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Bella And Jasper Twisted Whispers

Whispers from the abyss

(Series canceled; you’ll find a remake on my profile, where I’m fixing the story’s flaws and improving the narrative.) Kaeleen has spent his entire life in the shadows of despair, tormented by his peers, rejected by his own family, and betrayed by those he trusted. His depression drives him to the brink of an irreversible decision: suicide. But when he decides to end his suffering, something unimaginable happens. Instead of finding the end, he is transported to Aether, a world governed by magic, fantastical creatures, and unfathomable mysteries. Aether is a ruthless place, where weakness is tantamount to death. Kaeleen, along with hundreds of young people like him, is forced to participate in a dangerous process to obtain a mana core that will allow him to survive. But the cost is high: the process kills most of the summoned, leaving only a few with the ability to harness the world’s vital energy. As Kaeleen struggles to understand this new world and his own power, he faces a disturbing revelation: he possesses a rare and feared affinity for dark mana. The whispers around him grow louder, and not even Princess Selene can hide her fear in his presence. Even the knight Sir Aldric looks at him with disdain. Why? What secrets does Aether hold, and what does the presence of dark mana in Kaeleen mean? Accompanied by Borik, a man who has seen as much suffering as he has, Kaeleen must decide who to trust as tensions among his new companions rise. Is Kaeleen a threat to this world or its savior? And, most terrifying of all: who is he, really?
Leight_ · 6.1K Views

Twisted Game of Fate

Basil Augustus Hawthrone, the heir of the Hawthrone Agritech. He exhales an air of control and preciseness. His cold appearance makes him seem aloof, as if emotions are useless distraction. With a sharp intellect and a calculating mind, he always measure every decision strictly. His serious nature often frightens those around him, as he rarely smiles or shows warmth, choosing to maintain an atmosphere and distance and authority. The only person that gets to see his weakness is Tatiana, his ex-fiancée for five years, who turned out to be his niece. In order for them to cease to continue the forbidden love they had for each other, he was arranged to marry the stepsister of his ex-fiancée. Seraphine Amara Montgomery, the illegitimate daughter of Silas Montgomery, the founder of MT Enterprises. She is a perfect example of a woman free from all flaws, but beneath her lies a restless soul. She moves through life carelessly, lost in desires and pleasures, unconcerned with the consequences of her actions that is run by a sense of entitlement, coming from a life of privilege, where everything she wants has always been within reach, except for the affection that she longs from her family. Seraphine's polished exterior hides the space left by emotional neglect and isolation, making her reckless in her chase for affection and validation. When both the family of Basil and Tatiana, his ex-fianćee, found out that they are related by blood, the family decided to broke them apart and set up Basil to marry Amara instead, the stepsister of Tatiana who recently got involved in an illegal drug trade managed by one of her friends, Alistair. The father of Tatiana and Amara thought that this idea will bring tranquility in their household, but little does he know that he created another problem that will make the situation of his daughters worst? In a twisted game of fate, the threads of blood and desire will leave them wondering who will ultimately claim their souls.
themisseo · 2.3K Views

Whispers of Hell

Lyraea Pastorio, a diligent student at GranVille University, was poised for success. With plans to take over the reins of her father's business after earning her master's degree, she saw everything falling into place. However, nine months ago, her world began to unravel. Strange occurrences started haunting her. These unsettling events shook her to the core, making her question her sanity. As the incidents grew more frequent and intense, those around her started to withdraw dismissing her experiences as mere figments of her imagination. Isolated and alone, her once bright future now seemed shrouded in darkness. Her spirit crushed under the ceaseless burden of the unexplainable horrors that had invaded her life. Each passing day eroded her hope, reducing her to a mere echo of her former self. The vibrant dreams of her future had withered away, supplanted by a grim resignation to her fateful destiny. Lyraea felt overwhelmed, utterly defeat. What could a mere human do against the unknown terrors? That was until her fate decided to confront her directly. Her spectral tormentor, a twisted echo of the past, stood before her. The haunting presence seemed to whisper tales of forgotten breaths and silenced heartbeats, each word was a chilling caress against her skin. His soulless eyes gleamed with the remnants of life that had once thrived among the living, now morphed into a sinister shadow. That ignited something inside her; a spark of resistance within herself. Lyraea fought with all her might, but there was something missing, something right in front of her but veiled. She could see the fire burning in those eyes, clear in their vengeful intentions, but those gentle whispers told otherwise. His inhuman smile, for sure, promised her destructions yet those cold hands never budged to pull her from abyss. Each of his deceptions was like a shard of glass, fitting seamlessly into the intricate mosaic of the grand puzzle, revealing the hidden picture piece by piece. Still, she couldn’t shake off the feeling that she was being led to her deathbed. His presence was deceptive, never showing the real intentions behind those soulless eyes. The vengeance was palpable, but so was the sense of an impending revelation and the inexplicable force drawing them together., a magnetic pull that defied the logic of their enmity. Lyraea feared that at the end she would be abandoned for his sinister plan, leaving her to face the ultimate doom alone, but carve into his soul were scars that bleed shadows that even the relentless march of time would not be able to erase. In the intricate dance of fate and destiny, life, with its myriad twists and turns, blurred the lines between the puppeteer and the puppet. Each move, each decision, seemed to be guided by unseen hands, yet those very hands were themselves subject to the whims of an even greater force. Everyone played a role, yet no one truly knew the script. The boundaries between control and surrender, action and reaction, were so finely woven that they became indistinguishable. It was a paradox of existence, where the illusion of mastery was as fleeting as the shadows cast by the flickering flame of life. It was impossible to discern who truly holds the strings, and who dances to their unseen tune.
_Zale_ · 6.6K Views
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