Greek Tragedy

story with an intriguing mystery. It would be possible to be born a love in the middle of a tragedy

Melissa uses her son, Dominic, to get a revenge on a tragic experience. In order for her son to protect the love of his life, he agreed. He needs to act like an evil and betray Elie. She made Elie's family suffer, yet she's not satisfied, she wants more, she's getting worst. She even killed her parents. During the training Elie was at lost but when the tragedy happened, she promised herself to make the best out of herself, for her to be on top and for her family to have the justice they deserve. Gerlie planned to make her revenge, alone. She entered the training. A training where only children from the wealthy family's can join. A training where you need to excel or else you'll regret. An organization composed of multi-millionaires and billionaires all over the world. The F12. This organization is very mysterious for some people and it was hidden, only the 12 families were able to have the complete information and knowledge. She wants Melissa dead, like what she did to her parents, but she doesn't want Dominic to suffer and feel the pain she had left up until now. That night she decided to continue her plan only to see Dominic in front of her, begging her to stop. Gunshots filled the whole place. Would still their relationship come to an end? Would they have a happy ending?

England, 1876. Twenty-year-old Maraina Blackwood has always struggled to adhere to the restrictive standards of Victorian society, denying the courage and desire that burn within her soul. But after a terrifying supernatural encounter, Maraina's instincts compel her to action. Maraina soon discovers a plot to unleash a new world—one of demonic aristocrats, bloody rituals, and nightmarish monsters. Putting her upbringing aside, Maraina vows to fight the dark forces assuming control of England. But as her world transforms, Maraina finds that she too must transform...and what she becomes will bring out all that she once buried. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

ได้โปรดอย่าทำให้ความรักของเรา เป็นดั่งโศกนาฏกรรมของจูเลียตเลย Please don't make our love like the tragedy of Juliet "ได้โปรดพระผู้เป็นเจ้า ช่วยบอกข้าที ข้าจะต้องทำอย่างไรให้ความปรารถนานั้นเป็นจริง? มันช่างเป็บปวด ทรมานและทำได้เพียงร่ำไห้กับท้องฟ้ายามค่ำคืน หากแม้ว่าคำสาบานแห่งรักนั้นยังไม่แน่นอน ข้าก็ไม่มีอะไรจะเสียอีกต่อไปแล้ว" ครั้งสุดท้ายที่เห็นหน้ากันคือเราเพียงแค่จูบลา ครั้งสุดท้ายที่ยิ้มให้กันคือเราเพียงแค่กำลังโกหกผู้คนมากมาย ครั้งสุดท้ายที่เราจับมือกันคือตอนที่เขานั้นกำลังทุกข์ใจ แต่ไม่ว่าจะครั้งไหนก็ตาม เราก็ไม่เคยแม้แต่จะบอกว่ารักกัน ...จนกระทั่งวินาทีสุดท้ายก็ตาม...

Marco de Luca is the youngest son of a very powerful family in southern Italy, dedicated to the sale of flats and large luxury houses, or at least that is what they say they do exclusively... Incredibly successful and attractive, he seems to have everything. He is about to marry the beautiful Greek daughter of another influential family and to take over his father's business. But unexpectedly he must go to Barcelona to meet a distant cousin to resolve hidden family matters, which will lead to the birth of an intense passion and the opening of a dark past full of secrets that he never expected to discover.

I am not the type of girl who attracts men, my life is not very social and my best friend is my cat Salem. He dedicated me to writing, hanging out with my brother and sometimes with my few friends. Everything was normal until that Valentine's Day where everything changed for me. Two men burst into my life as if they were earthquakes, their auras indicating danger and they enveloped me in their life as if I had belonged there. My mother always said that men with tattoos were danger and a problem for girls. But these two Greek gods got me and now I'm part of the mob. This is my story

His determination to succeed drove Philip Omagbemi far from the shores of his country, and out of the reach of his beloved Ame Obasogie, heiress to the Obasogie dynasty, who, determined to keep the flames of her love for Philip burning, battled the odds as she rejected Dapo Adejare, her mother's choice of a husband for her. That was before tragedy struck, the tragedy that left its mark in the lives of all it touched and would make Philip's eventual homecoming sour...

King Roderick the son of the mad King Of arodona, he had a Greek God Body with the most dreamy eyes yet his aura is mysterious and yet dangerous he is the most cruel Rustless king of the all time he never knew what a competitor is until he met Cynthia the badass women she doesn't like royals but she admire Queen Athena the mad King's wife. If in her whole she ever something that was just to meet Her. What will happened when the fate wants something else? What will happened when the same personalities will meet? Will the game of war turn into love or hate?

Born as the younger twin, his destiny in life is to live in his brother's shadow. His beast is strong, the bringer of chaos, and he follows nobody's lead. Ryder leaves home and disappears for almost two years after realizing that his first love had a dark ulterior motive. He starts working as a hunter, killing the supernatural. A near death incident that leads to personal tragedy brings him home where he becomes the Sire of his own lair and sets him on his path for revenge and ultimately finding his own Drakaina. I went back upstairs just as Megan came out of the bathroom sporting a pair of my sweatpants and t-shirt that was way too big for her. “I was going to recommend the sweat pants, it might be big around your waist but your ass will fill it out,” I said as she turned to glare at me. “Meaning what exactly?” she asked me. “It’s just that your ass… never mind,” I said. “Are you saying I have a fat ass?” she asked me. “No!” I said quickly. “Then what?” she asked me as she stood with her hands on her hips. “Just forget I said anything,” I said to her trying to hide my embarrassment. “No! Tell me,” she said adamantly. “Fine! Your ass is perfect for… no I can't, I'm going to sound like a pervert,” I said as the pillow flew across my face. “Ryder!” she yelled her face a bright red. “You asked,” I said and ducked at the shoe heading for my face. “You're such an idiot,” she said as she looked at me, “stop looking at my ass.” “Are you wearing my underwear?” I asked her as I saw the edge of my boxers above the sweat pants.

Tunnels deconstructs the individual’s Romantic fascination with ‘love’ or the grammaticality of beauty. Ideally, the ‘tunnels’ in the collection are subterranean love poems from the suburban imaginary. These seemingly syntactic tunnels travel through one’s literary imagination or heterotopic dreamscapes, and while αγάπη (Greek for ‘love’) inspires these rhizomic tunnels to navigate the abysmal ‘meta-spectacle’ of gesture, language or moment of poemness, the mind like the many-colored jeepneys of Manila, where driving past roast goose restaurants in Shek Kip Mei or spotting stilt houses in Kampong Kleang, attempt to explore the transgeneric textualities of the everyday, alongside the unstructurality of time and space, the littoral and the liminal.