A girl named Geli met Red Fansori whose mirrored her attitude. Instead of forming a friend they became rivalry.

A girl named Geli Kendrde met Red Fansori whose mirrored her attitude. Instead of forming a friend they became rivalry.

Shes just a girl that’s only known one thing and it’s kept her alive this far but she isn’t living in the same world we do, in fact she hasn’t for a very long time

After the Veil that separates the plains has been torn,the ominous black carriages of Hell roam the Earth, taking every living soul into slavery.
Caught in the middle of an ancient war,an orphanage owner, Zachary ,sets out to find one of his missing children,and gets abducted by the forces of Hell.
What starts as a hard life on the floor of a dirty cell ,ends up in climbing to power and fulfillment of an ancient prophecy.

Prologue ~ 

The room was as devoid of beauty as I am of hope. Its walls are simply white, not peeling or dirty just white. 

As a VIP room, dominated by a bed. Which has a bedside table, comfortable chair or dinning table . Decorated in color designed to be restful, but come as akin to a decorators choices for a funeral home. 

Cold, Institutional tile floor, the room as an undertone of bleach and the floor is simply grey, window that looks out on beautiful landscape. It was perhaps once the kind of green that reminds people of spring time and hope, but it's faded so much tht the hue is insipid. 

As a beautiful silk hair lady was laid off on the  softly but comfortable bed. With a lot of life supporter, intravenous drips and a digital monitoring system that tends to beep each seconds. 

She looks peaceful in the pure snow white but calmly room. Not a single person, flower or cards. She was sleeping to pass the time. 

***
Days went, month passed, years gone still the peaceful innocent and beautiful lady laid still not a single friction. 

The weather changes as the thunder striked from above hitting the closed glass window. The limp curtain flowed with the rhythm of the wind as the heavy rain dropped with each thunderous sounds. 

Still peaceful and calm on the bed when a mighty thunder strike as she slowly opened her eyes in a fright...

From that moment everyone knew She is awake ~~~. 






************************************ 

When I saw you, I fell in love ............ 

************************************ 

The Gold family was having a meal together, talking about Arabella's future. It was raining heavily outside, and because the clinking of dishes,they didn't hear the three cars that pulled up in the drive way. 

A man from the first car hopped out and, grabbed an umbrella, went to the passenger seat of the middle car and opened it for his boss. A well built and very tall man, elegantly got out, and straightened his fur coat. 

He had jet black hair that was neatly tied up in a bun,and the back of it was left to fall to his neck. His eyes were grey-blue, he had a light stubble, and one could see his butt chin.His jaw being athletic, and set with determination. He was clad in a total black attire, but even in a Russian fur coat, his arm muscles were very defined. Spotting him out as the leader was very easy, for their was an aura of power around him. 

"Open the door!" He commanded in a stern voice, his face void of any emotions, but his eyes bitter. Instantly, men from the third car burst the front door open, and it entirely fell off its hinges, with a loud thud. 

The three people on the table all jumped up from their seats in shock and fear. Mr. Gold quickly went to Arabella, and tried to shove her behind a big couch."Hide, quick!!" He urged. 

But it was a little too late for that,for the men had already stormed into the house and were now looking at the three people like an angry pack of wolves. Mr. Gold's face mirrored utter fear, his demons had caught up with him,and were now going to engulf his family too. 

"Steve, Steve, Steve,... am I interrupting something? " The head of the pack spoke, quite venomously, taking slow but precise steps towards the Golds. 

"You have the nerve to be enjoying a lovely meal, yet you owe me quite a staggering amount of money." He hissed, his face still held no emotion, and it was hard to tell what he was feeling. 

The man snapped his fingers and two goons came and pulled the table cloth from either side, throwing all the dishes and food on the floor. He now had a ghost of a smile at the corner of his mouth, satisfied with the job that had been done. 

"Line them up!" He commanded. The two men who had destroyed the dishes hurried and put the Golds in a line, facing him. He looked at Mr. Gold, then Mrs. Gold in the middle and lastly,his bitter eyes landed on a woman, young, probably their daughter,and something shifted inside him,but he couldn't put his finger on it. She was not too petite or too chubby,.....rather medium and just right, her eyes were hazel, and he thought the name Gold was perfectly befitting, from atop her head fell silky locks of dark brown hair. She had baby pink lips, and he couldn't help but wonder, what kissing them would feel like. 

Through his eyes,one could tell that the cogs in his brain were turning, for they glinted with mischief." Mr. Donnateillo, please,she has nothing to do with this. Let my family go, this is between me and you." Mr.Gold said. 

The man who has been addressed laughed in mockery, before his face became solemn and serious. 

"I think it is a little too late for that." He answered. 

"Please,I'll do anything, please let them go. They know nothing of my debt to you." Mr.Gold pleaded, but the look on the other man's face suggested that he was debating with a brick wall,and a decision had already been made. 

"Do you have my money in full?" 

"No...but I- I..I c-can...." 

"Who am I , Steve?" 

"Mr. Riven Silvanus Donnateillo." 

"Good, you know who you are dealing with!" 

Riven pulled out a fire arm from his waist band ,and pointed it at Steve's head, by now, Steve was a sweaty mess and if you listened really closely, you could hear his violent heart beat. 

"I'm simply tired of your games Steve, it's time to end this, don't you think!" He rhetorically voiced. 

"No, please don't kill him, please." Cried Arabella. Once again, something shifted with in Riven. First it was her appearance,now her voice too was alluring. He swallowed hard and gained composure once more. 

"You should not interrupt me when I'm busy. I can kill him because of your actions sweet girl." He spat at Arabella. 

"Please spare him, he needs a little more time!" Arabella said once more. Riven was taken aback by her sudden offer,he wasn't expecting a woman to make him second guess his decisions. 

"You're father won't be able to pay the debt,even if I gave him a thousand years. It simply can't be done!!" Came Riven. 

"Then let me help him. I have some savings,and I have a job now. With my installments and his installments we can pay a good amount monthly." She pleaded. 

Riven gave his gun to Igor,his right- hand man, and it only took him a second of thought,before he finally said 

"Done!! " Then turned to Steve, " I will expect monthly payments or I will kill all of you. You know how to make the deposits. And I expect no delays." 

"Roger, Igor, take the women outside!" One of the men grabbed Arabella and the other her mother,and took them outside of the house,and under a shade. 

Riven nodded his head this time, and two men gave Steve Gold a beating, which he only stopped when he was satisfied with the job that had been done. 

"This is a warning Steve, when I come back,I'm setting this whole place on fire, with or without your family." Riven said, and as he turned to leave, he made one last remark, "So don't make me come back!!" Then he exited the house,where someone was waiting with an umbrella for him. 

As he made his way to his car, he stopped where the women had been kept. "Don't do anything stupid! I wouldn't want to teach you your places too." He said, and didn't wait for any reply as he walked away into his car. 

The Gold women watched as the men boarded their vehicles and the convoy drove away. They quickly ran back into the house,only to find Steve beaten black and blue. But the beating was lenient because not much damage had been done. 

That was how beauty met the beast. After helping her mother clean up, putting her father in bed ,and covering up the space of the door, Arabella went up to her room and prepared for the next day. 

She put her documents together, and picked out an outfit for the next day. As she lay in bed, she played the images of what had transpired in her head. Riven was scary, and she felt silly that she found him very attractive. That was her last thought, before she succumbed into the arms of sleep. 

******** 

The alarm on Arabella's bedside table went off and she soon prepared for the day. Before she left she checked in on her father,who was doing much better at the moment. 

She reached her workplace and reported to the human resource department, where a lady briefed her about her new job. "I believe that is all you need to know, now come I'll take you to your work station"came the lady. 

They got into the elevator and went to the top most floor,which was the eleventh floor. Everything was so grandeur and it screamed "no expense was spared". From the decor to the furniture,it was possible to mistake this place to be a castle. 

Arabella was let into a room, which was quite spacious, and behind a desk, where floor to ceiling glass windows, through which gave, what seemed to be, the best view of the city. Around the room, sat large vases of small green trees and at the corner there were two couches of fine black leather,one long one short. And a fine table was placed before them. The floors and walls were made from, state of the art wood. 

There were two large doors that probably led to another room, but they were different from those in which they had come in. 

"Alright,this is your station,the boss will be in shortly. Good luck." She said and left without getting a reply. Arabella then turned her back and was setting 

her documents up on the desk, then she heard the opening and closing if a door. 

"You must be the new assistant and project developer!" The person said. It was the voice of a man, and she didn't know him very well, buy knew the voice very well. Arabella turned only to be met by the grey-blue eyed man from the previous night, Riven. 

Her breath caught in her throat and was at a loss of words. The reaction was mutual,as Riven's eyes too mirrored shock. The two just stood their, frozen in place,like a deer in headlights. 

************************************ 

When I saw you I fell in love,and you smiled because you knew it. William Shakespeare. 

******************************

A huge sum of money owed by her father, gets innocent Arabella Gold's path to cross with Riven Donnatiello. But by setting his eyes on her for the first time, Riven is no longer just a ruthless billionaire who loans money to the desperate, and demands for a very high amount in return, rather he becomes a man whose heart beats violently for Arabella.

His money can get him everything he desires, but can it get him Arabella's requited love.

Neera and Achlys travelled through the portal and landed with their feet on the grass. Surprised, she looked around her.
They were standing in the middle of a green field, the long blades of grass lightly swinging in the breeze. The sky was clear but grey, instead of blue. There were no clouds, nor sun; it was simply monochromatic, though everything else still had colour, somehow, even in the sun's absence. In the distance, she could see the vague shape of mountains, though she could not tell for certain.
"This isn't the Veil," she said, still in stupor. Achlys had described the Veil as a wasteland, devoid of nature and sounds. Though this was not quite like the world she knew, it was too lively to be the Veil.
"It is not," he said, with a small smile. "Welcome to Osyris."
Osyris, she repeated mentally. She fished her memory for information on the world the portal had led them to.
Osyris is the land of time, peace and death, Andrea had lectured her once; the flow of time is much, much slower than it is in other worlds, and intentions to hurt are not allowed there, therefore, peace.
What about the 'death' part?, she had asked.
When wielders die, regardless of the world they originated from, their souls travel to Osyris, where they become one with the elements, they had explained.
This mystical, peaceful world where time flowed differently and the elements were predominant fascinated her immensely. She was even more stunned now, standing in that very land, her mouth open in awe at the beauty of it. 
She felt a tug, and realised she was still holding Achlys' hand.
"This way," he invited her to follow.
He led her to a modestly sized rustic hut about a dozen yards into the forest that limited the grassland. The door was unlocked; he opened it and invited her to go in first with a mock bow. 
Stepping inside, Neera took in her surroundings. The hut was one large space, divided down the middle by a partition; the floor was made of large slabs of stone, the walls of off-white plastered brick, and a wooden roof with exposed beams sat about ten feet from the ground.
The front door opened directly onto a small living room with a kitchenette. It was sparsely furnished, but instead of a cold, detached vibe, it felt welcoming. In the far-left corner, a stove, a few cupboards and a large window made up the kitchen; on the opposite side, a two-seat sofa and a small coffee table next to it were set against the partition. A few stacks of books laid here and there.
Prying around, she walked through the narrow opening between the partition and the wall and entered the bedroom. A double mattress laid on the floor, beneath the only window; a bedside table and a couple of trunks were the only other furniture; more books occupied the corners of the master bedroom.
"It's not much, but it serves its purpose, I guess." Achlys shrugged from the entrance.
"No, it's... cosy. I like it," Neera said, coming back to the living room. She feigned a scornful smile. "I mean, I should really be treated to a castle, but I guess you can't have everything..."
"Oh, I'm sorry, are my standards not high enough for you, Your Majesty?"
"I guess they'll do," she conceded, dropping the mask and smiling widely.
He mirrored her smile in return. 
"Um... What purpose?" she asked, picking up on the term he had used. He still had not told her why they had come here instead of going to the Veil to face the Dark King. He had agreed to take her to the King's castle, on the plane, and she did not see the need for a detour.
"We're here to train, luv. Though you are powerful, you are not strong enough to face the King yet. And, no", he added, when she opened her mouth in protest, "what that sod taught you won't help you in the least; you couldn't even beat me, remember?" He winked.
"Fine," she agreed, shoving deep down the dread that surfaced each time she thought about facing the King.
Her stomach grumbled. "Is there anything to eat in this place?"
Achlys walked to the kitchen cupboards and took a tin of soup out of one of them. "I keep supplies here, you know, for emergencies and that." He pulled out a tin opener, a bowl and a spoon, and placed them on the coffee table for her.
Neera glanced at the ancient-looking tin and suddenly she was hungry no more; its label had lost all colour, but for what little she could distinguish, the fonts were those used in the Sixties, if not the Fifties. "Ehm, is there anything else?"
He lifted an eyebrow at her remark. "I'm sorry, I'm fresh out of salmon and caviar."
"That tin of soup looks like it's been tossed aside by the last Czar of Russia. Is it even still within the use by date?"
"Of course it is..." he said, picking it up and checking it. "Okay never mind this," he added, throwing the can in the bin.
He searched the cupboard and pulled out another tin, the look of which was decisively better and newer than the other one.
"Thank you," she said, pressing her lips together not to laugh. "Are you not going to eat anything?" she asked.
"I'll eat later - I'm not hungry now, anyway. I'm going to get some wood for the stove, back in a sec." He left through the front door.
Neera looked around the room, noticing that, though it felt cosy enough, no personal effects decorated the hut, such as pictures or other small objects. She walked to the bedroom and examined the bed. It was large and thick, cladded in a black woolen blanket that must have been the softest thing in the world; it looked so inviting, especially after the very long day she had. Too bad she would have to take the couch.
Giving in to temptation, she tested it to confirm her impression of it, first by sitting on the edge, then throwing herself backwards, arms wide open. "Ah..." she sighed, tired-out. She curled up on her side, her mind already fogging up. I'll just rest my head for a minute. 
***
Achlys came back with as many logs as he could carry in his arms.
"Neera?"
Her soup sat untouched on the coffee table. He quietly put the logs down by the stove and searched for her in the bedroom.
She was sleeping soundly, the tension from the long day gradually leaving her face. He grabbed another blanket from one of the trunks, since she was lying on the one he had thrown on the bed, and lightly draped it over her sleeping figure.
Though tiredness was growing on him as well, something prevented him from returning to the living room and rest. Peace softened Neera's already sweet features. Charmed, he knelt by the bed. A stray lock had fallen over her forehead, and he tucked it away, assorted in thoughts.
Never in his life had he thought to bring anyone to this humble hut. Built as a sanctuary, he hoped that this would be the place where he could lead a quiet life, once he finally broke free from the King's grasp. He had always seen himself alone, in this wild fantasy of his. Executing the King's orders made it difficult to get close to anyone, so he had never had reason to believe his future would be any different. 
Yet, looking at Neera comfortably resting in his small sanctuary, he wondered if he was really destined to be alone. Perhaps, there was a chance at companionship, after all.
Get your bloody head out of the clouds!, he reprimanded himself. It doesn't matter that she shows you kindness and doesn't avoid you like everyone else; it's just the way she is, doesn't mean she's actually thinking about you all the time like you are, you muppet.
A storm of contrasting emotions besieging his thawing heart, he went back to the other room, to set up the couch.

Would you fulfil your destiny if it meant sacrificing your first love to save the world?

Neera's life is flipped upside down when she takes a sabbatical from her dream job to visit her hometown: her high school sweetheart makes a comeback, she discovers she can wield an element and her archenemy's loyal soldier shows interest in her...

Magic powers, time-divergent worlds, a prophecy - there is plenty to deal with. But the real obstacles in Neera's path are very much of human nature. 

Will she be able to escape her fate?

***

TRDL will be on hiatus, while I work on Book 3...

I will announce Book 3 release date on IG, make sure to follow me (@theperapen_author) so you don't miss it!

One puff. Two puffs. Three puffs. Four.

A breath in, a breath out. 

It has not yet begun. 

Lashes lay on dirty cheeks. An exhalation stirs small, shimmering particles of dust as light catches it through emaciated blinds. He is silent, but all else is more so.

It begins.

Suddenly, seemingly miraculously, his breath stalls for a mere moment. The act leads to dust twirling in an anxious dance, whether excited or afraid for what is to be, remains unknown.

And so it continues.

Butterfly wings resting upon soft eyelids twitch, quiver and flutter apart so very slowly. Gently too timid to cause a fuss within the dirt surrounding.

The boy, the young man, can barely see a blur. Blinking once and once more, he can make out the faint grey outlines of the world before him. A fleeting thought enters through one temple and out another.

"Have I gone colourblind?" The pondering is stale and cold, uncaring of true or false. If so, then he has. If not, then he hasn't. "Would the world look so different, anymore bleak than it is, without colour blinding my eyes?" 

The thought centres around himself, a lack of concern for another's opinion. He may wonder for a glitch of a second, whether or not he is conceited, a narcissist. But the fact remains that if he were to be colourblind only he could perceive the world from his own senses.

Thus the opinions of others who see colour are difficult to value by those who only see shades. 

His thoughts fluctuate, like the rise and fall of waves within the ocean. His now again blurry eyes blink once more. The grey blur of a very familiar bedside table shapes itself from the previous shadows of before. His pretty brows draw together, causing a faint wrinkle to appear upon his forehead. He feels the strain of such action, feeling his face cramp slightly. Too painful to express more.

His sore facial muscles, once blue and now grey bedside table and silent room become too much for his murky brain.

Something is not right.

It is silent. Too silent for a house on a highway. The light is faint, so there should plenty of cars making their way to work this early. But all is silent.

There is no patter of sound from the kitchen, pots and pans clinking as his mother prepares a burnt but heartfelt breakfast. No shouting from his little brother, complaining that he doesn't wanna go to school.

Nothing.

Something is wrong. Something is very wrong.

It becomes worse as he stares at his bedside table, eyes having not moved. The piece of furniture is covered in dust so thick it has turned the surface grey. So thick, that the layers are abundantly clear, the dirt has yet to be disturbed. The analogue clock upon its top appears to be stuck in a timeless state. Unbothered to the passage of time, hands not moving nor ticking to the seconds or minutes.

The room is silent and full of dust. 

No mother or brother to be seen.

No mother to greet him when he wakes. Sob in glee to know that he's okay. No mother to sit by his side as he's finally awoken after...

After?

After what? Some sort of injury. To his head? 

What happened to him? What happened to his room, his mum, his little brother?

He just can't seem to remember. It comes in snippets, nearly completely distorted. Happy, fear, anger, the flash of faces, the dizziness of a fall and the impact of the landing.

The pain in his head, the confusion that follows. Yet, he has no idea the why or how of how what is now has come to be.

His arms quake while unused muscles strain. He needs to see. Needs to see that everything is okay, it's not whatever 'this' currently appears to be.

He gasps and shakes, the dust laden air quivers as he inhales large quantities of stale, disgusting stagnated air. He forces movement to his limbs, forces his bright, bright blue eyes up. He cannot help but conceal their depths behind their protective lids, afraid. So afraid for no conceivable reason of what he may or may not see. 

His head has lifted, he readies his gaze. Readies the reality he's always known. The suburban area across the road, with friendly neighbours, busy parents and kids playing chicken with the traffic. A busy highway, bright blue sky and green lawns.

He breathes in, he breathes out.

Now he readies himself for the impossible fantasy of what may be. What will it be? Deserted, empty, war torn, war zone? What will it be? What will it be?! 

He breathes in, he breathes, once more and again, repeated twice after.

"What the mind imagines, what my mind anticipates is worse than the reality. That's the way of the human mind." 

Despite his mental claim, he begins preparing himself for the worst possible fantasy reality could supply. 

And opens his eyes.

Those whom had not left by space teleport, had left by death.
Isaac new when he awoke that something was wrong. His mother wasn’t sobbing by his bedside, glad he’d awoken after the incident. 

Surely he hadn’t been out long...

Yet the heavy layers of dust had seemingly descended from the skies, covering the Earth in complete gloom. A murky, hazy atmosphere of blacks and greys. 

Now he’s left to piece together what happened, where everyone went and why he was left behind. 

With a damaged mind and fragile soul, he’s weeping for what he doesn’t know.

This time when she woke, Lowan was in a very very hard chair. Her neck muscles were sore from sleeping sitting up. She stretched and rolled out the other parts of her body. Shoulders. Torso. Legs. Arms. I've got to stop passing out, Lowan thought. She was rolling her ankles from side to side when someone entered the room. This cleared the mild haze over her mind, recalling what had happened. She had been in the hospital talking to Dr. Mikius, but then someone interrupted them, and threw a knife at her.
He was sitting across from her now, a bored expression painted on his face.
She crossed her arms, "Where am I?". The room itself was rather cold. Steel walls with a mirror that Lowan assumed was a one way window. Smooth cement floors, and no furniture besides the two steel chairs and matching table. Which was currently one of the only things keeping Lowan from strangling Grey.
"How are you feeling?" He matched her by leaning into the table, arms crossed.
This had been the second time she'd passed out, both occurring after an episode. She didn't tell him this though. 
"A little pissed off actually, thanks for asking" 
It looked like he was about to respond but then another person entered the room.
Lowan blinked a few times, looking between Grey and this new stranger. They could've been twins. Except for the fact that this stranger looked to be about 30 years older than Grey, and he had a scar running from his temple, through his left eye, down to his chin. He stood with authority and power, like he expected the world's respect and praise. His eyes, they were a dark brown. Grey's were. . . holy heck, Lowan realized something. Grey's eyes were almost identical to Lu's. Maybe the mirrored image, where the green was electric instead of the blue. How had she not noticed before.
She then realized that she'd probably been staring for too long now.
"Where am I?" she asked the stranger.
He chuckled, "My son hasn't told you much yet has he"
Son.
Well if this man was anything like his son, then Lowan already didn't like him. But at least now she could see where he got his perfect face from, they shared the same sharp lines and proportions from forehead to chin.
She kept her eyes on Grey's father, "No, I'm afraid your son was too busy throwing knives at me to tell me what the hell is going on"
Grey's father didn't even bat an eye at her comment.
"Ah yes well he can be a bit, dramatic, at times" He paused to press his fingers against his temple, as if just thinking about it gave him a headache. 
"I've come to speak with you about a few matters at hand, but I'm afraid you're not going to like the first" he turned to look at Grey for a moment, who currently looked like he was trying to decide where to throw his next knife. At my forehead, or maybe my ear.
"I am general Charles Asher, leader of the auxiliary here in Solairinth." he paused before continuing, "and I deeply regret to inform you that your sister, Tallulah Grace Lightborne, is missing".
What.
She froze, trying to process what General Asher had just told her. Missing. Lu was missing.
Lowan didn't think she heard him correctly, so before she could jump to all the drastic possibilities her imaginative mind could come up with she asked, "What do you mean my sister is, missing".
General Asher pulled out a chair from under the table, sat down and sighed before answering, "What I mean is, the hospital had some people take her home after the second day of your stay, since you had not woken up yet" Grey's face softened slightly.
"They took a pod back to your apartment, where a nurse would stay with Tallulah until you were healthy once again, only, they never arrived at the building" He slid a holo across the table to her. Lowan's fingers trembled as she swiped through the photos. Normally she wouldn't allow such a sight of vulnerability to occur, but Lu was missing, nothing else mattered.
"The pod was found, the nurse and two escorts dead, but Lu was not found with them"
Lu is NOT dead, they didn't find a body. She wouldn't accept Lu being dead, she couldn't save her if she was dead. But Lowan could find Lu if she'd been taken, she would find her.
She stared at the picture of the dead victims with bullet holes. Her face slid into neutral, she would deal with her other problem later, right now she needed to find Lu. And she couldn't do that if she was balling her eyes out and having a mental breakdown.
"Are there any leads on who took her?" the first words she'd spoken in what felt like forever.
"Ah yes, this leads us to another matter we need to discuss '' The General turned to the mirror and made a gesture with his hand, confirming Lowan's suspicion of the one way glass. A moment later, Dr. Mikius walked through the door.
Lowan was slightly less distraught, it was nice to see a somewhat friendly face in all this.
"Ah good to see you again Ms. Lightborne, although perhaps not under these circumstances" He fiddled with his watch until General Asher motioned him to the table. Dr. Mikius pulled out his notebook, almost like his security blanket, before speaking.
"We believe your sister's disappearance is related to the other recent cases"
"All the missing Waedrith people?" Lowan was confused, what did this have to do with Lu?
A smile bloomed on his face, "So you know who they are then?"
She shook her head, "No, just little bits and pieces. But what does this have to do with my sister? Why would she be a target?"
General Asher answered for her, "Well I thought it would be obvious to you by now" He rotated his wrist twice, as if checking all the gears were in place. "Your sister is Waedrith, and therefore, so are you"


People are going missing. This doesn't affect Lowan until her little sister is taken too. Her sister was taken by people from Lowan's forgotten past, and she now finds herself with dangerous powers that may be the key to saving Tallulah. Lowan must team up with Grey and his auxiliary to find and save everyone who's missing. Assuming they don't kill each other first.

grey mirrored bedside table novel

I HATE LOVE YET I LOVE YOU

Mirrored Images

Mirrored image

Mirrored Shadows

Mirrored Fate

Hidden { She is back for Revenge }

PAYING HER FATHER'S DEBT

The Revolution of the Dried Leaves

This Hazy Place

Standstill

People search grey mirrored bedside table also like: