Aftershock

{Mature content} Slow burn: so be warned She is a billionaire's daughter in search of true love, despite all the heartbreaks she has been through... He is a tycoon's son looking for true love... when their paths cross will there be a great love story between these two? ********* "What do you think about Elias?" Esmeralda blinked dumbly at her father, her mind turning blank. Noticing his daughter's expression, the older man chuckled. "I had a conversation with Patrick yesterday." Hearing the name of her father's dear friend, Esmeralda's heart dropped. She didn't have a good feeling about where this conversation was going. "He had brought up a brilliant suggestion." Her father's eyes practically sparkled with excitement, a direct contrast to the building dread in Esmeralda's stomach. "My dear, how do you feel about marrying Elias?" Elias was Patrick's son, someone that Esmeralda had grown up with. However, that was all he was to her. Elias is just a friend and nothing more to her. "I don't like Elias that way, Dad." Esmeralda frowned. "You don't?'' Mr. Fernandez asked after hearing his daughter's reply. Esmeralda exhaled. "Dad, look, Elias and I are just friends. Nothing more." "But you two were so close growing up. It would be a good match, Esmeralda," her father said. Silently, Esmeralda tightly clenched her fists at her sides, trying her best to contain herself. Her father was always like this-- once he had made a decision, he wouldn't listen to any other suggestions, even if he was the one that had asked for those differing opinions in the first place. "But Dad--" "Who knows?" Mr. Fernandez cut in before Esmeralda could finish her sentence. "As the saying goes, no good relationship starts without a good friendship first. After your marriage, you might both develop feelings for each other." "Elias and I--" Ignoring her, he continued, "The boy might even welcome the arrangement. We always thought that he had a thing for you." With a wink, Mr. Fernandez stood up from his seat. "Try talking to him first so that we can get an idea of what he feels about this arrangement, alright? If he has feelings for you, it wouldn't be too bad an idea to get married," he said. Walking over, he gave his daughter's shoulder a light squeeze. All Esmeralda felt were the chains on her body tightening. She didn't want this marriage; she didn't need to be bound by it. However, nothing she was saying was getting through to her father. "I'm sure that after you see how much he loves you and how good he is, you will eventually learn to love him too." With those final words, Mr. Fenandez left the room, leaving his daughter to simmer in the aftershock of the news he had just dropped on her. Like it? Add it to your library your reviews and comments will be highly appreciated.

A primordial vampire wreaks havoc across modern day Asia. Beset by the catastrophe, Muchen has to sacrifice himself to save his family. In an attempt to reincarnate, the magus ends up lost in time, his soul stranded all the way back in 1410, amidst the brightest pyres of the Inquisition. (read more...) ~ A slumbering immortal awakes deep in the Himalayas, sowing lethal nightmares across the mortal realms. Millions perish throughout India and China in mere hours, even as national armies struggle fruitlessly to contain its hunger. Ancient paragons of magic descend from isolation, and shapeshifter beasts rise up to defend their tribal courts, all in vain. Werewolves and vampires put their eternal conflicts aside and unite, not in an effort to win — but to live. Muchen Feng is an old mage caught up in an aftershock of the creature’s awakening. Despite his best efforts, he fails to hold on to what he cherishes most. Unwilling to resign to his fate, Muchen seeks a path to the past, and tries to reincarnate. Born anew, he shall rewrite all wrongs and erase his regret at the source. Alas, his plan goes awry and the ritual is interrupted just as success is within reach. His soul is nearly torn asunder, and he forfeits control over his own fate. Adrift in time and on the brink of collapse, he finds refuge in the Dream realms, but that shelter is far from flawless. Unable to halt his soul’s decay, he resigns himself to chance. Centuries earlier, in the savage Maltese Archipelago, a sickly infant is abandoned at the Valetta port. Taking pity on the dying boy, a kind soul takes him to a monastery. That pity however is misplaced, for within that frail body linger the last embers of a drifter from the future.

*After the events of Demonic Power* In the future of Demonic Power, many things have changed. One of those things is the now crown prince of Angels: Alex Gold-Lock. However when he one day encounters a piece of machinery meant to imprison a royal AND needs to go behind his parents back to stop it before it reaches enemy hands, he must get help from royalty to stop it. And the worst part? He has 3 months to do it!

She was a regular teenager, doing normal teen things. That is until a meteor crash landed onto the earth, and she was hit with the aftershock. Now with a new power, she tries to find her way through a world of corruption she didn’t even realize existed. Watch Nami as she navigates her way through a government coverup, and discovers a strength she didn’t know she could posses, with her new found super powered friends.

In a world where a significant portion of the population was born with superpowers, society is shaped around the abilities of the superpowered individuals. It's a world where people with powers like super strength, flight, and x-ray vision are looked up to and admired. However, not everybody is happy with this--the powerless live in fear, feeling like they're at the mercy of those who have abilities far beyond their own. As tensions between the superpowered and the powerless rise, the world edges closer and closer to a tipping point. There was a time we were innocent. The nation was booming and people were happy. The politicians were ripping one another apart on national television, flanked by pundits from every side of the aisle. Some people took to a god or several to answer the many mysteries of this universe, some took to alcohol to dull the void of having no answers, some took to scientific figures as if they were the next messiah and the black holes were something worth worshipping. Now I barely remember that time of innocence. It was all background noise to the struggles each and every one of us went through in our daily lives. Get up in the morning, drag ourselves to work, serve some purpose no matter how dull or worthless it sometimes felt, then drag ourselves back home again. Then try to find a good way to spend our few free hours before rushing to bed so we could wake up refreshed for a new day of that same rat race. When that innocence was lost, the aftershocks would go on to change our entire world.

"I'm interested as long as we don't engage in any physical contact that would lead to sex or the act itself. As your temporary future wife, I can tolerate hugs, pecks, and holding hands. Anything more intimate than that will get you a kick in the balls just like what happened yesterday. I will raise the 'pain intensity' every time you violate my personal space without a valid reason." He flashed me a smile that would make ladies swoon. "I consider myself warned by a bloodthirsty wench." Good. "I'm not allowed to have a sidepiece, right?" He raised an eyebrow. "Side-piece?" "Boyfriend." I trailed off as a flush crept across my cheeks. Would I dare, though? Darius's lips tightened as if he's contemplating something. He finally spoke up after what seems like an eternity, looking serious as hell. "Not while you're married to me. Perfect little wife, remember?" "She can be the perfect little wife if she hides the side-piece well," I whispered, challenging him. "We're not even married yet and you're already thinking of cheating?" "I will not cheat, Darius. How about you?" Clamping my lips in amusement, I leaned forward to the table. "Can you remain celibate for years for the sake of this perfect husband image and your inheritance?" Our knees knocked together under the table, sending electric aftershocks on my skin. Darius flinched at the contact. Did he feel it too? "I'll be discreet." So, it's okay for him to seek other women and I'm not allowed to seek men for my pleasure? "Exactly. I'll be discreet." I emphasized the word 'I'. I pushed away my plate. I just lost my appetite. "But why do you have to look for another man when I'm already here?" He reasoned out as he stared deep into my eyes. "I can give you sex." I choked in my drink and almost spat on his face. In my effort not to, I coughed uncontrollably. "No sex." I tightened my fist, trying to stay calm. I didn't want to give him a lecture about gender inequality when I needed his money to survive. "Make it clear in the contract, Darius. I don't mix business with pleasure. Understand?" "Maybe I'll just have to tempt you, then." Darius' voice was deep and husky I can't help but shiver at its promise of ecstasy in them. He moved towards me and gripped my armchair.  His grip wasn't strong but it has no intention of letting go. "Would you want me to?"

The year is 2134. starting in 2050, the planet was ravaged by intense natural disasters as a result of global climate change, and countries were ripped apart by a third World War. Nearly a century later, humanity is still feeling the aftershocks. Wars rage all across Eurasia, island nations have been swallowed by the sea, the Americas are in shambles, and much of Russia and China are entirely uninhabitable. During the chaos, a European cybernetics company undertakes a project to clone the man who helped bring an end to World War III in hopes of bringing an end to the seemingly unending conflicts around them. One of these clones, 72, is as far from the man he was cloned from as he could be. Witty, sarcastic, and uninterested in a life of diplomacy and an existence of only being seen as a lab rat, he wants to carve his own path in life. But that's difficult when everyone only sees a number instead of a human.