Edge Of Eternity Novel Novels & Stories

Maya was curled up like a ball inside the car. Her body shivered from the cold, and her clothes were wet from the heavy downfall. How could bad things such as this happen to her just in the past two days? She didn't wanna think about it, but it kept coming back to her. What happened to the killer anyways? Why did boss Levi cover her eyes at the last moment, and last but definitely not the least...Who was the red- eyed man? And why does he feels so familiar to... someone?

Damon gets straight to business, “What do you know about these people?” I tap my finger on the arm of the chair I'm sitting on, "I know that they have something to do with an organisation called The Order of Eternity. My understanding is that this Order used to exist around the time of the Great War and then it disappeared.” “The Order of Eternity,” Damon doesn’t seem very surprised. “I am glad to have it confirmed at least.” “You've heard about them?”

Our obsession shows our ETERNAL LOVE We are each other's ETERNAL OBSESSION. THE END

"Thank you for being by my side Nora. The thought of you made me to fight for my life. I just pray that I get out of this place soon so that we can begin our love story till eternity. *********************** The gentle breeze blew through the trees as Ned and Nora walked through the familiar paths of the plantation. The sunlight filtered through the branches, casting a warm glow upon their faces. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air. Ned couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment as he looked at Nora, his heart overflowing with love. The journey they had been through, the obstacles they had overcome, had only strengthened their bond. He knew, deep in his soul, that Nora

Not just from the wounds, but from the sheer weight of betrayal. She closed her eyes, expecting oblivion. But then— A pull. A strange, almost celestial force tugging at her soul. The darkness gave way to a sea of stars, the moon glowing impossibly bright. Golden tendrils wrapped around her lifeless body, warmth spreading through her cold limbs. The last thing she felt was a deep, soothing hum, like the universe itself was whispering a secret meant only for her. And then—nothing. Seraphina gasped, jolting upright in bed.

Then he came into my life, like a knight in shining armor, showering me with affection and promises. "I love you, Emily. I can't imagine my life without you," he had said, his words lingering in my mind like a melody. The moment he kissed me, sealing those promises with his lips, he spoke of an endless future together. "Till eternity," he vowed words that now feel like hollow echoes. Men are scum, I told myself, but identifying the one who shattered my world is a task I find painfully elusive. As I stood ousted from his house, with my dreams and dignity lying in shards at my feet, a single thread of hope remained. My parents' house.

The love tucked between the lines was like honey, but it was also torturous, like poison. It had him sobbing one moment, then smiling through tears the next. Suddenly gloomy, suddenly joyful. Those two extremes kept surging through him, and the heart that had gone numb from despair began to burn again. He wondered if this was the last light before everything went dark, or the lighting of the fire that would bring back light? Nelson did not know what kind of ending waited ahead. All he could do was pray. He prayed for the secret thoughts that nineteen-year-old Sinead had recorded in her own script to be the means of his escape from the wreckage.

“The elders speak of you like you’re a living legend. It’s an honor to finally meet you.” He offered his hand, and I shook it. “Thank you for coming to get me.” “The honor is all mine,” he said, taking my bag. “The Academy elders are very excited to meet you.” In the car, Julian pointed out the sights of Vienna. “The air here is pure. It enhances a blood-healer’s abilities,” he said, gesturing to a distant gothic spire. “That’s the oldest Fountain of Eternal Night in the world. Its energy is purer than anything in North America.”

I ask, completely confused. "The book. Hidden edges."

His finger lightly brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. Then his hand grazed my waist for a second so light it was barely there, but enough to make my breath catch. "Continue," he said, right in my ear. His voice was low and rough. "Read the part about edging her, tell me exactly what you feel between your legs when you say it." I kept on reading, my voice breathless. "I would edge her for hours, making her drip down her thigh while she reads my dirty words back to me. Her tight little cunt will clench around nothing, begging for my thick cock to stretch her wide."