I Will Never Be Yours

As he considered the attack on Atlantis City, Drake's face darkened for a moment, but he shook his head to clear his mind and looked the king in the eye.I can only say that I was going about my business in the city from which I came when it was suddenly bombed.I was, as far as I could tell, the only one who made it through that.After that, I fell down a shaft, struck my head as I fell, and eventually fell asleep.Next thing I knew, I was here in chains.I'd rather keep things that way;I really do not want to discuss my past right now.Everything just went missing. The observers debated what they had heard as more murmurs and hisses filled the grotto. "I'm expecting that by 'bombarded' you imply that your city was gone after, right?"The crowd's murmuring was stopped when the king asked. Shortly after, Drake replied, "Completely leveled."Bastian tapped the high position arm with a claw a couple of times as he suspected peacefully.After that, he stood up straight and spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear. Bastian stated, "I would easily be able to say you’re not guilty of anything" if this decision were simpler to make.While the crowd erupted into a hystearical commotion, Andromon and Prismo shared a brief glance, displaying a hint of surprise.However, "I'm afraid I can't just let you off the hook, after your involvement with the actual thief's escape," he continued, immediately silencing the grotto.

The last strand of patience I had snapped into shreds when she chose her ex-lover’s son over our dying daughter. Now she paraded around smiling, flaunting him like a trophy, while I was left with nothing but the cold, lifeless body of my child. This wasn’t about hurt anymore. It wasn’t even about pain. She’d stolen a soul from me — and she would feel every atom of what I felt, and more. “I want a divorce.” “That’s not happening. You and I are in this together,” she screeched, eyes boring into mine, searching for the man who always bent to her will. “You will sign the papers,” I said, every word a quiet stone. “Make me!” I stepped closer. My hand closed at her throat — delicate, trembling under my grip — and forced her to meet me. “Sign the papers,” I whispered, voice low and cold. “Or I’ll make you suffer so that even our daughter hears your screams from six feet under.”

"Beneath the smile is a weary soul. Beneath the struggle is a dying soul. Beneath the smile is a soul in a frazzle. I desired a change. I show great perseverance in my quest to succeed, even though my inner me is in shambles. With persistent pain, I drag him along. Sometimes I want to shed him from me but then I realized he is a part of me. The inner me that is lifeless. Now I have to be it nourishment. The inner me that is weak. Now I have to be its strength. The inner me that is hopeless. Now I have to be hope Dear inner me I can't leave you alone; you are me I am you. Together we will conquer our fears, face our challenges, and comes out triumphantly." Synopsis I was in my dark until you shine me your light. Mellisa a young student nurse lost her way on the last day of completing her health campaign in a rural area of the Northern Coast. She wandered around in a mysterious wood where she was held captive by some quisling huddles, who found nothing but joy in torturing her. Rescued by Armstrong Seagull, and labeled a spy. Was she able to escape from such a traumatic experience? Who is Armstrong Seagull and what roles did Mellisa's sudden incursion in his kingdom In a world where you feel so cold, you gotta stay gold; a story about a demon Lord and an ambitious girl

Hi, I’m Mark and while I’m not the strongest and neither do I have any unique ability, most of my opportunities being either wasted or given away one way or another, I’m the one that survived the most. Now that I think about it, this life is pretty miserable. I got my ups and downs, but because I rushed at the beginning, I ruined my entire future and the only thing keeping me alive is my ability to adapt and survive. That’s it. No magical abilities. No genius talent. The most unique ability I had was an ability the “survivor” title gave me called “The survivor”. And now I'm about to be killed aaaaand I'm dead. ... . . Die, they said, you will receive eternal rest they said, but where is the eternal rest?! “Hello and welcome to the Regression and Reincarnation agency. Due to your peculiar achievements, you have been fo- ahem, given the chance to go back in time, as well as three wishes.” –––––––––––––––––– Follow Mark on his journey to change his ending, see his rises and falls and journey with him together in this story through your imagination. ______________________ This is my first book and my native language isn't English, so expect grammar mistakes and so on. Enjoy my book and if you don't like it, just stop reading. It is far more energy efficient that writing a bad review. _________________

Book 2 of the Dragon Lord Series. (Can be read as standalones, but better yet read the first book so you can have a better understanding of the book’s storyline) Everything was taken away from me, my wife, my son, the few people I care about were all stripped away from my grip. I lost them all. I lost everything, my world was turned upside down. Yet my enemies lived, they doubled and craved nothing more than my downfall, my permanent demise. However, I promise to rise once again and regain my strength, assert my dominion and make them all pay. I will take and have back everything that I have lost. My name is Avon Barksdale. They’re going to come back for me, to usurp my dominance, and to cease the existence of my loved ones. I don’t plan on just giving them a hard time, I intend to give them their hardest time. Because, I’m going to protect what is mine, and mop the ground with those that seek to harm them.

Seven years ago, a dark giant shadow visited my house and killed my mother. It changed me, forever. Four years later, after the Mega Human experiment 2.0 went wrong, I became a mutant. I became.... "Shadow Man!" "The boy behind the shadow has been identified as..." "Jude Rutherford! Seventeen year old high school boy..." "Is he Shadow Man?" When the mutant who killed my mother appeared again to destroy me, I knew being Shadow Man was not just my hobby. It was my destiny. Now I must protect everyone I love. And I must find out why my mother died. Who was the dark shadow? And why did he come for her? I must find out all these while hiding my second identity.

Other people don't know about me, and I don't even know who I am. Before, everything was so unfair, and I only got miserable things. When my father showed up, he told me everything. I was a rich man! Even very rich!

His status as a disciple of Helma Tilcott, the only healer in the Lanshire Kingdom possessing the rare healing zhenqi, had brought Marc Belmont no advantage at all. From the start, few believed he could ever become her heir; no matter how diligently he tried to absorb her teachings or practice her skills, everything seemed to vanish from his mind as if it had never been there. Years of effort appeared to have been in vain, and Marc began to question if he was truly meant for this life. One day, a group of messengers arrived from the city of Cammont, their mocking words cutting through the air as they demanded he follow them. “I’m not interested,” Marc replied flatly, his voice devoid of the hesitation it once carried. “Ungrateful! Is this how you treat someone who raised you?” The messengers clenched their fists, anger burning in their eyes as they rushed toward him. Marc's lips curled into a confident smirk. “Those days are long gone. You clearly have no idea who you're dealing with.”

I am a fool in a world I cannot comprehend, but in my world, I am an Ace." ~ Sultan Armstrong. *** EXTRACT: Sultan's own reflection in the water, the Fool, began to animate, mouthing the words he was saying. Huh?! Sultan's eyes widened in disbelief. "What the hell?" Sultan whispered, stepping back from the pool. "W..what are you?" His voice rose, tinged with fear. ...... "I am you. You are me. I am the Fool. You are the Fool. We are the Fool."

There is one thing I have always been sure of. "If you make the wrong choice, then your life will be filled with dark clouds." Slandered, bullied, betrayed, threatened, is the hell that I always feel because I made the wrong choice. Words are "killing machines," and many people don't know that. "One word can destroy someone's life and one word can change someone." I even thought that sleeping is torture and waking up is the worst. In the past, I lost my temper and planned to kill myself. I like walking in an endless tunnel with emptiness and emptiness filling my heart. This is my broken story.