Maiden With Eyes Of Blue

“How dare you think you’ll walk in here and win?” Alex told him, his eyes where blood red and Smokey. “I will not let this slide you definitely look like someone that would be an issue with time.” “Urghh!!!” Leonard could barely speak, as he groaned in pain and crawled on the ground. Leonard slid his phone slowly out of his pocket and dialed the first number there… it happened to be Emily. “Hello…” his voice was low and weak. “Hey Leo, what’s up?” “help me!” “What’s wrong?” She asked him. “Arghhhh,” Leonard groaned in so much pain, before the call went silent. Alex had stabbed him through his heart.

Archer Williams is served a divorce letter on the same day he is released from prison. He feels his life shatter before his eyes but he remains composed. What can he do when the love of his life, Eva Austin whim he went to prison for, decides to leave him? Eva walks out of his life, and Tangie Sullivan, the daughter of a lord walks in. Archer is in for a twist of his fate when he realizes that he is not only a divorcee, he is also engaged on the same day. Do you think Archer can fall in love that quickly, in order to be the man Tangie Sullivan wants? And what happens when Eva discovers Archer was the source of her success?

Samantha stood before Michael, her tear-filled eyes pleading for his forgiveness desperately. "Michael, please, I beg you to forgive me," she cried out, her voice trembling. However, instead of the warm embrace or reassurance, Michael's face twisted with anger and malice, his voice dripping with venom. "No, Samantha," he retorted sharply. "The time for apologies is long gone. Now, it's time for revenge. You will pay for what you did." *** Michael Ventura, mistreated, insulted, and despised by all, now possesses special abilities and intends to use them effectively. He will stop at nothing to bring everyone who looked down on him to their knees before him and exact revenge upon them.

Azrael, the God of Dominion, took over the body of a live-in son-in-law of the Hartwell family, Leon Ashford. Leon was a young man and an orphan who struggled his way through life and was deemed worthless in the eyes of his in-laws. He lived a life of humiliation and constant physical abuse, and he endured it all for the sake of his wife, Isabella Hartwell. His college rival, Victor Marston, the son of a rich billionaire, had always wanted Isabella for himself. Seeing Leon as an obstacle, he orchestrated an attack that left him beaten and bleeding in the streets, where he was left to die in the rain. Instead of death, Leon came back as a powerful ancient god whose sole purpose was to dominate the modern world.

The true nature of a man is forever hidden from the eyes of his foes. The is the tale of Jackson , an ordinary man with a secret that holds the very foundation of his city and country. A man with an unrivaled power. After a nasty divorce that sends him on a way to self -discovery and a new life , he is faced with the hate of his ex-wife, Ella ,and his newest love interest. Novel connections are formed and more rivals spring from his past and present. Soon enough, Jackson realizes that the world he's become used to is quite different from the man he truly is and it is just a matter of time before he needs to take back his rightful place and let the world know him for who he truly is...

What could be more devastating than watching your lover being shot by a masked man right before your very eyes in the dead of night? Everly isn't just confronted with a daunting reality that shatters her hope for a future with Edwin, but one that also sets her on a new path. In an unexpected turn of events, she relinquishes her dream of being a model and becomes a prosecutor driven by the desire to apprehend Edwin's murderer. However, fate intervenes, and every step she takes seems to lead her to her father, Hubbard. Will she find it in her heart to forgive him for taking away her only source of happiness, or will she ensure that he pays the full price for his actions?

[🥉 #10 System in my real life 🥉 ]"I don't have any powers and I don't want any." Victor snorted. "Well, there is no turning back now. At this stage, you can't control your primal instincts and your will to morph. Although, they are vital for a shape-changer." Maks's eyes rounded, pacing back and forth, "I can't control my primordial instinct..." He said. "It's primal_" "They're the same thing!" He yelled back. He was going to freak out if he found himself in a situation where he couldn't help himself. He gazed at his hands. Then he started slowly. "This is your first and least level of cultivation, you'll have to keep going."

The Judge nodded and a gleeful smile formed across his mouth. "On the basis of the prosecutor and evidences, I declare Elijah guilty of sexual assault to Miss Chloe." Elijah looked at the Judge, his eyes as dead as last year's snow. He didn't say anything. "As punishment for your actions, Mr Elijah," the judge announced coldly and unforgivingly. "You'll be stripped of your inheritance from Lord Owen. You're hereby sentenced to spend the next eight years in prison with nothing to your name." The judge banged his gravel, sealing Elijah's grim fate. "You'll regret this," Elijah grinded his teeth bitterly, tears smarting his eyes. "I swear to God, I'll make every single one of you pay!"

Famine had taken a toll on the humans; this had set everyone to find what to sleep on for survival, Elrond a young orphan went on a hunt into the heart of the woods from the Charevibe where they stayed in search of a deer for venison, he heard whispers of strange folks that lured him into something he believed his eyes were tricking him.  This transgression into a foreboding land had wrecked the looming darkness upon them and now the trolloc invades in search of the faeries white wolf that protected the light and magick of the Elderwood. A black hood and a masked man bear at their door as the great sweeps of the north continue. Elrond is saved by a fate so cruel or eerie that awaits him as he either perishes or takes the hand of the pointed-ear stranger, who is also an enemy of their kind and a protector of the last Elderwood– the high elves.

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.