Fantôme

O Bored Prowler of the white pages stained in dark ink. Do ye tire and lose interest in the scrolls of endless writers that tell the dry tales of Systems? Of modern men who traverse through time and space to arrive in fantastical worlds where they achieve naught but baseless journeys? Of tasteless worlds with no intrigue, failing to grasp thy mind? If that be the case, hearken unto me, O Prowler! Let me appeal to thy desire for adventure and darkness, bringing thee into the world of LEASTRIA, where ye shall follow the story of foul men born from distorted shadow! Where selfish Stars toy with fate from their Odd Demesnes! Where the Enlightened, the Sorcerers, the Cradlers and the Genuine Accursed roam and rend the Sheltered Lands with their obscene lust and greed! Where ye shall follow the story of the Cursed Child as he seeks ‘The Bringing’ and rises from meagrehood to significance under thy eyes. Hearken unto my voice and begin this tale, if ye fear not to prowl in Mythology. Do ye dare, O Prowler, to be lost in true Fantasy? ---------------- I will be posting this story on Royal Road under the name Shade Arjuun

I narrowed my eyes at him and caught glimpse of a guy, standing in a corner and what’s weird is that he wasn’t dancing. He seemed different and odd for all this. He’s looking in my direction, very still and I can see him intermittently. The hat makes it harder to discern. Except for the creepy, fiendish smile, raising the edges of his mouth real slowly. I squinted my eyes at him. He tugged his hat from the right, an expression of a muted Hi! I nodded reflexively and opened my mouth to call Frank, who was busy with stuffing ice cubes in two glasses of beer. “Hey!” I called with my hurting head. “What?” he asked the glasses. “Who’s that? Someone new?” I pointed at him. Frank gave up the stuffing and looked in his direction. “Haven’t seen him before” he said with confusion. . . . Elijah Heath, an eighteen year old teenager was stalked by someone. Read to know who was he? And what made him behave this strangely. Does someone REALLY follows her? Or she's hallucinating like others say? . . . "Is someone there?", I moped around the dim-litted living room. "Guess it's just me. I'm making excuses to cease. No, Elijah! You have to finish this up!". As I ascended three steps, I realized a change in the air pressure around me, an odd creak and a clear presence of heat_ behind me. My breath abated. Just as I plucked the nerve to turn, my ankle was grasped and I slided down as some hand pulled me. My knees rubbed along the hard steps. **Caution**: Contains extremely disturbing content. Read only if you can stand murder and blood descriptions else you might feel nauseous.

For over three years, my kid brother's early-morning playing sessions always woke me up as early as 5 AM. 26th February was different. I woke up very late. Matt was nowhere to be found, neither was his guitar.

“So this is what you really want, Jasmine?” he asked, his voice calm yet laced with an undercurrent of disappointment. “After everything?” She crossed her arms, her expression hardening. “Let’s not pretend there was ever an ‘everything’ between us. You don’t get to guilt me, Ethan. I’ve been miserable, living with a man who has no drive, no ambition. I’ve wasted enough time.” Ethan’s mouth tightened, but he stayed silent, letting her words sink in. She’d always seen him as a failure, the quiet husband who blended into the background. And now, with the prospect of a new life on the horizon, she was willing to cast him aside without hesitation. In that moment, Ethan felt something within him shift—a quiet yet powerful resolve. She had no idea who he was, what he had done for her, and the lengths he had gone to support her dreams while sacrificing his own. The weight of his hidden life, his secrets, his true identity, all of it bore down on him, but he remained silent. He calmly reached for a pen, signing his name with a steady hand. As he finished, he pushed the papers back to her, his eyes meeting hers with a new intensity. “You’ll get what you want, Jasmine,” he said quietly, each word filled with a weight she couldn’t quite decipher. “But I want you to remember this moment.” She blinked, confused, perhaps even a little unnerved by his composed demeanor. “Remember it? What are you talking about?”

“Everything you own belongs to me, even the air you breathe! I’m here for revenge, watch me take back every single asset you have!” Mark Gustave mentioned. Once a son-in-law to an influential family, he was treated like trash and was asked to leave their lives like a commoner. Cheated and driven out by his wife, he was yet to forget the pain. Little did they know that he is the heir to the richest family in the city. Mark Gustave is the heir they never expected!!!

I replaced his father to go to jail. The marriage I wanted didn't happen. He who loved me finally left me.  It was too late for them to come back by my side with the new me, the untouchable. I had come out on top among all. 

If he can exude that much power, he is the only one fit for the journey. A man like a diety himself, sky blue eyes a man cannot behold. A perfect body soul and spirit. join Dave on a journey to oblivion. The first few chapters might be cringe but trust me, it gets better. 😉🤗

Adrian hurried to shake his head. “I swear I didn't do it! I would never hit Layla," He turned to his wife. "Tell him, Layla, tell the truth! Why are you even doing this to me?” Layla looked up with teary, mischievous eyes. "Officers, that bastard threatened to kill me if I kept on insisting that he sign the divorce papers," Her sobbing grew louder. "I'm tired of this abusive marriage. Adrian is a monster!” "Officers, what are you still doing when you should be arresting this murderer?!" Adrian froze immediately as his body recognized that voice. He turned around slowly to stare into the burning eyes of his long-lost brother, Ryan. What?! Ryan was back after all these years? Not only that, he had called the police on him? Great news or terrible news? ****** Adrian's once perfect life comes crashing down when Layla, the woman he loved and cherished so much orchestrated a lie to throw him into jail due to the return of her ex boyfriend, Ryan. After enduring abuses and maltreatment in jail, Adrian is set free on bail by his wealthy grandfather. Now he is the richest man in the country with a net worth of over ten trillion dollars. Would he let his enemies go scot-free or would he make them pay?

"You forgot about your past life as a god because someone wanted you to. It's a long story." She added "What's your name," He said "Am Vonera Derar she said as she starts to leave " I have to go now can't let your family see me," Vonera said "wait can I at least have your number," Richard said handling his phone to her "Alright' She said as she dropped her number in his phone. "Bye Denig Sherr" She said as she left the scene. "Wait Denig who?" He said confused as he checked for her but didn't see her. Richard went back into the house with his phone in his hands determined to strategize how he would contact Vonera through her number. Denig Sherr who was from planet Thera was to be the King of Thera but discovers his true identity as he was living on earth as Richard (with William and Alison who he discovered that he loves her more than a friend) after loosing his memories of who he truly was. With the help of his Vonera his ex wife on Planet Thera, he discovers that he lost his memories because as powerful as he was with his blue flames of Idahocles he was defeated by his evil half brother Terig possessing the red flames of Idahocles and he was without most of his powers. Vonera and Theora who escaped from Thera when Terig defeated Denig and took his throne and had been monitoring him on earth introduces helps him regain his memories and they face gods from sent from Terig at the end can Denig reclaim his throne defeating Terig and saving the world from Terig destruction.

"Name's Andrew Lapis, bud. Just your run-of-the-mill guy coasting through a mundane existence. My family? As average as they come, all huddled under the drab roof of a cookie-cutter house. University? Yep, I'm there too, pulling down grades that'd make any 'ordinary' student proud. Except for Logic Reasoning. Turns out, I've got a knack for that—extraordinarily good, if you ask me. My nightly routine? Well, it's a real nail-biter. Me and my buddy, we hit up the same old coffee shop, play the same old card games. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm no slouch when it comes to those cards. You could say I've got some pretty extraordinary skills up my sleeve. But here's the kicker—life was as dull as dishwater, or at least it used to be. That was until I stumbled upon certain people that turned my world from yawn-inducing ordinary to a whirlwind of the extraordinary. My reality? It flipped like a pancake on a hot griddle. Gone were the days of ordinary, replaced by a high-stakes world of dirty dealings and opulent casinos. So yeah, you could say my life went from poker nights to playing dirty, but in the swankiest casinos you ever did see."