Block 13 Fanart

辺境の村に住むエリンは、13歳の少女。親を知らない孤児だ。 エリンには秘密がある。それは、超能力のような不思議な力が使えること。人の心の声が聞こえたり、念じるだけで炎が灯ったり。 エリンには謎がある。誰も彼女の出自を知らず、どこから来たのかも知らない。狂った獣「白獣」狩りを生業とする、異能戦士団エインヘリヤル。彼らとともにエリンは旅立つ。 自らの血と肉体に宿る力を少しずつ探りながら、手がかりを求めて世界を巡る。 さまざまな出会いと別れはエリンを成長させていく。 これは、神殺しの宿命を背負って生まれた少女の成長と救済を描く物語。 そして、過ちを積み重ねた大人たちが責任を全うして、赦される物語。

He’s seventeen. She’s twenty. Heir to a billion-dollar empire, Kade Kingston owns everything… except the one thing he wants most. Chelsea Lynch. She scrubs floors at Crawford Elite Royal, but every guy in school whispers about what they’d do to her if they got the chance. Kade doesn’t whisper. He acts. He was supposed to lay low—for six months, heal his injury and stay out of the headlines before the big leagues. Then he sees her. Beautiful. Untouchable. But not for long. She thinks he’s just another spoiled rich kid. She’s wrong. He’s a predator in a school full of wolves, and she’s the only thing he’s hungry for. He’ll ruin anyone who touches her. Break her defenses. And when she begs, he’ll make sure she never forgets who owns her. She’s older. Off-limits. But Kade Kingston doesn’t follow the rules. He makes them. And Chelsea Lynch is about to learn…Some lines are meant to be crossed. ********************** NB: “for those that have read *BINDING 13* and love it, just like i do, this is something similar, I just felt like pouring out my idea out here. I really hope you guys love it.”

Damn, you're delicious," he murmured into her mouth. "You taste like a goddess." She heard the sound of his belt buckle, and her frantic heart stopped because she knew what was coming. "Damn, I need to be inside you," he declared with a hint of desperation that she loved. She reacted and helped him free himself from his pants because she needed it, too, and she needed it now. But when his member was finally free, and she felt him position himself, his gaze wandered for a moment to a spot behind them. It was only for a second, but that second was enough to see how the entire expression on his face transformed. The desire froze, and instead of the fiery, passionate man from a moment ago, he was that block of ice he usually was again. He took two steps back and looked down. She sat up, confused. "What's wrong?" she asked, baffled. He tensed his jaw and shook his head while zipping up his pants again. A whirlwind of emotions crowded her chest and got stuck in her throat. "Enzo," she called out, but he didn't respond. He bent down to pick up his shirt and walked toward his room without looking at her. "Enzo!" she yelled, but he ignored her and entered his room, slamming the door. She was left on the island, naked, not understanding anything. All the fire went out, giving way to a sadness that settled in her heart. He rejected her. Enzo rejected her. After his wife’s death, Enzo Romano swore his heart was buried with her. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. But when duty forces him into a contract marriage with innocent Arianna, the girl who secretly adores him, she finds herself falling for a man who will never love her back.

After being forced to give my wife's first love my heart, I died in the hallway of the private hospital she had personally founded. My six-year-old son, Ash, had already begged her thrice by the time I had drawn my last breath. The first time was when he tugged on her hand, saying I was coughing up blood. Sneering, she claimed, "So he's finally learned something—teaching his kid how to lie." Then, she had the bodyguards throw him out of the room. The second time was when he clung to her sleeve, insisting that I rambled nonsense due to the pain. "It's just a heart transplant," she opined with a frown. "The doctor already said he won't die." At that, the bodyguards stepped in again and dragged him away. The third time was when he fell to the ground, clutching her pant leg with all his strength, crying that I had already passed out. She finally lost her temper by this point, grabbing Ash by the throat and hurling him out of the room. "I have already said it—Howard isn't going to die. Dare to disturb Skye's rest again, and I'll throw both of you out of this hospital," she warned. To save me, my son pawned the most precious thing he owned—his St. Christopher medal—to a nurse. "Ma'am," he said. "I don't need to live a long life. I just want my dad to live." She accepted the medal and was about to arrange for me to be transferred to the last available room. However, my wife's first love, Skye Whitley, had someone block the doorway with his pet dog. He mentioned, "Sorry, kid. Your mom's worried I'll get bored if I can't see my dog. This room is reserved for him."

“I’m sorry, Donna… the baby didn’t make it.” Those words shattered her world. Her husband’s betrayal finished the job. Once Luna of Ironclad, Donna is cast aside—rejected, beaten, and sold like cattle. The people who once bowed before her now laughed at her humiliation. Even her closest servants turned against her. “Five years without an heir. She has no value left.” But on the auction block, when all hope was lost, a stranger’s voice cut through the crowd. “One million.” The hall fell silent. His presence makes even Alphas bow their heads. And when his eyes meet hers, Donna felt it— the undeniable pull of a bond she thought was lost forever after being rejected. “She is mine,” he declared. “My mate.” Broken. Betrayed. Branded again by fate. Donna’s story is just about to begin.