Romans & histoires Forgotten Paradise

You took away our mother once from me, I will make sure you don't get your way this time I couldn't breathe one bit after Malcom said Dawn was dead. She's given me so much and yet i.couldnt give her anything back I wished to one day make her mine and only mine. Put a ring on her that made her my girl forever I want to watch our kids grow and play I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her and make sure each day on earth would only be like paradise for her Cause that's what she gave me ...A paradise to live ..through the ruling.Malcom.The throne ...she was my paradise

The kind of place where memory clung to the bones of the land and refused to let go. Serena stood at the ridgeline, her cloak snapping behind her, and stared at what lay below. Once, long ago, Fortress Valley had been a sanctuary. A neutral ground where old clans met, where peace was brokered between wolves, witches, and kings. But that was before the Gate opened beneath it. Before the soil turned red and the sky above it refused to clear. Now, it was just another scar. Mira coughed beside her, eyes watering from the thick air. “The magic here is twisted. Can you feel it?”

My fingertips hover above her cheek as I remember summer nights when touching her wasn’t complicated by years of bitterness. Five years ago, her brother stole everything from me—my business, my reputation, nearly my life. Tonight, fate delivered his most precious possession directly into my hands. Complete amnesia. The words echo through my mind and settle like foundation stones beneath a plan that forms with each passing second. “If you don’t remember who you are,” I whisper to her sleeping form, “then I’ll tell you exactly who you need to be.” A wedding ring sits heavy in my pocket—a prop from an undercover operation last year that I had Mateo fetch. Perfect for convincing a woman with no

“This is where it gets interesting.” Tamara turned the page. *The Moon-Blessed served the Forgotten God for thousands of years. But they were slaves, not kids. Tools, not people. Until one stood up the strongest Bridge ever born.* The picture showed a woman who looked just like Tamara—same silver and gold hair, same strange eyes, same impossible beauty that wasn't quite human. *She killed the Forgotten God. Or tried to. Gods don’t die easy. They become something else, something smaller. They hide in bloodlines and wait.*

How they'd built the sanctuary specifically to feed it, to keep it satisfied, to ensure it never fully woke. And she saw something else. The Forgotten had agreed to this arrangement. In its own way, it had chosen to be contained rather than continue its solitary existence. It had decided that feeding on the consciousness of others was better than the eternal isolation of existing alone. "You understand now," the Forgotten said to Luna, its vast consciousness mingling with hers. "You understand that I am not enemy or hunter. I am simply a being that chose captivity over loneliness." "I understand," Luna replied. "And I'm sorry that you've been kept hidden, that no one acknowledged what you ar

"It is the ability to exist in the Choir without losing the Self. It is the end of the 'Forbidden' era and the beginning of the 'Permitted' Era. You will be the translators between the Silence and the Noise. You are no longer the heirs of a company. You are the custodians of the soul." The Legacy of the Paradox Sarah returned to Earth as a Contractor for the Universe. The Thirteenth Frequency was a heavy burden; it meant that Earth was now the neutral ground for the entire galaxy. It was the "Universal Workshop" where other races would come to learn how to be individuals again. She stood on the Atuabo pier, the 1956 gas pipe still in her hand. The "Forbidden" war was over, but the "Permitted

The woman moved into the Shaw mansion like she had always belonged there, taking over everything that once belonged to Amber’s mother. Including her place. Her grandfather had left a massive estate behind for his daughter, but Amber’s father - Malcolm Shaw, seized everything for himself. Then, as if that was not enough, he threw his own child away like trash nobody wanted. Amber still remembered the cold morning she was sent away. Sixteen years had passed since then. Sixteen years without hearing from him. And now suddenly, he wanted her back. Amber sat silently inside her hotel room, staring at the letter in her hand. The paper had already wrinkled from how tightly she held it. Her luggage