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Bella Is The Descendant Of Caius Volturi

Who is the Villain?

[If you are looking for a slow romance, you can give it a check if not, you'll be disappointed] Aera, a young 28-year-old was about to make her dream debut by opening her own floral shop that could be shipped in and around. Nevertheless, things didn't go as she planned. One would say that transmigrating to a book sound like a fantasy, however to Aera, it became a nightmare when she woke up in an unknown world even when she hasn't died yet. With an unexpected turnout, her life was hanging by a thin thread. Aera was presented with an option-either she goes back to her world with her memory erased or enter the other world, and comes back with the memory intact to have her revenge. Never did she expect of choosing the worst villain of all. A character in a book where she killed the Empress and her unborn child. Worst, the male lead was reborn time after time with his memory intact. His grudge still hung on torturing the villainess. Even more worst, the ML was a split image of her long-time crush. ----- "Do you hate me that much?" As soon as the question was raised, a table lamp flew past through the said person, smashing against the wall behind him. "More than enough to kill you right now." The female figure responded with nothing but hatred and disgust in her tone. Her jewel eyes that glow under the dark never left her gaze on the other male person who was sitting on her opposite. ----- The male lead wasn't the only one Aera had to put a guard on but even other characters when one after the other began to make an appearance. The more the flow gets out of the plot the more twisted it gets. Her only goal was to survive so she could go back home.  P.S:- English is not my first language and I am weak in grammar. I'll be happy to receive either a critics or feedback or comments...^-^ Please do give it a read till chapter 3 or above to get the clear picture.
Eternal_bunny · 142.6K Views

Apocalypse Descends: Rise of the Skeleton King

When the apocalypse descends, Grim, an ordinary man, is thrust into a brutal new reality where survival is anything but guaranteed. Forced to become a Lord in a mysterious realm, he chooses the Undead faction—only to wake up as a skeleton himself, with nothing but a ragtag army of mindless skeleton soldiers at his command. In this unforgiving world, Grim must quickly adapt, training his undead minions from scratch while fending off hostile factions, monstrous beasts, and rival Lords who would see him destroyed. But Grim has one unique advantage: a talent that allows him to harvest the souls of his enemies, channeling their power to strengthen his skeletal army. As his forces grow, he begins to turn the tables on his enemies, transforming from an insignificant skeleton into a powerful force that others start to fear. With every soul he collects, Grim edges closer to his ultimate goal—to carve out an empire in this wasteland and rise as the true Skeleton King. This story stands out with its perfect blend of dark humor and epic adventure. Grim’s struggle to teach his bone-headed skeletons basic survival skills will have readers laughing out loud, while his journey from underdog to tyrant offers the thrill of watching an unlikely hero (or anti-hero) defy the odds. *Apocalypse Descends: Rise of the Skeleton King* delivers on all fronts—a unique twist on the apocalypse genre, thrilling battles, a protagonist who’s both relatable and ruthless, and a world where only the strong survive. Grim’s path is one of resilience and growth in a world that offers no second chances. This is a tale of power, ambition, and survival in the face of overwhelming odds—a novel that readers won’t be able to put down until the Skeleton King claims his throne.
Catlove12Fish · 10.7K Views

The Heiress Is Back

When the cold metal of the heavy-duty truck knocked her, she surprisingly somersaulted in the air before crashing harshly on the cold and wet floor. Blood oozed from every natural opening in her body, including the artificially created ones, courtesy of the truck. Former heiress, Iris Bowman breathed her last, wishing for nothing but an opportunity to avoid the board meeting that destroyed her entire life. As funny as her wish may sound, the deities answered her prayer, fulfilling her dying wish. Iris was reborn as a vindictive grand witch who wouldn't bat an eyelid when wreaking havoc. How would she mend the broken relationship with her family and avoid her sister's tragic death? Would she save herself from doom in this lifetime? By a cunning design of the heavens, Iris Bowman discovered Tyler Harper, the heavily wounded mafia prince, sitting at the back of her limited-edition Ferrari. When love sparked between the two, would Iris survive in his ruthless world filled with bloodshed, or would it overwhelm her? What if the bloodshed was what the new Iris loved more than anything? Now, her traitor of a fiance wanted her back, but Iris had different plans for him. ******* "Tyler… Tyler… Don't be surprised that I know who you are…Tyler… I promise you… I mean no harm… Please, I need you to calm down and wait for a little while… Please don't die on me, Tyler… I beg you… Spare my sister and I… We cannot stand the wrath of the Harper clan if anything were to happen to you." Iris pleaded dreadfully. “Drive!” It was all the mafia king had to say before he shut his eyes.
call_me_mirror · 376.1K Views

The Descendant's forbidden mate

“By going into the lion’s den after getting bitten by the lion itself, do you really think it would cure you, Love?”  Alora’s body clenched which only evoked her desire to the peak level by hearing that dark and husky voice. And she knew nothing can be done to sate this forbidden craving out of her system.  She was a powerful hybrid then why? Why wasn't she able to heal herself!  Alora tilted her head and slowly looked over her shoulders to see those electric blue eyes that were becoming her ultimate downfall. But she hated this man more than anything who stood there in his mighty glory, behind her in the cold river.  “How are you bearing this heat till now, Lora? You are burning like a fire. It would kill you slowly into ashes. This heat is not normal but a powerful claim.”  “It's because of you.” Her voice held so much intensity which proved she was losing bit by bit.   Next moment, He yanked her body into his and Alora’s breath hitched as He wrapped his arm around her bare waist and nuzzled his face into her neck before inhaling her enchanting scent.  “You will be my death someday, Lora. You can't imagine what you are doing to me. It's fucking out of hell and heaven. This heat of yours is calling me.” He almost growled, suppressing his lethal beast. Alora chuckled without humor. “And You are supposed to do something in which you failed. Because of you I am in this condition. You can't fucking back off your promise and let me die here. You can't fucking leave me alone.”  And a red blood tear leaked out of her eyes which made him stiffened. Alora cried, she cried for the very first time. And He couldn't understand if she was crying for him or for her condition.  “I want this killing heat out of my body.” Alora's face turned as white sheet. And He looked down at the flowing water where her bloody tears mixed into and the green river suddenly turned still. He raised his eyes to her and asked, “Are you sure, Lora? Because this is beyond the forbidden. Once I make you mine, there will be no way out. No fucking way!” She looked at his rugged face, the powerful and mysterious man who could destroy the whole realm in seconds but He was asking for her permission. But she knew He was the last resort to get her freedom. Slowly she nodded and the next second she found herself drowning in the water with the utter burning sensation.   ******* Alora Dragomir, the powerful vampire-witch hybrid and the sheltered princess of the Black Bridge Coven was raised and trained by the King of Vampires for the purpose of getting vengeance from the Lycans.  Crimson Shadow, the moon guardian chosen by gods and goddesses, guards the Silent Storm gates which seized the old evil spirits, friends of vampires.  Erix Hartshorn is the last Lycan Prince whose big mistake, two hundred years ago, put all the supernatural realms in danger and thus caused the birth of prophecy made by the Moon goddess which includes the interaction of these three souls to tangle in twisted fate.    What will happen when these descendants from their own kind would strike each other unknowingly with different intentions and purposes by playing their own games.  Would prophecy made hundred years ago force them to go through the Betrayal, Revenge and conspiracies? Or will forbidden Love conquer everything, especially death which was written in the fate of one among them?  # Please be patient with the first few chapters. I assure you, you are going to get many surprises ahead. Now dive into the fantasy world with a spicy and powerful chemistry of MCs. And yes, It's HEA. # The cover belongs to me. Its commissioned. 
MN_Kaur · 85.2K Views
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