Maiden With Eyes Of Blue

“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?”

I hated being locked up like a damsel in distress. Like I was some princess that needed constant protection, but deep down I was grateful. I was still struggling to summon my powers, so if I was attacked alone I would be defenseless. I understood why Valerian wanted me to stay confined within the walls of our home since there was a protection spell suffocating the entire atmosphere that surrounded it. But I was so bored. Valerian was not there to take me out and keep me occupied with his cocky smiles and quirky comments. The only thing I could think to do to pass the time was to take a stroll around the castle grounds. I exited out into the courtyard and walked past the beautiful wooden benches and vibrant trees. Roses of every colour confiscated the grounds and it was like I was walking through a rainbow. My fingertips caressed the petals and I inhaled the sweet scent of their exquisiteness as I walked through the trails. I was so mesmerized by the area that I didn’t realize where I was going. I gasped as I reached for the next rose in my path, and it crumbled from my touch. The rest of the walkway was filled with black and decayed roses that tumbled to the ground like ash from a horrible wildfire. My frightened eyes glared out into the distance as I realized the dead flowers led to a shadowy tunnel made from black brick. A sign barely dangling from a broken chain at the top of the entrance read ‘dungeon.’ My body cringed at the sight. This was the dark side of Valerian that I knew and wanted to avoid as much as possible.

Blood wasn't merely just life, it was power, currency, and divine mandate. It was the thread that kept the fragile Empire afloat, and the tool by which the favoured lord over the feeble. Blood was known to all; feared by some, and coveted by others. Streets sang with pained screams, the glorious liquid trailing forth as rivers in the shadows. In the midst of such treachery, a suffering youth strived consistently to beat the odds. Ezekiel Stormwing, a young adult with crippling responsibilities, toiled everyday to make ends meet. Living in the struggling West with his father, they laboured ceaselessly under the venomous gaze of malevolent fiends. It was a world of segregation, all moving to the will of avarice. The wealthy desired more, while the poor pleaded for so little. All chased after coveted dreams, uncaring to others around them. Life was ever moving, satiating the powerful and draining the weak. Everything was mechanical, predictable, untill eventually… it wasn't. On an occasion celebrating Nefaria’s past triumph, war erupted. Ezekiel Stormwing found himself caught in the crossfire, his life dangling away in a whirlwind of pain. In a desperate gamble to save his father, he wagered his life. Death coveted his soul, but just before his flame extinguished…it erupted, a shimmering power once sealed within him unlocked. With rejuvenated resolve, he defied faith. He manifested his desire, saving his father from certain doom. Now, after the war, his eyes settled on a new goal, one that would keep him ever close to the frigid gates of the afterlife. Will he succeed, or will destiny finally erase his existence?

Blurb Revenge is best served cold, but just how cold? The worst of foes come from within and Richard should have known. Richard Escrow has always seen his in-laws as his savior for taking him in after his parent's demise at a young age and letting him marry their daughter; he'd felt blessed to have such foster parents. But that was a mere facade to blind him to their vile ways. Now, his marriage is threatened and his wife is being coerced by the very family he's always known to divorce him and abort their unborn child. Finding a job has become impossible and he's taunted daily by his in-laws who keep persuading his wife to marry a wealthy man and save the family business from bankruptcy. The Devon family aren't big on love and unity as much as the next juicy business deal and investment, they see Richard as a liability and can't wait to rid of him. But fate has a few cards left and it works perfectly for Richard. Having discovered his new found inheritance and the truth behind his biological family's legacy. His eyes are open to who his in-laws truly are and how they'd trampled on him all those years to steal from him. Richardl is ready to play dirty with all the power he now wields to ensure that he keeps his wife and he destroys the people that destroyed his biological family. He has a few secrets to keep but his game is set, he knows his pawns, positions his queen and awaits the perfect time to…checkmate! Revenge is best frozen after all.

Samantha Davis fell pregnant, and she knew nothing about the man she slept with. After being disowned by her father, she left the city to start anew. Raising her own children, Samantha strived and overcame. Little did she know, her twins meant to find a daddy, and they weren't settling for any less! At three years old, her babies asked, "Mama, where Dada?" "Umm... Dada is far away." That was the easiest way for Samantha to explain to her kids the absence of a father. At four years old, they asked again, "Mommy, where is Daddy?" "Umm... He is working at Braeton City." Yet again, Samantha chose the easy way out. After nearly six years, Samantha returned to the place that had long forsaken her, Braeton City. She knew she was bound to answer her kids' curiosity over their unknown father, and she concluded it was about time to tell the truth. However, one day, her twins came to her with glistening eyes and announced, "Mommy! We found Daddy!" Standing before her was a block of ice, Mr. Ethan Wright, the most powerful businessman in the city. *** Book 1 of the Wright Family Series Book 2: Flash Marriage: A Billionaire For A Rebound Book 3: I Kissed A CEO And He Liked It Book 4: The Devil's Love For The Heiress Book 5: I Fell For The Boy His Daddy Was A Bonus Note each story can be read as a standalone. Follow me on social media. Search Author_LiLhyz on IG & FB.

Thomas married Natalia who was once the blacksheep of the family. Due to him being a genius in highschool and a stock broker he helped Natalia his wife become the Father's favorite child and no one knew he was the one behind it because he was just doing it out of love for her.Natalia on the other hand was just using him and never loved him,she never said anything in his defense when her family insulted him or even maids belittled him.In the eyes of others he was just a shameless man eating from the pockets of his wife's rich family.Natalia would cheat on him and show no remorse, Thomas had enough when she had the guts to tell him to accept the child of her lover as his own.She threatened him with divorce to scare into submission but he has had enough and his father in law Gabriel who called him a waste of space saw this as a good chance to get rid of him.Even though that wasn't what Natalia wanted she was persuaded into divorcing Thomas to her dismay.Thomas told them they would regret this and left in anger promising he would make them pay.Thomas later found out that Natalia was the one that sabotaged his chance at a good life for her own selfish gain and still put him through this humiliation.You shouldn't bite the hands that feed you, Natalia learnt that the hard way when their company started falling due to Thomas leaving.When Natalia finally came clean to her Father it was already too late he was out to get his revenge and would not listen to any apology.

Even the coldest heart would soon grow warm if she kept holding on to it. That was what she believed. That was why she became his unloved placeholder of a wife. Unfortunately, all her devotion only led to a heartless divorce. “She’s awake now,” he told her. “Step down and step away, you miserable knock-off.”Then, he left. When he came back, it was because he needed her to do something only an impostor could do: go to jail for his dream girl’s crime. Deirdre McKinnon was condemned to perdition. She lost her baby before it was born. She lost her face to violence. She lost the ability to see. It was two months of a hell-like nightmare. At last, something died inside her heart. Two years later, she found herself another man, but when Brendan Brighthall met her by pure happenstance, a new feeling was born in his heart: jealousy. There were no means too terrible, no scheme too underhanded—not if it meant he’d possess Deirdre’s heart again. And yet, she simply refused to love him anymore.“What do you want me to do, Deirdre McKinnon?! What must I do to go back to the good old days?” His eyes turned red. “I’ll give you everything I have!”“You gave me a copper trinket two years ago. It was a sorry excuse for a wedding ring, and yet I cared for it as though it was the most precious jewel in the world…“But now? Nothing you can give would be even remotely worthwhile. Not even you.”

She was looking for the perfect spot to build her tent to sleep over for one night. And the place she found is surrounded by tall trees that the fireflies chose to rest. But a scent of Sandal wood mixed with mint entered her nostrils and make her knees become weak. Elijah Suarez, the college student who doesn't know that the half blood that flowing inside her veins is actually from werewolves is now experiencing her first ever blood heat. "Your scent, I like your scent." The voice from behind together with the thick scent that is now surrounding her entire body makes her mind blank. She saw a man with golden eyes, sweating all over his body and has a.. Tail?! Dwine Frost, A dominant alpha who are having his dangerous first ever rut inside the mountain thought he was going to die. Being a purebred werewolf who can't find his mate because of the so called soul link. If he experienced his first rut without his soul link mate, he's going to die. Two souls meet inside the mountain under the red blood moon. Helping each other to subdue their sexual desires, bodies become one while the fireflies dancing above them. There is one problem, Dwine Frost, after his rut. Actually can't remember what happened when he wakes up in the next morning. Only the scent of vanilla mixed with Rose and orange left in his body. Who was it? Who is the one who helped him to overcome his rut? No, rather. Who saved him?

Takumi Asano, a painter from Kyoto, Japan, had copied tens of thousands of Vincent van Gogh's oil paintings. One day, he traveled through time to Arles, a small town in Provence, France, just before Christmas in 1888. It could be said to be time travel, or rather, arriving in a parallel universe. There, he became Marcel Duval, a 20-year-old local "chimney boy". Right in front of him unfolded one of the most famous tragedies in art history: the impoverished and down-and-out Van Gogh, holding a razor, was pointing it at his left ear! — "Mr. Van Gogh! Put down the razor!" — "Tell Armand... I'll cut off my ear and give it to him right away!" Was there actually an untold secret behind Van Gogh's ear-severing incident? — "Keep it, and it will bring you more and greater works!" — "You're absolutely crazy! Who are you?" — "I'm your top-tier manager!" Years later, the Parisian art circle had undergone earth-shattering changes. Van Gogh, who had grown into a great master, no longer had darkness in his eyes: "Marcel, it really was a good idea to keep my ear. Without you, none of this would have been possible!" Takumi Asano, once a lowly copyist trapped in drudgery, had now become Marcel, the world's "Godfather of Art". He smiled and raised his glass: "Come to my Provence manor this summer. I've planted a vast sunflower field—tens of thousands of mu—just for you... By the way, would you like to see my new paintings?" 【Time-Travel Redemption + Underdog's Rise + Rewriting History】! Click to read, and join Van Gogh in defying fate to turn the tide, lighting up the stars on the canvas!

“Don’t make a scene, Marcus.” Sophia’s eyes, always so cold, flicked over him as if he were an unwanted stain. “A Saintess can’t be sullied by a man like you. Keep your distance.” For three years, Marcus Steel was a ghost in his own marriage. His wife, worshipped for her holy power, never let him near—not even a touch, not a night together. Yet every gathering, she let Alexander—her so-called ‘brother,’ his former best friend—rest his head in her lap, her hand stroking his hair, their laughter intimate and careless for the world to see. “Does it ever bother you?” Marcus whispered one night, desperation thick in his voice. “That you give him what you never gave me?” Sophia only smiled, distant as ever. “Alexander needs me. You… you’re just my duty.” When the earthquake shattered the banquet hall, Marcus reached for her through the falling debris. “Sophia! Please! Just take my hand—help me!” But her golden barrier was already around Alexander. She didn’t even look at Marcus as he screamed, “I’m your husband! Don’t leave me—” “I can’t save everyone,” she said, voice like ice. “Alex is injured. I promised to protect him.” As rubble crushed his body and hope faded, something ancient awoke in Marcus. Flames danced in his blood, power surging from the pain, the betrayal. From the ashes of humiliation and heartbreak, a dragon roared to life. Marcus Steel is dead. The Dragon King rises—and the Saintess will beg for mercy she never showed.