False Protagonist

Ronan is a 19-year old man training to become a Nightblade, a magical monster hunter that kills the things that go bump in the night. The problem is, Ronan suffers from an ancient curse that prevents him from accessing his magic, no matter how hard he trains or pushes his limits. But that all changes one day when his temple is attacked by a new dark force, one so vicious and terrifying that not even the most powerful spellcasters and Nightblades are able to fend it off. And when this monstrous army leaves behind a fragment of metal that Ronan puts into a sword, Ronan finds that his magic is unlocked through the power of the Black Hellblade. Now, Ronan must discover what exactly a good man is to do with evil magic. Join Ronan on his harrowing quest for strength through a brutal, cold world in this medieval, fantasy, level-up adventure.The Black Hellblade is created by Samuel Rust, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

His silence gave me my answer but I still can’t believe it. I can’t believe I fell for someone like him. I wipe my tears as I sniffle my words out "Why did you lie to me." "I can explain, I love yo-" "No, you don’t." I cut him off not wanting to hear those words from him. I think I have heard enough of his lies but not anymore. "You don’t love me, you never did." "Just let me explain." He says "No, I won’t. Because I do, you will lie again and lying isn’t love." I say as I felt my throat close up. He stayed silent probably because he doesn’t know what to say to me. How would he, words cannot explain the lies he has told me and the heartbreak that I am going through right now. ———————————————————— The book starts with the protagonist Ivy, whose life evolves with parties and one-night stands but that ended after the death of her boyfriend Evan. Ivy took a hard time getting over his death especially because he had the strangest death; Evan was feasted by a wolf which came to be strange because the wolf didn’t lay a finger on Ivy. Tyler is a businessman who had been wanting to take over his family. But could only do that after he gets married. When Ivy gets informed about her marriage with Tyler which was just in two days, she gets sore wondering who the groom was. Having no option, Ivy gets ready to marry him but on their wedding day, after taking vows Tyler’s older brother, Jason walks up and stops the wedding.

The day my brother, Chester Rodney, came to the orphanage to take me home, my boyfriend Dominic Huxley looked at me coldly and said, "If you choose to acknowledge your birth family, we're over." I knew he had his pride—he could never accept the difference in our social standing. So, for him, I turned my back on the family I had yearned for my whole life. In the decades that followed, I toiled without complaint, saving every cent to help him rise to success. By the time I was not yet fifty, overwork had worn me down. Lying on my deathbed, my breathing shallow and weak, I watched Dominic on television. He was now an acclaimed scientist, just awarded the nation's highest research honor. Tears welled in his eyes as he thanked another woman. "All these years," he said, "I never felt worthy of Alicia. But now, maybe I can use this award as the prologue to a love I've owed her for decades." The "Alicia" he spoke of was the woman mistakenly switched with me at birth—the false heiress the Rodney family raised as their own. The camera zoomed out. Alicia Rodney stood radiant, graceful, and perfectly preserved by years of luxury, blushing as she accepted the trophy. "I waited for you for decades," she said sweetly, "but marriage is still something I'll need to ask my brother about." Chester, who had long taken over the family, looked at her with an indulgent tenderness tinged with something unspoken. "I was adopted by our uncle back then for one reason—to protect Alicia. Making the only princess of the Rodney family happy has always been my life's mission." Only then did I realize—everything I thought I had chosen freely, every sacrifice I made without regret, was nothing but a trap, carefully woven by two men, all for Alicia. The betrayal pierced my heart. I died without peace. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day Chester came to take me home from the orphanage. I glanced past the two men eyeing me with subtle disdain. Without hesitation, I stepped into the car. "Take me home," I said. This time, I'd send whoever stole my life back to the gutter they slithered from.