Lord Death Son Soul Eater

It was cold dark and lonely, she had brought the light, and for that reason, he would keep her, whatever it takes. On the day she is supposed to be married to her beloved, she is suddenly kidnapped by the most dangerous man in the country. He forces himself on her and imposes a marriage on her with a threat to kill the man she loves, and for that reason, she despised him to no end. He is the ruthless Don of the mafia world, he rules over the city and the country itself, not even the law can get to him. He kidnaps her on the day she is to be married to someone else and forcefully takes her to posses her so she could only belong to him and him alone. Excerpt: "You are mine," She shuddered as he took a threatening step towards her trapping her between himself and the wall behind, "Mine and no one else's, and the day you dare glance at another man with affection I will destroy him along with anything and everything he cares about, and if I have to annihilate the whole city even the whole country just to destroy him then I will gladly do so, and you will remain in the middle of it all with me and no one else." From trying to run away to hopelessly falling in love with the mafia lord who'd stolen her from another.

Three years ago, I was the most promising member of the Scientific Expedition Team. After entering Salakole, I was killed by my fiancé's true love, Vivian Fowler. She stole my supplies, scratched my face, and pushed me off the ship. I died with my second child in my belly. But when the rescue team came, Vivian said I had stolen her supplies and was going to flee. My fiancé, Winston Patton, wrote a report and erased me from the expedition team. From then on, I became a joke. All the people on the team looked down on me. Until three years later, someone discovered my long-frozen body.

Aricka Evangelista, a red-haired girl with a pair of pitch-black eyes, never knew that one day she'll be chased to death by something that kills and possesses the body of those who have seen a certain book, the Death of God. The book contains secrets of the light and the dark and according to the myth, everyone who touched and read it will be taken by an unknown force and their body will be used to also kill others who will next take possession of the book. The more she runs, the more people are affected, and the more they chase her, the more she discovers.

Sarah n'en croyait pas à ses oreilles. Comment est-ce que les choses ont pu prendre une telle tournure? Elle voulait juste un bébé, un petit bout de chou à elle toute seule et c'est pour cela qu'elle a procédé à une insémination anonyme dans une clinique. Mais quelle ne fut pas sa surprise de voir débarquer chez elle Enzo Martins, le richissime prince saoudien, sous prétexte que l'enfant qu'elle porte est le sien dû à une erreur d'insémination de la part du médecin? Elle refusera de croire à cela mais elle n'aura d'autre choix que de se prendre la réalité dans la figure surtout quand un être complètement hors du commun va tenter de la tuer. - Le monde surnaturel existe, Sarah. Les anges, les démons, les sorciers, les vampires... ils existent tous dans une dimension parallèle qui malheureusement est sous une menace bien considérable. L'enfant que vous attendez est la solution contre cette menace et de ce fait, vous courez un grand danger en le portant... Alors là, la jeune femme ne s'y attendait pas du tout. Monde surnaturel? Magie? Menace? Clé? Danger? Elle était pratiquement à côté de la plaque mais malheureusement pour elle, le compte à rebours a été lancé dès l'instant où l'insémination a été effectuée. Il n'y avait plus de retour en arrière. L'aventure s'annonce rude. C'était soit se sacrifier pour sauver tout un monde, soit sauver ses fesses et tenter de tout oublier. Mais la seconde option semblait non envisageable du moment où son cœur s’est vu attiré par Enzo. Une romance s’installera entre les deux jeunes gens mais c’était sans compter les surprises désagréables du destin… Puisse mon histoire vous plaire! N'hésitez pas à me follow si vous aimez mon travail. Merci!

Natali si Emely sa isang kasal na hindi niya ginusto at hindi kailanman gugustuhin. Ngunit para sa kaniyang pamilya, wala siyang hindi kayang gawin. Pinakasalan niya ang ama ng lalaking mahal niya, at nilunok ang lahat ng panghuhusga. Tiniis ang lahat ng masasakit na kapalaran, at pinilit lunukin ang kahihiyan. Kapalit ng pera, ibinenta niya ang sarili niyang kalayaan, pagmamahal, at kaligayahan. Sapat nga bang kabayaran ang pera kapalit ng kaniyang pagmamahal, kaligayahan, at kalayaan? Sapat nga ba ang pera para pawiin ang bawat masasalimuot niyang mga gabi? Sa pagpapakamartir at paghanap ng karamay, ano bang mas tamang piliin, kung ang pagpapakamartir ay papatay sa'yo at ang pagdamay ay mauuwi sa pangangaliwa? Saan hahantong ang kaniyang pag-ibig? Sa kaligayahan ba, katarungan, o sa bilangguan? [DISCLAIMER* The story contains sensitive themes such as marital rape, physical abuse, and adultery that are not suitable for young readers. The following chapters may trigger one's trauma. Read at your own risk.

“No! Please, Santiago--” I whimpered, as his hand seized my wrist with an iron grip, yanking me forward, dragging me effortlessly toward the chair he had pulled into the center of the room the night before. The symbol of my humiliation. He stopped right in front of the chair, spinning me around, facing him. "You want me to be your monster, mi ángel?" His hand grabbed my throat, tilting my chin up until my eyes locked with his dark gaze. I flinched from the sudden movement. "Cause I’ll be your favorite monster — just say the word, cariño." Santiago’s face hovered only inches from mine. His lips so close, I could taste the sweetness of his breath — once making butterflies take flight in my stomach, now curdling my insides into a cold, suffocating fear. Slowly, his free hand rose toward my face. I held my breath. His touch was deceptively soft and gentle, caressing my cheek. His thumb lingered against my lips, tracing them slowly, his eyes fixed there as he spoke — his voice soft, yet heavy with menace. "Divorce is not an option, mi amor. We took a vow five years ago. Remember?" He finally lifted his gaze to meet mine, catching every flicker of fear before he delivered his last words like a verdict: "Till death do us part."

The day before Chris Carter and I were supposed to get engaged, my parents sent me to prison. Three years later, when I was finally released, Chris was the only one who came to pick me up. I knew he despised me. I trembled, keeping my head down, hoping to slip away unnoticed. But he blocked my path, frowning. “Emily York? You stink.” He pinched his nose and told me to get in the car. I fell to my knees, desperately begging him not to take me home. If he did, I would die. He looked at me with chilling indifference and said, “Then go ahead and die.” I agreed. But later, he cried and begged me to stay alive.

Primo Javier Sandoval is a well-known actor from the Philippines who comes from a family of politicians. Although he is well-known, he has a secret that he keeps from everyone who watches him: a toxic mindset.

The boy, George Larson, whom I once saved as a child, when he was struggling with asthma, repaid my kindness by imprisoning me for seven long years. "Luna, you're my everything. I won’t let you out of my sight," he said, his voice filled with obsession. He tied my hands and feet, keeping me bound to the bed like a helpless doll, but I did not love him; I wanted to escape. In his madness, he set fire to my family’s ancestral home. The last traces of the Sachs burned to ashes, disappearing into the wind. He said that since my home was gone, I could just live with him and that it would be my new home. However, because I refused to let him touch me, he found someone else—a girl with a beauty mark under her eye, just like mine. The girl, drunk on his affection, thought I was trying to imitate her by faking the same tear-shaped mark. In a fit of jealousy, she gouged out my eyes. My face was covered with tiny, bleeding holes, blood streaming down my body. When George came home, the girl gleefully stuffed me into a trash bag, proud of her handiwork. “George, look! I caught some trash that broke into the house!” George did not even glance at me. He just loosened his tie, his voice calm and detached. “Just toss it where trash belongs.”

In the grand church where her dreams are meant to come true, Belva Moguel’s world shatters in an instant. A damning video plays—Pascha Romanov, the man she’s about to marry, tangled in betrayal with her best friend. The vows remain unspoken, the promises broken before they even begin. Heartbroken, Belva walks away from everything: the man she thought she knew, the family she cherished, and the perfect future she had once envisioned. Five years passed. In San Francisco, Belva rebuilds her life from the rubble of the past, living peaceful days with the big secret she’s been hiding: a little boy the world has never known, let alone his father. Yet, her fragile peace crumbles when destiny thrusts her back into the path of the man who once shattered her heart. A ghost from her past who ignites chaos with a single, reckless night of passion. His intoxicating charm pulls her into a whirlwind she swore she’d never revisit, leaving her reeling from the thunderous echoes of her mistake. Pascha is no longer the man she knew. He has turned into a cold, vengeful figure with a dark charm that shakes Belva's walls. Amidst the chaos, Belva must face the fact that Pascha has another woman by his side, while she desperately protects the secret about their son. As past and present collide, Belva is caught between love, betrayal, and a choice that could destroy everything. Can she hold on to the world she has built, or must she give up everything, once again?