked away in the abyss. Secrets which led her to the arms of the one whose statements remained of evil. Rumors of her prevailed, each one more abhorrent than the other. While most of the rumors were false, there were specks of truth in them. However, in the dance of darkness, its drums beaten by the shadows, everything and every danger she faced culminated on the day she was bitten by the very creature humans termed evil and vile. She was his pawn, his amusement to be poked, his first bite. Her blood the first to ink his fangs, had unbeknownst to him formed a forbidden and sacred bond that could not be severed unless she died. Gone from his play toy to the number one on his kill list, Ophelia found herself confronting dangers that she, no matter how hard she tried, could never win against. When the game of chase and death slowly evolves into an unspoken spark-like trail of shadows weaving in the hearts of the predator and the prey, Ophelia is conflicted about the path to follow. The path to toss the dangers aside and embrace the whispers of her heart— or, the path to heed the warnings of her heart and run further from her predator. Unfortunately, in the dance of the cruel hand of fate, whichever way she took, he was always there like a shadow ready to entrap her. SHE WAS HIS FIRST BITE AND HE WAS HER SHADOW.
Amzy_Bella · 7.9K Views

Raising Whole

Raising Whole is a soul-stirring guide to parenting rooted in the deep wisdom of African traditions, especially the Igbo culture, and laced with the tenderness of personal experience. In a world where children are often taught how to succeed but not how to feel safe, loved, and understood, this book is a clarion call to parents, guardians, and caregivers to return to the heart of raising emotionally grounded, confident, and whole children. Through powerful storytelling, African proverbs, and practical insights, Raising Whole explores the essential roles parents play in nurturing trust, love, emotional intelligence, and character in their children. Drawing richly from the author’s own journey, raised by his grandmother in an African village, the book weaves ancestral wisdom with modern parenting truths to help readers reconnect with what truly matters in raising the next generation. Each chapter offers tools for building deeper parent-child relationships, healing generational gaps, and creating homes where children grow not just academically or materially, but emotionally and spiritually. From the power of presence and affirming words to the beauty of boundaries and shared values, Raising Whole teaches that wholeness begins at home. This book is not a set of rules, it is an embrace. A warm reminder that "nwa bu nwa ora" (a child belongs to everyone), and in raising children with intentional love, we also raise families, communities, and nations. Whether you're a new parent, a teacher, a grandparent, or someone seeking to heal your own inner child, Raising Whole will move you, equip you, and remind you of the sacred call to raise children with heart and soul
james_rita · 9.9K Views

Heir of the Hollow Flame

He died alone, nameless and unmissed — a brilliant, unfeeling soul obsessed with nature’s savagery and the thrill of survival. To most, he was a recluse. To some, a monster. But death was not the end. It was an Beginning. Reincarnated in a new world of elemental spirits, ancient races, and fractured kingdoms, he awakens in a shattered body—broken, and barely alive—amid the burning ruins of Bellreach, a city annihilated by the clash of two unknown entities. The former soul of this body is gone, died screaming as his town turned to ruins. But the one who inherits it is something else entirely. Armed with a ruthless mind and a hunger for understanding the new world’s creatures—be they spirit, beast, or human—he begins to rise. As nobles scheme, armies mobilize, and monsters walk among men, Drevan moves in silence—charming, dissecting, manipulating. For him, emotions are tools, power is prey, and the world is a living puzzle waiting to be solved. What they see as a disaster, he sees as opportunity. What others mourn, he studies. What others fear, he seeks. But he would find out that nothing is free and coincidence is the word for ignorant. Something watches. Something waits. And in exchange for this second life, a bargain unspoken begins to unfold—one that binds him to powers older than the stars, and a role in a conflict that will determine the fate of realms. Driven not by revenge or justice, but by curiosity, hunger, and freedom, he walks the line between man and monster. He did not ask for destiny. But destiny asked for him.
James_Riverette · 3.4K Views
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