Chainsaw Man Eye Patch Woman Novels & Stories

My son spiked a sudden high fever, scorching like a flame under my touch. I frantically dialed 911 for help, but the dispatcher on the line kept repeating questions, dragging it out. By the time the ambulance siren finally wailed in the distance, my son had already grown cold and still in my arms. Less than a year later, my husband and I split up amid endless grief and finger-pointing. I dragged on like an empty shell until one day I got an e-invite to his wedding. The moment I clicked the voice message, my blood ran cold. The bride's voice echoed exactly like that sluggish dispatcher from back then. In a breakdown, I bolted out of the house and got caught in the path of a speeding subway train, plunging me into darkness. When I opened my eyes again, my son's cries pierced the air from the next room, his forehead blazing hot against my palm. My husband thrust the phone toward me. "Quick, call 911! I'll grab a cold compress." My hands trembled as I dialed, and a chillingly familiar voice answered, "Hello, 911 emergency services."

We had a plan. It wasn't as far-fetched as plans to end world hunger or as extreme as plans for world domination. It was a simple plan, wasn't foolproof but it was going to work, it had to work. We were gonna prove that I wasn't a boy-crazed stalker who caused her parents death. We just had to make Kingston confess that the accusations against me were false. Infuriating Jeremy Vongov wasn't a part of the plan we'd anticipated. Yes, we sought out him as an ally but he declared war on us. This bastard heir with criminal ties thinks to make me his toy but I'll show him that I'm not the cowering and weak Dian Fibarthorn of four years ago. My name is Josephine Dukes and I get what I want. Or what I think I want. And right now, what I want is to repeatedly stab that irritating smirk off his chiseled face or make a few babies with him… And I might do both if he keeps staring at me like that.

Betrayed, framed, and thrown into a dungeon, Meliora Ashwylde has spent her life being treated like a curse—by her mother, her stepsister, and even her own husband. But the night she’s sentenced to bleed for a crime she didn’t commit, something awakens inside her… something powerful. On the run and moments from death, Meliora is saved by the one man her enemies fear—the cold, mysterious Lycan King…to her he's impossible to trust. But as he protects her, trains her, and uncovers the truth she was never meant to know, Meliora discovers she isn’t weak. She isn’t wolfless. She is Nyxshade—daughter of night and shadow. And she’s done being their victim.

He pulled his hand from my grip, "What is your problem?" "What is my problem? My problem is the way you were flirting with that guy.” "What I do have nothing to do with you Carlson, you are my boss yes but I'm allowed to hangout around other people and Peter was just being nice." "Nice? You even know his name, why are you so cheap?..." It happened so fast I didn't see it coming all I felt was the stink on my cheeks and the tears in Enzo's eyes. …………….. Carlson Coleman never planned on working for his father's company, but a deal is a deal—he gets everything he wants, or he walks. What he didn’t expect was for “everything” to include Enzo Grey, the quiet, brilliant boy he spent years bullying through high school and college… who also happens to be his new personal assistant. Carlson’s always been drawn to Enzo in ways he couldn’t understand—or admit. Back then, bullying him was the only way Carlson knew to keep him close, to assert control over the chaos Enzo made him feel. But now, years later, the tables have turned. Carlson is the CEO of Coleman Group Ltd., and Enzo is all grown up, confident, and devastatingly off-limits. But some obsessions don’t die. Carlson will do whatever it takes to keep Enzo by his side—this time without the cruelty, without the masks. Only problem? Enzo remembers everything. And forgiveness doesn’t come easy when your past is paved with torment. Now, in the high-rise world of business, boardrooms, and broken trust, Carlson must confront not only his deepest desires but also the man he used to be. Because this time, if he wants Enzo, he’ll have to earn him.

The wind blows to give a sign that the blue moon goddess has appeared in the night sky. Gisella froze when she saw what was in front of her."She killed your sister, this human. why are you just silent?" snapped a woman with knee-length black hair"I, I don't understand what you're talking about?. I didn't kill anyone," argued Grisella. she was stunned because the blue-eyed man was staring at her nowThe wolf's howling was then heard clearly, singing along to accompany the night's silence amidst the lush forest."What are you waiting for, she's a heartless human being," insisted that woman again. Gaze at Grisella with hate. Meanwhile, the blue-eyed man, with fur that had appeared all over his body, was silent."I can not," said the man with blue eyes began to voice, "I can not. She's my mate," repeated the man in his sad voice."What? She who killed your brother, how could she, your mate? You choose her, or your clan?" repeated the woman. What is the man's answer ????

"You can run, but you can't hide from your mate, Astrid." __ He was darkness itself and she was the light that invaded his space. When Astrid Vance's eighteenth birthday was near that she would become the Alpha of the moon claw pack, a war invaded her pack, stripping her of her power, her pride and everything she ever owned. Thrown into prison for many years. Now, Astrid is out, demoted to nothing but an Omega, serving her enemy's son, fate takes a change when her mate turns out to be her enemy's son, Alpha Zeke. She will take back her pack, even if it means blending to his games and rules, after all, she's the true Alpha. When visions, secrets and dark pasts start to unravel. Can the light truly overcome the darkness?

My in-laws go on a jungle trip and are stung by venomous bees. An exorbitant sum is needed for their surgeries, so I hurriedly call my husband for help. However, as soon as the call connects, he berates me. "They can die if you don't have money to treat them! Why waste the money? Your family isn't mine—what does it have to do with me if they die? Also, Chloe has no money for food. I'm transferring what we have to buy her a meal." He hangs up abruptly and transfers whatever money I have. Meanwhile, his parents die because we didn't pay to save them.

As Christmas drew near, my little sister claimed she’d seen Santa Claus in the house. “He had four legs, real long, like dead branches. He crawled on the floor like a dog. His mouth was full of teeth, and I saw him with my own eyes, climbing out of the chimney. His bones were making this clicking, clacking sound.” The Santa she described was nothing like the legends. My parents and I thought it was just her imagination. Until I posted about it online. A user named “NocturneNotes” insisted my sister wasn’t lying, and that the thing was dangerous. Panicked, I asked him what we should do. He gave me three rules: “On Christmas Eve, from 11:30 PM to 2:00 AM, the entire family must ‘sleep’ by the Christmas tree.” “You can’t actually fall asleep, or you’ll die in your sleep.” “No matter what you hear or feel, you absolutely cannot open your eyes or stop pretending to be asleep. Once it hits 2:00 AM, it will leave on its own.”

When I find out about that woman's existence, it turns out that they've been dating for a very long time. Simon Jensen protects her very well. Even though he's already attended banquets with her and has introduced her to all of his friends, I still have yet to see any of her photos. Heck, I don't even know her name. If it weren't for the fact that Simon was unable to resist that woman's coquettish pleading and brought her to the fashion show press conference as a brand investor, I'd probably remain in the dark forever. At this moment, I stare at Simon from far away, who's currently gazing at his lover standing on the runway. There's a hint of a gentle smile in his eyes. The camera flashes keep clicking. One of the reporters can't resist asking, "Mr. Jensen, are you a fan of Angela Stewart as well?" Simon never averts his gaze from Angela. He replies, "No. She's the love of my life." So, it turns out the cold and aloof Simon is capable of doting on a young woman to this degree. I spin the dull wedding ring around my ring finger subconsciously. That's when I realize how meaningless this marriage actually is.

He was the boy that no one noticed. He was quiet, bland to the naked eye, a total wallflower who sat on the sidelines and lacked in eye contact with those around him though he had the type of eyes that made you feel like you could drown. He tried his best to blend into the background, but what he didn't know was that he was the only one that caught my eye. He was the most intriguing person I had ever laid eyes on even though he couldn't see me. He couldn't see anything.