Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes Of Grindelwald

Every Christmas Eve, the heir of the Marco mafia family—Adrian Marco, must follow the family tradition: Draw a name to decide whether he’s allowed to marry me. Because I, Irene Cast, am not mafia-born. Unless he draws the slip with my name on it, he can’t take me as his wife. For four years, Adrian has drawn four times. And not once did he draw my name. I always thought he fought with his family because of me— that he was willing to risk losing his position as the Don, just to choose me. Every time he failed, he held me so tightly and whispered, “It’s okay. There’s always next year.” And I loved him so much it hurt. Hurt enough that I was willing to wait, year after year. This year, I told myself: If he still doesn’t draw my name… I’ll secretly switch the result. I sneaked to the door of Adrian’s study, and heard his younger brother ask: “Don… every year you do draw Irene's name. Why do you pretend you didn’t? Is it because you still can’t let Sera go?” But he simply said, in a flat voice, “Sera needs me for something urgent. Do what you always do: swap Irene’s name for a blank one.” He walked out without looking back. Instead of swapping, he tossed the blank slip into the trash, left the one with my name on the table, and hurried after Adrian. I went inside, picked up the blank slip from the trash, and replaced the one with my name. Watching my own name fall into the garbage. Adrian…I don’t want to wait and marry you anymore. I’ll grant you your choice.

Born of Magic. Marked by Darkness. Bound for a Fate No One Understands. Elarion Valtor is no ordinary student. Raised in the Tower by the most powerful mage of the Human Kingdom, he carries within him a forbidden sigil—an ancient mark that whispers in his mind and glows with power he barely understands. When he's forced to attend the Kingdom’s most prestigious magic academy, he enters a world of politics, legacy, and hidden daggers behind noble smiles. The royal heirs are watching. The professors are testing. And something buried deep within the academy begins to stir when Elarion walks through its halls. Whispers of an ancient prophecy resurface. A statue cracks. A crystal shatters. As the line between destiny and manipulation blurs, Elarion must decide: will he forge his own path—or become the weapon they fear he already is?

I was the last one to find out that Rowan River was going to be a dad. When I arrived at the hospital, I saw him giving orders to his staff. "Don't let the news of the baby leak out. If Angela finds out, she'll definitely come back and cause a scene." I had liked him for ten years, and a year ago, I confessed my feelings to him. At the time, he said, "Wait until you finish school and come back, then we'll be together." I found it laughable. This time, though, I didn't react like before. I didn't yell at him or ask why he had lied to me. Instead, I boarded a plane and left the country, agreeing to marry the guy who had been pursuing me recently. From that moment on, I no longer loved Rowan.

After three miscarriages for Xavier Lowe, I see it—my mother-in-law has three years left, my father-in-law nine years, and my sister-in-law two years. I say nothing. After the third miscarriage, my mother-in-law blames me, calling me a curse who "kills" children. My sister-in-law sneers, saying she almost died in a car crash the year I married Xavier—as if my bad luck dragged her down. My mother-in-law snaps, "She can't even keep a child. It must be because she's cursed!" Xavier just stands there, silent. He doesn't say a single word for me. I know that, deep down, he believes that I bring bad luck. Maybe it's also because he already has someone else—his secretary, Yvette Snyder. His mother has always liked her better, and he clung to her the night I lost my third child. I don't explain because I know the truth will only destroy them faster. On my 28th birthday, I catch a glimpse of my own countdown in the mirror. On that day, I take a leave of absence. I go to the funeral home and pick out an urn—pure white, just like the wedding dress I once wore. Wearing a beautiful floral dress, I text Xavier, asking him to meet me at the lake where we first met ten years ago. I wait from daylight until nightfall as my countdown ticks to zero. I die, and he never shows up.

“Come with me,“ he ordered.  “I'm not going anywhere!“ Freya stood her ground, looking up at his blank face.   Something flashed past his dark eyes as he heard her. “You really have some guts, don't you?“   “Well, I don't care what this is. I don't care why I'm in a wedding gown and why I'm being treated like I chose this. You could kill me if you want. But I'm not—”   “Is this about the kiss, my Lady?“ he asked, sounding amused.  Freya wanted the ground to open up and swallow her at that moment. Her face went scarlet red and she almost forgot the other reason why she was angry. “Why should I care about the fact that you didn't kiss me? I barely know you and—”   “Right.“ That was all he said before he gently grabbed her waist and crushed his lips on hers...

Adira had always been cast aside, different, overlooked. It never used to bother her but when she got her wolf things changed. She was labelled a freak, one of few wolves who could full body shift, one who (just maybe) held the secrets to a cure for lycanthropy itself, if only the experiments would work. She wouldn't make it easy for them though and, lucky for her, she knew someone with just enough darkness running through his blood to be able to help her. All she had to do was convince him. 18+ Content Third Person POV

They say there are seven people in the world who looks exactly alike, and Kai Ellis happens to find someone who looks like his past lover. When he thought he is falling for the new girl named Liana, is he right or he's just driven by her face looking like his ex?

"Mira!" She hears her name being called sweetly, and feels the presence of someone whose voice bring more warmth than her husband's. "Mira!!" A voice who warns her and loves her more than she could ever imagine, and a being whose unrequited love would never be. Memories of lingering attachment to a woman and a family she is unfamiliar with, and a new family with many dark secrets to hide. A repetition of history and a forbidden love that can never be. Still someone hiding in the shadows devotes himself to bringing her happiness. He who is a being with the greatest sins amongst them all. 'A devil' as they call him. Dedicates his life to her. Was history wrong, or is there more to the tale of these two.

Outside the wrecked world of the Alphas, one could see the Neverseen, the light that spread about, form by the civilized world that far prime of the Alphas. The Neverseen have long been awake and far knowledgeable than the Alphas. They height above one can ever imagine. So tall that even the Alphas and its subject could comparable to nothing, not even dots. There, one could see the march of Neverseen, or what could be called as giant in the Alphas World. Amidst the march, there's this tiny planet that surround with smoke that distorted about in the outskirt of the way, and comparable only as the dots in the Neverseen's eyes. So nothing that even they were the threat if discover, they able to overcome the changes. Strangely, this dots of a planet connected, by the use of the white strand, to the tiny being that almost seem a dust that vibrated about. This tiny being as a whole that scattered around could fit at the hands of the giant, and can even form a city there and new system. Only if they were awake that they will realize everything. In this time and age, their eyes have never been once open since the beginning of time. They as if sleep for all eternity, or was curse to never awakened! But they have the blood of the Alphas, and even the curse that stop them to realize the Origin, they will to awake in no time!

Iseoluwa, a cold hearted guy returned home to avenge the brutal killings of his family that took place sixteen years ago. Staying in a foreign country at such a young age played a huge role in his finding solace in reading various novels on disorders. The scene of his family being brutalized was forever engraved in his memory. The thought alone was heart wrenching. Iseoluwa decided to avenge their deaths. Having gathered extremely smart people, he returned to Nigeria.However, things he didn't plan for took charge. He was framed of murders and the police got into action. The scheme became tougher. Why wouldn't it? What crime case remained the same when Ewawummi was in charge? An uptight lady officer who found pleasure in locking criminals behind the bars.Read as the game fully began. In a manipulative world like this, how far would Ewawummi go with her uptight nature?