Eren Historia Novels & Stories

In the bustling city of Kenner, Mr. Shaw, a man with a checkered past but hopes for a brighter future, embarked on a new chapter of his life. His business venture, born from the ashes of his past mistakes, promised redemption and prosperity. As Mr. Shaw's car made its way through the city streets, his thoughts were consumed by the meeting that awaited him with the enigmatic King of Kenner. His daughter, a beacon of innocence amidst the shadows of his past, accompanied him on this journey.

"She was... every man's dream woman and one man thought himself lucky to be her beloved but that relationship wasn't meant to be because she'd been destined for another by the gods." "Can I give it a title?" She looked up at him. "Sure." "How about Destined Hearts?" She beamed. "Or… His and Hers?" "Nice. I like it." "Go on." "Unfortunately... Her kingdom has been at war with another one for ages. They were so far gone that no one actually remembered the reason for the war in the first place." He said. "It came to a time when a hunter got carried away on his hunt, crossed the border into enemy territory and killed an animal on that land and he was beheaded."

Time would tell if the man matches the name, if he is as direct and uncomplicated as he sounds, atlesdt fits the bill from what Tabitha has told me about him As Tabitha disappears, the quiet bubble we created is instantly popped by a group of rowdy middle-schoolers looking for help with a history project. I take a deep breath, pushing the thoughts of "Cole" and "Single Motherhood" into a small box in the back of my mind.

Donna nodded in agreement before saying, "Yes. All employees too. They must know your history for the past 15 years but in personal cases, such as yours, they will go back further." I set down my coffee and calmly straightened out my blankets to avoid getting angry before I asked, "They?" I looked up at Donna and gave her a warning look before I asked, "Who are they?" Donna looked visibly uncomfortable. She stood up and placed the chair back before she said, "I think I should let Master Bo explain. He knows more about it than I do." She began to walk out of the room before I crossed my arms in frustration. I sat there staring at my food as Donna kept giving me reasons why she had to suddenly

My family, the Volkanov's, and his family, the Mennetti's, have been rivals for hundreds of years, going all the way back to Prohibition. At this point, I'm not even sure what the feud is about. I know Trish and I are on the same page and all we want to do is bury the hatchet. But nothing is ever that easy. There's so much history and hate which makes me wonder if it will ever be possible for our families to let go and move on.

I leaned into him, resting my head against his chest wrapping my hands around his torso listening to his heartbeat. "Talk to me then," I whispered and he went silent for a couple seconds before saying. "You know when I was younger my dad always told me stories about how my mother left, he used to tell she choose another family over us and that she didn't love us anymore and when I reconnected with her and I saw her with her family I assumed it was the truth,"

I screamed, "That bitch!" and slammed the newspaper down on my desk. The headline glared up at me: Anderson Heir's Dark Secret: Housemaid Says Rape and Abandonment. My assistant, who was standing right behind me, jumped back in surprise. I pay him a huge salary—way more than he deserves. But somehow, he or that housemaid had talked to the press. She had gotten into my life, into my bed years ago, and now she was lying to destroy me.

“Ian, can I ask you something?” “Of course,” I replied, my heart quickening with a mix of curiosity and nervousness. “Why do you care so much about history?” she asked, her gaze searching mine. “You seem to know so much, and you speak about it with such passion.” I hesitated, choosing my words carefully. “History is the story of humanity,” I said slowly. “It’s a tapestry of triumphs and tragedies, lessons and legacies. Understanding it helps us make sense of the present and guides us as we shape the future.”

'Noor ab tum hi batao' (Noor, you tell us) 'huh' she averted her eyes from him and looked at Amar and Hira who already were looking at her. 'Shah Jahan ne Taj Mahel 1625 mai banwa-' Ammar was cut off by Hira who quickly asked. 'Shah jahan ne 1935 mai banwaya tha na taj mahel?' wow what a question, she thought. she was busy remembering the correct date as she was very bad at history, she was about to speak when Arman cut in. 'both are incorrect, it was built in 1632, now shut up'. As they were registering his words, baray Abbu cleared his throat, everyone went silent as he did it to gain everyone's attention, then he continued