Keys Sound

In my previous life, I was born at the stroke of a cold, pitch-black midnight on New Year's Day, an omen the old town whispered about. They called me a Deathbringer's child, destined to guide the souls of the stillborn to rest. From the age of six, I carried small coffins alone to the graveyard by the church, burying them in silence. Each time, when I reached into the velvet shroud that wrapped the tiny casket, I would find a golden coin resting inside. My mother sold those coins for money, buying my brother a grand mansion, while leaving me behind in the crumbling family house to keep doing the work. No one expected the world of Haunts to descend. However, those coins turned out to be tokens of command, keys that bound the Haunts of the apocalypse to my will. With them, I became the Empress of the End, feared by all, ruling with every resource at my command.

"It might sound lame but… I'm talking about marriage here. Marry me and I'll protect you even to the point that you already don't need my protection. And in return, you have to act as my wife and help me score my trillions inheritance. Deal?”

Xiamara Joy Orprecio is known habitue of contest, either pageantry or modeling. Everyone knows her. Everyone adores her passion and talent, reason why she don't have any problem in maintaining her self-esteem and cofidence. But just like a strong sound of applauses and cheers she have received, her

SO here I am practically standing at the alter waiting to get married to the man of my dreams.Then he comes back into my life! How do I deal with the fact I still want him so badly after all of this time?What does he want after all of this time?Lacey Ryan’s perfect life was well underway, until a betrayal blindsides her and changes everything. She needs a fresh start, so the last person she expects to offer her one is Tristan Keys, a man from her past.It’s simple - first class flights, the chance to see the world, and maybe a little harmless flirtation while she’s at it.There’s just one thing: Tristan happens to be her brother’s best friend.Entangle Me is created by Maggie Way, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

During the two months that I was away for a competition, my neighbors insulted me in the neighborhood’s common group chat. [The girl living on the ninth floor, you look like a decent girl. Why are you bringing so many men back home every day?] [Can you moan a little softer? I don’t care if you’re a sex worker, but if you keep making loud noises until midnight, don’t blame me for calling the police!] [Don’t call the police yet. I haven’t had my turn. How much are you charging, Charlene?] My heart sank. Before I left for my competition, I had asked my boyfriend, Jacob Smith, to take care of my luxury river-view apartment. That way, he could keep an eye on my expensive paintings. What was happening? I rushed home in confusion, but when I opened the door, I was further dumbfounded. My 3,000-square-foot apartment had been partitioned into 30 rooms. Meanwhile, Jacob’s childhood friend, Prissy Black, was holding a string of keys as she collected rent money. When they saw me, everyone started laughing. “What? Are you here to rent from Prissy after learning that she’s providing cheap rooms in such a pristine location? “Too bad everyone knows that you’re eyeing her boyfriend. You won’t be able to benefit from doing such a thing!” I was extremely furious as I approached Jacob to talk about it. However, he told me that it was Prissy’s dream to be a landlady. He asked me not to pay it any mind and to treat it as doing a good deed. “You’re rich anyway. Don’t be so calculative. Everyone’s happy now, so what’s wrong with that?” The keys tinkled in Prissy’s hand as if they were taunting me. “This house doesn’t welcome stray animals like you. You have yourself to blame for not having such a nice boyfriend.” The two of them acted all lovey-dovey in front of me, and I immediately called the police. “Someone’s trespassing on my property, and my painting that’s worth 15 million dollars has gone missing. What type of punishment would this entail?”

With her hair sprawled across the pillows, Isadora warped her legs around Vincent's waist, trapping him with her. The strength of what was building was staggering and it edged dangerously closer with every thrust. The high was torturous. If he stopped, she'd cry. Cry, and beg. And maybe kill… "Vincent!~" Isadora cried out in ecstasy. At the sound of his name on her lips, Vincent lost control, grinding and pumping his shaft, squeezing out his climax, a deep and guttural sound forced itself out of his throat. He could hear the sound of blood roaring in his ears. *** Lance Martinez Pedro, is a Don dominating the world of Mafia's. A ruthless genius with an unshakeable empire and a madman with a history of having the peculiar habit of using humans, particularly young children as lab rats to test out his top projects. In one of his causal exploits, Vincent Antonio Fernandez, the son of a powerful neighbor Mafia, got to be one of the victims and the most used material for his experiments as his body was the most compatible. Night and day, these children had to suffer greatly… gradually losing their minds and humanity… in most cases ultimately into addiction. More than a decade later, Vincent is a free man, managing his own Mafia empire, his Influence heavily pressuring others and he is obsessed with getting revenge. Robbed of that opportunity, things take an ugly turn as he discovers his captor had a daughter, hidden in the country. She was manipulative, unrepentant, … She was all he hated. Getting her in his presence, he loathed her in an instant. He swore she would pay for her father's atrocities…. the pain he inflicted, the young lives he took… She shall inherit them all!

After taking a shower, I stepped barefoot onto the smart scale at home. A cheerful chime rang out. "Congratulations, Mia, you're in your second trimester. The baby weighs three pounds already!" I froze. I was pregnant? How did I not know? Heart pounding, I snatched up my phone and immediately called my husband. "What's going on with the scale at home? I'm pregnant?!" There was a moment of silence on the other end before his familiar, gentle chuckle came through. "Mila, it's just a scale. The data must be wrong. Maybe you're just too sensitive since you haven't been able to get pregnant." I hung up and connected the scale to Bluetooth. In the data log, I saw three months' worth of steadily increasing numbers. Grabbing my car keys, I headed straight for Mia Lane's university.

The hearse with the strange door came to a halt in front of the entrance. The sound of balls bouncing on the floor could be heard. There were children who cried in the middle of the night. Several footsteps, almost as if running around the corridor. Turning on and off the lights. Every time the wind blows, there are low whispers. At night, several hands roam around the body. "Who are they?" "Shh, they're our friends."

I see Grandfather, and he knows I see him. The people surround me, their faces red with anger. Grandfather raises his hands, eventually quieting them. "Toby... what have you done?" The colony world of Horus was a blissful utopia... until a curious little boy made one mistake and sent the world into a downward spiral of self-destruction. The world's gods were revealed to be nothing more than computers... and those computers are now failing. To pay for his mistake, Toby Spafford, now a man, must travel the deadly, ruined streets to find three missing keys that can activate a backup system created by his grandfather, Professor Jonathan Spafford. Dogging his every move are various factions that have grown to like the taste of power over the helpless citizens, and they'll do anything to stop him. In his favor, he is determined, intelligent, bitterly stubborn, and resourceful. Unfortunately... so are his enemies.

“I, Caleb Dominic Asher, reject you, Scarlett Rose Davis.” Those words were the most heartbreaking words that I'd ever heard and yet, they didn't sound foreign to me. It didn't come to me as a surprise either. Yes, werewolves were destined to be with their mates but we weren't destined to be. It hurt, but I'll take this pain.