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In the times of battle for land and defence of false dignity, Selene is caught in the webs of her father's lust as she is taken captive by the feared Edgar O'alistair, ruling King of the Sol empire as her father awaits trial by the Harmony council. Edgar O'Alistair, a man feared and revered by many holds Selene and her younger sister captive, bound by law to become slaves. Edgar swore off matters of the heart, now with the ensuing battle and dangers facing the Solian Empire, he is drowned by the raw emotion the foreign princess ignites in him. With family grudges, dark secrets and suicide, how long before Selene becomes a pawn and burns out what little fire she has left? In the midst of betrayal, sorcery, loyalty and death, love triumphs.

Follow drufus_ on yt, if u enjoyed the book hope you’ll enjoy the author. Rather than taking breaks and returning weeks after I think it’s time I make a choice. So I feel as though I should finish the novel, however I’ll finish it completely and then post from he ground up, starting from chapter one to the end. Thus, I’m not going to be continuing the novel though you will be able to find updates on it here if it still interests you, thank you for your time. Leave a review and let know how you’d feel about bonus chapters in the comments. Did you know that there are many things kept hidden from the public eye? State secrets, hidden alarms and dreadful mysteries around ever corner. Now, here's a story that is sure to shake irony to its very core. Hear this: a boy who wants to save the world is given his chance, but at what cost: family betrayal, loss of childhood, and, most importantly, loss of humanity. Yes, there's more! He must choose a side, decide whether human affairs are worth his beastly time, and thus decide whether to support his own unique species or join the Humans in their eternal conquest for power! Although I wasn't lying when I said things would be ironic, the truth is that Marcel isn't even given a choice. Which will he back? Will his love for humanity remain constant, or will it wane? Enough of that, I suppose you'll have to read the book to find out! Current Upload Schedule - Two a week, preferably Monday and Thursday’s!

When the time came for Kay to join Lee in the realm beyond, he did so with a peaceful heart. As he took his last breath, surrounded by the love of his friends and family, he knew that his legacy of love and acceptance would continue to reverberate through time. And so, the whispers of the heart, forged through the love of two souls who dared to dream, lived on—forever etched in the fabric of time and carried by those who chose to embrace love, acceptance, and the beauty of being true to oneself.

Who falls in love with a whole mafia Don, especially as a Christian? Destiny does and she lives to reap what she sowed. Destiny is a sweet, innocent and devoted Christian. She lives according to the Lord's commandments but what happens when she meets one man who makes her question all she had believed in, one by one? Antonio, Don of the Italian Mafia could care less about what another person could feel but when he sets his eyes on Destiny, his interest peaks. 'She could be perfect,' He thinks. But perfect for what? ***Bible Quotes: New International Version Bible.***

Once, there was light. Once, there were men who believed in gods, who built their kingdoms atop the bones of the fallen and drank deep from the veins of the earth, thinking themselves mighty. But the light is gone now, and the gods have drowned in the black tide of their own deceit. The world is a vast and seething thing, its skies thick with smoke that does not rise from fire but from something deeper, older—something that has been watching, waiting, hungering. The cities stand like mausoleums, their spires reaching desperately for heavens that no longer listen. In the great courts of the nobles, the masked and the damned play at civility, waltzing on floors slick with centuries of betrayal. They are not men anymore, not truly—they are echoes, puppets pulled by unseen strings, twisting their knives in games of power that no longer matter. The kings of death, their crowns rusted and their flesh long decayed, whisper prophecies of endings even they cannot fathom. Beneath the streets, beneath the stone, beneath the very skin of the world, something writhes. The dead do not sleep here, they do not rest—they plot. They whisper in voices like cracking bone, singing hymns of ruin to deities who no longer speak, who have forgotten even their own names. And yet, their will remains, etched into the marrow of creation itself. And then there is him. He has no past, no name worth carving into the annals of history. He is not a hero, nor a villain, nor even a man—he is a force, a wound torn through the fabric of a dying world. He does not rage because he chooses to. He rages because it is all there is left. He has seen the suffering, the endless cycles of deception, of power shifting from one wretched hand to another. He has seen the gods rise and fall, has watched kings build their empires only to drown in their own excess. He does not seek to rule, nor to save—he seeks only to end. But the world is not so kind as to simply burn and be done with it. No, it fights. It writhes. It plots. There are things older than kings, older than gods—things that do not want salvation, do not want balance, but only to exist, to keep the cycle turning, to let the suffering continue because it must. They whisper in the ears of the desperate, promising power, promising escape, promising meaning where there is none. They have no faces, no forms, only presence, seeping into the hearts of men, into the bones of reality itself. And so, the game continues. The nobles lie. The kings rot. The gods stir. The dead plot. And he—he burns. But even fire is not enough to cleanse this world, for the embers do not die. They scatter, carried by winds that have no master, to be caught in the hands of the next fool who thinks they are strong enough to wield them. There is no hope. No salvation. No final mercy. Only the great unraveling, the long decay, the inevitable ruin. And the jester? The jester does not laugh. For what laughter could exist in a world that has already lost? ****

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A phenomenal occurrence in Iuyizama Shakenenzenki or were known to be Iuzenki. Where they somehow meet upon through undesirable will's, as the rest were to be discovered.

Saltanat's quiet, timid life as a duchess is shattered when the High House forces her into an arranged marriage with King Caeruleus, a powerful yet enigmatic ruler. Although the marriage wasn't his choice, Caeruleus offers her subtle help at every turn-without ever explaining why. His silent assistance leaves Saltanat both confused and curious about his true intentions. Thrown into the unfamiliar world of court intrigue, Saltanat struggles to find her footing as queen while grappling with her fear and uncertainty. She senses that the king knows more about her than he reveals, yet his kindness makes it hard to distrust him. Caught between the High House's demands and her own fears, Saltanat must decide if she can trust a king who keeps secrets from her-or take control of her destiny, even if it means unearthing truths that could change everything.

This book is all about a normal mortal that was forcibly dragged into a strange world without his willingness. Cursed with immortality as Liam finally decided to settle down in a humble town somewhere on the edge of this strange world. And one day, he finally uncovered the gift from the mysterious voice. Allowing him to create a world inside his pond. "Maybe with this little world, I can find some joy in this boring eternal life"

Two people, torn between family, identity, revenge, mission and love. And only the truth will set them free. But will the truth be really enough? Disclaimer : The whole story is only a product of author’s imagination. _ _ Note: English is not the first language of the author so please do understand if there are grammatical errors. The author is an amateur and this will be her first attempt to write and to complete a novel.