Fanfic Trails Of Cold Steel Novels & Stories

No it's made of pure steel. He got into the car with Eva while the driver drove off. He made calls and sent emails to all the people Eva was supposed to see making up some sort of excuses. Eva looked at Madrid as they drove by. She can't believe how much the city has changed since she left. She remembers the city as where she lost everything and she tagged it as where she'll regain all she lost. Ever since she got back, she's always wanted to go check on this particular place. The Acosta empire.

Lucy The bike roared beneath me, a beast alive with fire and steel, and I clung to it like my life depended on it. Maybe it did. My arms tightened around Blake’s jacket, the leather rough against my cheek. The cold night air cut through me, but the heat of his body under that jacket was steady, grounding.

"He cheated. I got over it." Helen gave me a look. "Girl, you cut your hair and started dressing like you're about to ruin someone's life. That's not 'getting over it.' That's revenge arc energy." I laughed under my breath. "Maybe it is." We grabbed iced coffees and sat on one of the benches outside the library. The campus was busy as usual ... students rushing between classes, a group of guys tossing a football on the quad, and a bunch of hockey fans already wearing Eagles merch even though it wasn't a real game day.

Andrea woke up to the now familiar, yet unbearable, pain that had been plaguing her for days. Every muscle in her body ached, and the heat within her was becoming more intense, making it nearly impossible to think clearly. She lay in bed, curled up and clutching her pillow tightly. The room was filled with Logan's scent, which oddly brought her a semblance of calm amidst the chaos her body was experiencing.

The realization was a dagger through Lisa's heart, exacerbating her pain from the physical assault she had endured. At that moment, Lisa understood the magnitude of the battle she faced. Not only did she need to prove her innocence, but she also had to confront the twisted perception that had clouded Alex's mind. She needed to uncover the truth but how? In the center of the room, a worn-out concrete floor offers no warmth or comfort, its rough surface showcasing years of wear and tear. Despite the frigid temperature, the floor remains perpetually moist, causing a slight dampness that permeates the space. Each step produces a faint echoing sound as if the room itself mourns its neglected stat

_______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series He lowered his head, his pupils burning like an ignited flame. "Maybe you think you can escape from me... BUT YOU CAN'T GET AWAY FROM ME", He whispered softly in her ears, causing her to shiver under his gaze. He was her WARMTH. She was his PEACE. but everything was not this simple at all. *** Zafira Wilder, a 30-year-old divorcee, thought she had escaped the shadows of her past, but her world is about to be shattered.

Alanna lay sprawled across the floor, drenched in blood and utterly ruined. If not for the faint rise and fall of her chest, I would have thought she was dead. “Lewis…” she whispered weakly. I felt a flicker of surprise at hearing her voice and turned toward her. Tears shimmered in her eyes as she looked in my direction. I had always treated her as my cherished jewel, never lifting a finger to harm her. In the past, seeing her in such a pitiful state would have filled me with heartache and rage, ready to avenge her.

The Organization provided his temporary office; they coordinated with him and asked for his help with this case. While driving, he passed by a bar. He stopped his vehicle for a moment; fortunately, he found a parking space. "It's been a long day, I think... I need a drink," Tris muttered softly. The ambiance of the bar was very relaxing; that's what Tris noticed earlier while entering the said bar. It wasn't too noisy, and it looked safe here. There were security personnel on guard and even CCTV cameras. "SN THIRST"—the bar's name. And that caught his attention. He was curious about the name of the bar; whoever thought of this business name was very clever.

They didn’t know about that. Reynolds did. He made sure of it. I keyed in the fail-safe code with blood-stained fingers. The panel blinked green. The door clicked open. Cold air rushed out like a whisper. Like a welcome. I collapsed inside, dragging the towel with me, eyes burning, heart pounding. I was going to kill them. One by one. No more pawns. No more games. Just vengeance. I looked at my reflection in the polished steel wall. Half of my face was burned — red, blistered, and ruined. My right eye swollen. My cheek split.