Evening Sky Painting

Merida was a certified black sheep of the family. She loves to hear her grandmother's story about fairies, dragons, pirates and princesses and her favorite was the tale about the legendary pirate named Escarial, and a Princess called Athalia. Listening to her grandma’s folktales was her routine all throughout her eighteen years of existence. That’s why when her grandmother died without having at least a last talk with her, she turned badly depressed. She didn’t go to school at all, and just stayed in her grandmother’s room to lock herself away from the rest of the world. Three days after her grandmother’s funeral, strange things happened in her room. The painting her old woman often gazed on suddenly moved and glowed. She succumbed to it, helpless, and had nothing to do to save herself because of the force that was beyond overwhelming. The next thing she knew, she was in North Sonnenfield. What’s more shocking to her was the name she’s called as by her servants; Princess Athalia—the heir of the throne, and the only daughter of King Eldar of North Sonnenfield. She was in awe, because she remembered that King Eldar was the character in the story. The palace where she found herself lost was the same place where the brave princess who ventured the dangerous sea had lived. She loves being in a Sonnenfield. However, she knew to herself that the day will come when she would wake up from a dream. But life always has a twist because Captain Escarial came to the scene. She expects that he will be gentleman just like pirate captain in the book. But to her horror, this Captain Escarial is snobbish, rude and proud. Oh, how she hates him!

He’s my enemy, it has been this way since the bond of the ancients and yet, ever since the first moment I saw him, I’ve wanted him in the most primal way. One look at him and my womb contracted as my body secreted its juices as if preparing to mate.Thousands of years ago a vampire-fairy mating went very wrong, ending in the death of one and the permanent insanity of another, causing a rift between the two clans that has lasted until this day. Now crown prince Lucien Star of the sky kingdom, home of the ruling clan of vampires who also rule over the rest of the immortal world finds himself imprinted on a fairy living in the human world. He has only seven days to bring her to heel or his life could go up in flames, literally.But when he spies on her as she takes her early morning swim in the little lake beside her woodland home, he senses that there’s more to his future bride than at first glance. Something that can make an already dangerous situation much-much worst.

“You think I care for what happens to my life?” “The last thing that is certain to happen to all humans is death. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” * Gemma thought that in her life she would never go out while Elenio’s sky was still dark. But after she moved to Ayria, the capital of Elenio, she had that opportunity. Living in a country that has a curfew, Gemma and the millions of people in Elenio never get to enjoy the atmosphere after sunset. Elenio is a beautiful small country in the South Pacific Ocean. At first glance, this country looks like an ordinary country, but actually, this little country holds a big thing: Draconian. Night creatures that roam and kill humans. Of all the inhabitants of Elenio, only the Arcthurian, a special force formed to fight the Draconians, had ever seen the figure of this monstrous creature. Gemma’s work at a nightclub, a forbidden place in Elenio, the actions of her childhood best friend, Jonathan, and Gemma’s encounter with a mysterious handsome man, brings Gemma to be involved in Archturian. Until finally Gemma finds out that the curse of this country is closely related to her.

I was in a car accident on my way to my son, Nathan’s piano competition. Ignoring my injuries, I limped to the venue just in time for the awards ceremony. Nathan won the gold medal. With excitement shining in his eyes, he ran toward me. But as I smiled at him, he turned and placed the medal around the neck of my husband’s first love, Janine Beck. My husband of ten years, Christopher Frost, looked at me with irritation. “Look at what you’re wearing! You’re filthy, like a beggar,” he said cruelly. “Don’t come to Nathan’s celebration dinner tonight—he’s embarrassed by you!” I stayed silent and went alone to the hospital to have my injuries checked. Later, I returned to the villa, drenched in the rain, only to find the doors locked against me. I knocked on the door in the pouring rain for the entire night. At dawn, when the first light broke across the sky, I sent Christopher a message: [Let’s get a divorce. As you wish, I will no longer be an eyesore in your lives.]

Ruby Colton is unlike any other Omega you’ve ever seen. She’s bold, sassy, and has the smarts to keep her alive. Though she has no single strength or power because of her small wolf, she’s hard working enough to make up for her flaws with her quick wits and bright brilliance. Lucian Pierce, who is also known as the ‘Dark Devil’, has no place for troublemakers in his pack. But he contradicts this rule of his by himself when he usurps the Blue Sky pack where Ruby is from and gives the sly troublemaker a place in his pack. Ruby needs Lucian’s protection to live peacefully away from her psychotic adoptive brother who wants her gone. Lucian needs Ruby’s wisdom to keep his pack safe from an uprising of a dangerous new breed of rogues. Ruby and Lucian being together is a complex juxtaposition of contradictions. But what can they do when the universe wants them to be together and their fates are entwined? They have no choice but to be life companions in that case.

Everyone says I'm lucky to be Frosthowl pack's Luna because my Alpha mate, Matthew White, loves me dearly. I love roses and fireworks, so he buys all that are available on my birthday. When it's almost midnight, he kisses me tenderly and says, "I'll turn you into a Luna that everyone envies, Amber." The fireworks light up the sky above the castle of roses he's built for me, and they go on for the rest of the night. They make it seem brighter than day. He and I do it underneath the fireworks and flowers throughout the night, and I accidentally catch a cold. Matthew is so guilty that he summons the pack's best healer to treat my inconsequential cold. All the werewolves treat our mate bond as a symbol of true love. However, just moments ago, I found a torn pair of black stockings in his suit jacket's pocket. I never wear those. However, his secretary, Beth Seymour, who helps him deal with the pack's matters, wears them every day.

What happens when a cold and ruthless billionaire notices a sweet timid girl who is working her ass off to climb the top, and gets infatuated by her.. But slowly as he goes beneath the surface, he realized that she is not shy at all. The girl is strong and beautiful, she carried her fears on her shoulder and make it look like a pair wings. That very moment he decides he wants her. Avery would have never thought that she will meet someone like Riccardo, who will mess up her straight life and end up in her heart. But what was even more tempting being that he was no ordinary CEO, with the infatuating dark aura, he was the son of the God of the sky himself -Zeus. Would Avery still accept him knowing the dark secret of his birth and will Riccardo still be able to hold on to the only light he found in the form of a woman in his dark life. Will both of them hold their ground or fall in to the dark temptation? A story of two people driven with the passion for love, power and respect and enveloped with just a bit of dark Greek magic.

I was five months pregnant when my husband, James Fletcher, allowed his mistress to invade our lives—on the very night of our wedding anniversary. But she didn’t just come to flaunt her presence. She came to take my life. Pregnant and vulnerable, I confronted her, desperately clinging to my dignity. But the fight ended with me tumbling down the staircase, my swollen belly crashing against the cold, hard ground. Blood seeped across the floor, vivid and unrelenting. James only arrived after hearing about his precious mistress’ ordeal. He stood there, staring at the pool of blood, at my broken body. But instead of helping me, he rushed to her side. She had nothing but a few superficial scratches, yet he swept her off to the hospital like she was the one dying. By the time he returned, my child was gone. The doctors barely managed to save me. And what did James do? He struck me in front of everyone, his words sharper than the sting of his hand. "Lisa only wanted to bring you a Christmas gift, and you attacked her out of nowhere! You shameless witch!" “She didn’t force her way in! What nonsense! I gave her the house key ages ago. You just can’t stand that she’s prettier and kinder than you!" “You didn’t just hurt her. You killed my child! You vile, despicable woman. Why couldn’t it have been you instead?” Lisa stood beside him, pretending to comfort him while flashing me a smug, victorious smirk. James’s vicious tirade didn’t stop there. He dragged my name onto the internet, painting me as a monster.

Two decades earlier, the realms of the Four Courts waged war against the covens of witches. Neither side would yield, though both were bleeding themselves dry in a war that spanned five brutal years. The Courts relied on their noble bloodlines, the witches on their wild and ancient spells. Each skirmish ended in ash, with neither enemy capable of breaking the other. Then a sorcerer from the Courts revealed a weapon: an octagonal crystal forged from eight different stones, each carved from the essence of a court. On the battlefield, before witches or nobles could comprehend what was happening, the crystal ignited. A blinding eruption of light burst forth, eight rays fusing into one unbearable brilliance. It was not merely sight that was torn away in that flash — but power, essence, and soul. Both Courts and witches alike fell, drained of the magic that had defined them. When the light faded, the battlefield lay silent under a sky of glittering dust. The enchantments were gone. The witches’ spellcraft, the courts’ line-born sorcery — extinguished forever. Neither side had won. Both had lost. And magic never returned.

Yvanna Summer dreamed of marrying a billionaire as it was the only way she could think of she could be of help to her deprived family. Indeed she married one, Norman Paul dela Vega, who inherited his grandfather's multi-billion corporation. She endured her ruthless and cold-hearted mother-in-law and busy husband. Living with Norman for the past seven years, Yvanna kept her mouth shut despite the unfair treatment she received from everyone in the mansion. One morning, Norman came home from his one-week election campaign and handed her a duly signed divorce agreement. His reason? Yvanna failed to do her job being his wife. But that was not the case for her. She knew deep inside, that she was the wife material for every man. "Five million dollars for those who can give me the exact address of my wife's whereabouts!" He announced with conviction in the middle of his press conference. "Another five million dollars for those who can bring her to me alive and unscratched." Norman found her, wearing an elegant evening gown, and was the most gorgeous woman who joined the festival pageant. Without wasting a second of his time, Norman bought her flowering offer worth ten million dollars, in exchange, SAVING THE LAST DANCE for him. They got the chance to talk and claimed her to be his wife. Unfortunately, Yvanna remembers nothing about him. What would Norman do in this kind of situation?