Novel & Cerita Backhand Blade Elden Ring Location

Three years ago, Elara was rejected by the most feared Alpha alive. Now, she's back with no memory of him, no memory of the child she carries… and a ring on her finger that binds her to another. Orion never expected to see her again, not after what he did, not after what she became. But the mate bond doesn’t die. And this time, it may be the only thing keeping them both alive.

The white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small,shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her,as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes,it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her. She took out an envelope containing different photos of different people in it,she stared at the image with a mixture of rage and disgust. “Revenge!!!“ She yelled as she fell to the ground crying” “I'll not sleep,I'll not rest until you all are dead!!”

She was never meant to belong to him again. Sold by her own blood, Ava steps into the world of Lorenzo Valenti, a man who looks at her like both salvation and destruction. He says she is his, but something in his eyes mourns her like he has already lost her once before. She feels it too. The pull. The ache. The memory she cannot name.But the truth is a blade waiting to strike: she is Aria DeLuca, the daughter of his enemy… and the ghost of his past. When love collides with revenge, no heart survives untouched. And when truth finally rises, one question remains Would she love the person fate gave her… or the one it took away?

Dark romance | student-teacher | obsession | forbidden | stalker Do you think you know obsession? Think again. Mr. Madden is slowly losing his sanity. The reason? His student. His obsession. She is his. She just doesn't know it yet. Raven lives a very normal life. Normal, until strange things start to happen. Gifts start appearing, flashes in the night, her doors unlocking, always feeling eyes on her.. She has a stalker. One who will do anything to keep her. Obsession turned dangerous. The edge of the blade is slowly creeping closer for both of them. But who will get cut? Love is a form of madness. Aren't we all a little mad?

"Pregnant patient, corpus luteum rupture, heavy bleeding! We need a consent form signed—now!" I stood there holding the clipboard, waiting, when a voice I knew way too well cut through the chaos. "I'm here!" Jimmy. My husband. The same guy who vanished on our anniversary—now signing off on emergency surgery for another woman. He didn't even blink before writing "husband" on the form. Still had our wedding ring on, too. He didn't recognize me behind the mask. Just grabbed my hand and begged. "Please save her. It's my fault. She's pregnant. I messed up. I love her. I can't lose her." His grip tightened. My wedding ring slipped off and hit the floor. I didn't say a word. Just turned and walked into the OR. A doctor beside me, totally clueless, beamed and said, "Dr. Meyer, your test results came back—twins! Your husband's gonna be so happy. Congrats!" I smiled, barely. "Schedule the termination after surgery."

Elizabeth was a stripper, Mr. Hill Hamilton was a billionaire. He bought her for 25 million and she became his toy, his sex slave, his puppet. But for some reason he didn’t want to put a ring on it. Longing to walk the aisle with a billionaire, Elizabeth will do anything to make this possible. But will her mind change along the line after seeing Mr. Hill for his true nature?

A beautiful mermaid f from the vast ocean shapes the life of a desperate young man Daven Craig. Until he loved Samantha even after he discovered that they were living from two different worlds. A great disaster on land and ocean could be happen if they continue their relationship, but there is still a way for their world to unite. That is one of them must sacrifice its own life. "From where I am standing right now, my blood will flow to the ocean just to be with you forever," Daven said while holding a sharp blade pointing infront of him. But does it really takes sacrificing anyone's life just to fulfill their lifelong union? A superior power and above from all magic was true love that will cut off all curses and evilness.

"Don't ever let me smell another man on you Kitten." He pinned me up against the wall holding my hands above my head. "You are...... mine Only mine." ------------------------------------- Rafael Santigo Montez, heir to The Montez Mafia. On the streets he's known as The Shiv. Deadly with his hands and even deadlier with a blade in them, he is not the one to fuck with. Isadora Fiorella Cortez, a feisty little new comer that has just applied to work fora strip club called The Silver Paw. Little does she know that not only is her boss panty dropping hot, but he's in the mafia. Tables take a turn when she bumps into him on her first night working as a server.

She was supposed to be collateral. Anastasia Volkov, daughter of a bankrupt oligarch, is handed to the city’s most feared pakhan to settle a debt she never agreed to pay. Nikolai Morozov does not take prisoners; he takes everything. One look at the trembling girl in his private box at the opera, and he decides her fear tastes like sin. But Anastasia is not the fragile offering she appears. Beneath silk and submission burns a woman who learns to weaponize desire, who carves her name into his skin with the same blade he presses to her throat. In a world of blood oaths and midnight executions, love is the deadliest betrayal. When the past comes to collect its dues, Anastasia must choose: kneel forever… or cut the king down and wear his crown.

My husband, Don Axel Thorne, died protecting me in a mob war. I was his widow for six years, until I turned thirty. The old guard of the Family told me it was time to move on. My friends told me to let him go. Even in my dreams, his bloody hands would cup my face, begging me to live again. So I agreed to an arranged marriage. But first, I went to his grave for one last goodbye. I’d just left the cemetery when a post appeared in my feed. [Thanks, hubby, for the six-year anniversary gift! A fifty-million-dollar penthouse in Miami!] My blood ran cold. My hands shook. The phone nearly slipped from my grip. In the photo, the man I buried six years ago was slipping a massive diamond onto another woman's finger. The background was a lavish penthouse. His style. I put my people on it. We had the location in minutes. Drove straight there. I knocked, the door opened, and I froze. The woman standing there was Seraphina. His adoptive sister. The one the Family exiled six years ago for her obsession with him.