His Hidden Rise After Losing Everything Novels & Stories

Neither of the two gave way to their true feelings for the other, just for Serafina's sake. And speaking of Serafina... "Give..." Alessio stammered out with a shaky breath, recalling that he had the Regnante hidden away in his bedroom, and given her nature, she had just heard everything. "Give me a moment," Standing up from his place, he walked to his room and cursed under his breath to see the door ajar. Pushing it open, his heart ached in his chest to see his window thrown open as he gritted his teeth.

"You want me to give up the light." "I want you to live." Ronan coughed, and blood flecked his lips. "I want you to save the world. I want you to be the Hidden Luna I always knew you could be. And if the cost is that you forget me... then so be it. I have lived long enough, Lira. I have loved you enough. If my last gift to you is my absence, I give it freely." "I won't." Tears blurred her vision. "I won't forget you. You're the only one who ever saw me — the real me. Not the Hidden Luna. Not Clara's heir. Just... Lira. If I lose you, I lose myself."

The undead horse collapsed into a heap of dry bone and pale dust, blowing away in a sudden, violent gale that erupted from the south. Killian stood frozen at the edge of the precipice, his amber eyes fixed on the bruised, purple sky expanding across the southern horizon. The heat of his radiant arm burned bright, but for the first time since we had sealed the deep, his broad shoulders were tense with a dark, terrible realization. We had won our home. We had freed our people. But in breaking our chains, we had unsealed the world.

And he was the very last person I wanted to run into. I turned on my heel, desperate to blend into the shadows of the catering kitchen. I just needed to hide for the rest of the night. If I could stay in the back, washing glasses or prepping trays, I could get my money and leave without anyone noticing me. “Nora?” Oh, no. She had seen me! I froze in my tracks. Closing my eyes for a fraction of a second, I forced my expression into something blank before turning around. Jennifer walked toward me, her heels clicking loudly against the marble. The group of women followed her like a pack of loyal wolves.

A sequence of rising tension that Julian had used to hide his secrets. I thought, the words forming in my mind with the cold precision of a final draft. The hero is safe, but the war has just changed domains. We aren't fighting for a person anymore. We’re fighting for the truth of a dead man. I looked out the window. The city was a blur of orange streetlights. Somewhere out there, Ethan Vance was sitting in a room, realizing his masterpiece was falling apart. He had the money. He had the lawyers. He had the "Project_Revenge" frame.

The water keeps pouring, and I continue to stand there, sobbing miserably. My wolf’s distress mirrors my own, a continuous whine that seems to come from the depths of my soul. Finally, I shut off the water and step out, discarding my wet clothes and wrapping a towel around my waist. My reflection in the mirror shows a broken man with red eyes, tear-stained cheeks, and a haunted expression. I’ve lost her. It's now obvious that I’ve truly lost my Jess. The realization hits me with crushing force. I stumble to my bedroom, collapsing onto the bed without bothering to dry off or dress up.

What was going on here? “Perhaps...” he murmured, eyes couldn't be more serious than it already had. “Just like me, once died couldn't be detected as remaining child to live. But Mother... That was not possible for her,” he could only sighed. The next moment, he disappeared out from the Rice Field. The next moment he appeared, Hwagu was far away and was like at the top of nowhere. Strangy, that top of nowhere was none other than the Curse Mountain!

Just the dark to hide me. I drove to the private gym just outside our estate, a grand, silent mansion with a world-class gym inside. The security guard gave me a nod and handed me the keys like always. I paid him well to keep my visits secret. I couldn’t go to public gyms anymore. The stares. The whispers. The people are mistaking me for a pregnant woman. Gush, the shame is just too much. I stepped into the gym and closed the door behind me. The room was spotless. The equipment shone under the ceiling lights.

Tray groaned. "D-dad!" David exclaimed. He kneels and walks to Diane, tugging on her dress. Blood drips from his head as he looks up, staring at the woman's cold, dull eyes. "P-please! I'll - I'll tell you where the money is, so spare us!" "D-don't! They're just playing with you, David! They won't kill us." Tray uttered confidently. Riam pressed his knee harder on Tray's back, earning a pained grunt from the man. His eyes glistened in amusement as he watched the old man struggle under him.

“Do you know if it’s possible to hide a Fated Mate?” Frannie looked up from the medical text that she was reading. “Why would anyone want to do that? Fated Mates are so rare nowadays.” “I mean, say I have this friend—” She chuckled. “Like you have any friends besides me.” Then, after a moment, her eyes went wide. “Mel, what did you do?!” Telling Frannie about the encounter that I had in the forest was absolutely humiliating. “I can’t have a Fated Mate,” I said finally. “That’s not what I want.”