Behind Her Eyes

For two years, Adrian Reid played the role of Elysia Harris's replacement boyfriend. He thought that, with time, Elysia would change and finally see him as Adrian, not as a shadow of her dead ex. Sincerely, quietly, he helped Elysia build her dreams from behind the scenes. But on graduation day, she cast him aside. They all laughed at him as an orphan and a poor florist. Also, they accused Adrian of being a liar who dared to reach above his station. They mocked him without knowing that behind his simple flower shop, Adrian held a secret that would make international elites kneel and beg for his help. Now, it's their turn to beg and regret.

After four years of marriage, Bella Watson, whose career had skyrocketed to fame, decides to leave behind her husband, Kadmiel Harper, whom she now sees as nothing more than dead weight. But what she doesn’t realise is that every bit of her success was only possible because of him.

Lord Dryk and all his followers were defeated centuries ago. Or so the white mages believed until the reincarnation of his very own mistress, Ramona and her campaign to resurrect the dark lord. Yet darkness could return without the promise of a savior. Wayne a mage born without the gift was shipped off to stay with his uncle Alard and his daughter Calley, another abomination to the line of magic, while his father goes off with the other mages to find the savior and bring an end to the campaign of Ramona. But in the rarest of times, when no one expected, Wayne’s gift awakened, not in the manner which everyone thought it would be, and no one sensed it except Alard, yet that wasn’t all, Calley also awakened the gift like every other mage in history attracting the eyes of both good and evil, forging the prophecy to take a form no one saw coming and with it, the beginning of a long-avoided war. *** “I am tired of waiting for saviors, Fifteen years they have searched and found nothing. My father risks his life on a prophecy that may be empty. And we sit here like sheep, praying some child will appear to save us.” “In the old tales, it was not only mages who broke Dyrk’s host at the Battle of Broken Chains. It was the swords of men, thousands of them held the line while the archmages sang their spells. Common steel bought the world its freedom when magic faltered. If this Ramona comes again, let her face more than spells. Let her face men who will not wait for miracles.” Alard studied him for a long moment, something unreadable moving behind his eyes. “And what would you have, nephew?” “Train me,” Wayne said.

Since Kyle wanted more information, he was curious as to why Jareth was changing the subject.Consequently, you implied that I can and will use magic.How can you be sure?” "It comes with your title and is in your blood.Despite the fact that it has been suppressed for such a lengthy period of time, it is still present.It is one of the reasons why you must immediately begin training.It will help when you guarantee who you genuinely are.Those who don't know who they are don't like magic. "You talk about it as if it were alive." “It is.Magic is alive and well.Although we can learn to work with it, we will never truly have control over it.We can believe that it is within us and allowed it to direct us.At some point, you will have to say who you really are, and when you do, I imagine you will be a powerful magician. To this, Kyle had no idea what to say.Kyle discovered that he longed for what he had left behind because everything was so strange and new.He thought of many things that would be comforting as they rode on.He envisioned being before the warm fire in Danin and Jane's home.He found that he wanted warm bread and butter that was just made in Jane's kitchen.He recalled Katniss's supple hand and how it felt in his.When she gave him a kiss, he remembered how supple her lips were on his cheek.He nodded off for a split second, felt his eyes close, and almost fell off his horse, he caught himself.

"These are pretty minuscule spies, my lord," The leader said into his comms. They chattered among themselves. We had our hands up when they surrounded us. My throat clogged and I was running out of oxygen. I could barely think or breath. Mister Wigglesworth was talking briskly with bulging eyes to the colossal men and a rifle was lodged in his throat, he seemed frail and agitated. "Mort!" He threw the parcel into his hands. Mort winced when he failed to catch it. The box malfunctioned and I screamed at the blast and fell back into the shelter of more craters. I gasped. "What do I do with this?" His hand fidgeted on the and he dived behind a crate beside me while lasers flew. He panted and glanced at me holding on to the parcel. There was a skirmish going on. "I think I got hit." .... Remember when homicidal aliens were attacking us? This was now, yeah, it was kind of my fault. We were crouching like a couple of cowardly war veterans on a battlefield and Mister Wigglesworth! Of all people was out there holding them off. Mort held on to the prism parcel. My eyes were pale. I got hit by the parcel. I held on to my stomach. "Are you okay? Can you sit up straight?" He said. "No, it hurts," I did not feel like myself at all. I was not even in the mood to make snappy comebacks, I kept seeing double and all these color spectrums like I stared at the sun for too long. I was phasing in and out of consciousness. I thought I saw planets dying. I ducked over the end and focused on breath. [ System Activated ]

Her world was filled with joy and love. But a mysterious foe has their eyes set on destroying it all. Will she be able to unravel the enigma before all she loves comes crashing down?

Everyone thought Brandon Scott was a nobody — a broke, discarded son-in-law not worth a second glance. Even Sophia, his wife, and her family mocked and looked down on him. What happens when they find out the truth that the man they’d humiliated was the true power behind it all?

"Kneel," Elijah's voice was cold, his eyes burning with fury. "Kneel before the last heir of the Norton family." His enemy’s face turned pale, fear creeping into their eyes. Once a mere orphan, the mighty Dragon Marshal had returned to claim what was stolen and unleash his wrath on those who destroyed his family. ... Elijah Norton, known across Evendore as the feared Dragon Marshal, is a man of power and mystery. Once a child with nothing, he became the youngest and strongest Seven-Star Marshal, commanding armies and shaping destinies. But his heart carries a hidden pain—a thirst for vengeance. Ten years ago, his family was wiped out in a brutal fire, orchestrated by the city’s four most powerful families. Only Elijah survived, saved by a mysterious girl who vanished soon after. Now, he is back in Arthurton, the city that tried to bury his legacy, to find the girl who saved him, and to settle old scores. Sophia Donald, a once-scarred woman who saved a boy from a burning mansion, is now caught in a storm of family betrayal, secrets, and revenge. With her disfigured past behind her, she crosses paths with Elijah, unaware that the man she helped is now the most dangerous force in Evendore. As Elijah uncovers dark plots and hidden enemies, the lines between justice and revenge blur. Can he reclaim the Norton family’s lost heirloom and bring those who wronged him to their knees? Or will his rage consume everything he cares about, including the woman who once saved his life? The path to vengeance is lined with blood, fire, and shadows for the orphaned heir-turned-Dragon Marshal. The battle for Arthurton has just begun.

"The first step towards the query for the real truth is being able to accept that it might be different from the truth that you believe in." If Ryle wasn't quick enough to use the 3rd Myriad Life: Transmigration, his life would have ended, because Equera, who he considered as his mother, made her consume a potent poison. What made Ryle confused was Equera was in tears and was embracing him as he was taking his last breaths. Would someone who had done an act of betrayal do that? No as an answer would be an understatement. Ryle's magic allowed him to be transmigrated 300 years later in the future and was in the body of Jadren, the 16-years-old young master of the Hlezel Family. As Ryle lived his life as Jadren, he was seeking for the answers behind his death, because instead of being angry, Ryle was instead filled with questions. Ryle believed that Equera would never poison him to death for no reason. Be an audience as he who transmigrated with myriad life, Ryle, embarks on a journey to figure out the truth behind his death. Was Ryle's death an another case of betrayal or there was a purpose behind it?

Being admitted to Academy of Haut dragged Dylanesa Dawson to hell. Despite its magnificent, the academy holds the the secrets behind it. Whoever attempts to discover them will face demise. The bloody tragedies haunts Dylanesa down. The missing intelligentsia and academics, the perishes of her classmates and the chips on her nape are some of the many nightmares she encounters. However, true jeopardy awaits her ahead. And what if it is her the target? Will her curiosity bring her to dive deeper into the Academy of Haut and reveal what's inside it? Will she make it to uncover the mysteries or death will claim her instead?