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I never saw his face. I only breathed him in. He passed me once—on a crowded platform, just long enough for the scent of his cologne to reach me. It wasn’t just a smell. It was a memory I’d never lived, a heartbeat I’d never heard. And in that one breath, I fell. Now I chase a ghost made of fragrance and fantasy. Friends call it obsession. I call it fate. He doesn’t know I exist. But I’m about to change that. A story about the chemistry we can’t explain, the strangers who leave a mark, and the magic of falling for someone who may not even be real.

"Beware, oh Light. For when your Herald falls, so begin the drums of war." World eating beasts, gods that are supposed to be gone, an evil sect of the powerful elite planning from the shadows, A dead Herald of light and Heralds that cannot sing anymore. Wierd new Krystals that are killing people. Yup, The Empire is a drum of fuel soaked shtak waiting for one little match, and I just might be it. My name is Aletta Cologne, and yesterday if I was asked to introduce myself I would've said; bounty hunter by day, bounty hunter by night. Antiquities dealer every weekend, Scholastic Historian when I've got the time. The only thing cool about my life is the fact that I am best friends with a Herald. Heralds are the glue that holds The Iragan Empire together. Ordained by the Great Mother herself to sing her prophecies and make life so much easier for the rest of us. That all changes when my mother; THE Herald of Light, is murdered, and the heralds begin to lose their mana, fulfilling a three-thousand-year-old prophecy. The Nazgul are world eating creatures of the dark that have been locked out of this dimension for thousands of years. They have never stopped searching for a point of entry. Without the Herald of light, we are the weakest there is. If we do not find my mother's killer, then her soul cannot anoint the new Herald. Without the Herald of Light to keep the Velos gate closed the Nazgul will come through and consume our existence. Oh, and there is a shadowy sect of the Elite plotting to rip power from the heralds. I shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning.

everything is owned by me (including your mom)

Bruh.

Bruno Steinmetz es un niño rico, arrogante y mimado acostumbrado a los excesos, cuando su mejor amiga muere a causa de sus adicciones se ve obligado a escoger entre un centro de rehabilitación y un fisioterapéuta personal que le ayude a caminar de nuevo, para luego encaminar su vida, acepta, creyendo que puede manipular a sus padres de nuevo, sin saber que tendría junto a Isaac, una experiencia inolvidable.

Ava Carter was a 17 year old orphan. She was a member of the Crystal Blue Pack. She was the punching bag in her pack, as people usually walked all over her, literally. She was the weakling, the outcast, the loner who no one ever bothered to get to know. Until the night of her birthday when she overheard a conversation that left her with no other decision but to leave and never look back. She had never been outside the pack territory, so she had no idea what was lurking in the woods. She ran into the most handsome man that she had ever seen in her entire life and he uttered one word, four letters that changed her life forever. "Mine" Jayden King was the alpha of the North Pack. He was the most feared alpha and was often times referred to as the alpha of all alphas. No one who trespassed on his land, ever lived long enough to tell the tale. He was a very cold and heartless man. Until the night he ran into someone he had long ago lost hope of finding. Now he has her and instead of being the mate that she had always hoped for, he ignores her.

Caroline Wilson Jack Wilson Noah Wilson A mother A father And a son All living in the same home yet separated by the lingering scent of alcohol. #ALLRIGHTSRESERVED

“Fate has something planned for you…” The Borderland, a desert region located between two countries, two cultures and two rivals; This Region is full of mysteries and rich in“mana” (Natural Energy) a target for powerful individuals. Five Years ago, a tragedy hit the borderland with a massive earthquake and destroyed both cities completely…among the victims,a boy whose existence was completely erased… After witnessing a miracle, Alejandro Sanchez, a regular student at the Sun City International High School, a prestigious school where students from all over the world come to learn with high technology in the Western World, decided to investigate what happened on that fateful night… A new adventure begins as Alejandro meets the mysterious transfer student who resembles that boy who disappeared…he returns to the place he once called home with a simple mission: Assassinate the one who killed his father. Join the two boys as they uncover the secrets of Borderland… Presenting a new and improved project taken by inspiration of my past projects “The Lessons of a Lazy Substitute Teacher” and “Crimson Moon” with a new story and new characters... THANK YOU AND ENJOY… What to expect: A Long Story with Real World Settings in Modern Times, with realistic historical event references and unique cultures and traditions loathed around the world… A slow start and plot development that will escalate with every chapter… Character driven plot and Character development… Slice of Life with School settings and Romance… Mystery and Horror in some cases… with Mythological creatures and many legends that many of the readers haven’t heard before as they are from across the world Debate between Good and Evil… Unique Powers and Abilities with Action pack scenarios similar to manga/anime style attacks Note: This is a new and improved story of a project that I’ve been working on for several years. This is a long story with great characters, and incredible settings. Please enjoy the story, feedback is always welcome as long as it’s not offensive or just wanting to attack the author…I am a novice who writes for the readers to have fun…

Elle n’est pas venue au club pour qu’on la voie. Elle est venue pour disparaître. Priscilla connaît le silence. Elle le porte comme un parfum — invisible, mais lourd. C’est la fille qui ne parle que si ça tranche. Celle qui danse seule, boit lentement, et ne reste jamais assez longtemps pour qu’on se souvienne d’elle. Jusqu’à lui. Il ne lui demande pas son nom. Il ne la touche pas. Il la regarde. De l’autre côté de la pièce, son regard est une question à laquelle elle ne sait pas répondre. Costume sombre. Corps immobile. Yeux qui ne cillent pas. Il sent quelque chose de rare. D’interdit. De dangereux. Quelque chose qu’elle voudrait oublier. Elle le dit avant de pouvoir se retenir : — Je crois que vous bandez monsieur parfum Il sourit. Et la nuit bascule. Désormais, elle est prise dans un jeu auquel elle n’a jamais consenti. Il est partout — dans ses pensées, sur sa peau, dans le parfum qui persiste longtemps après son départ. Il ne poursuit pas. Il attend. Il ne parle pas. Il observe. Et quand il bouge, c’est toujours vers elle. Priscilla ne croit pas en l’amour. Elle croit en la distance. En le contrôle. En la survie. Mais Monsieur Parfum ne demande pas l’amour. Il exige l’abandon. Et quand le désir sent la mémoire, Quand le silence devient un langage, Quand le danger ressemble à un refuge — Comment fuir un homme qui brûlé sur votre âme ?

[ADVERTENCIA: CONTENIDO PARA ADULTOS] «¿Y si él es un ensueño disfrazado de pesadilla?» ___ Temporada 1 - COMPLETADA «En sus ensueños, su boda siempre tenía lugar en un hermoso día soleado. ¿Quién hubiera pensado que se casaría en medio de la noche y con una criatura de la noche?»