Meteorite Blade Elden Ring Novels & Stories

His eyes drops to the wedding ring on my finger. Something shifts in his expression. Something sharp. Possessive. Furious. I had sex with my step son and I’m not even sorry. Well it’s wasn’t my intention to. I had no idea who he was. All I cared about that night was his hard body pressed against mine and his tongue circling the inside of my mouth and deep inside my thighs. But as I took off my veil and stare at the man in front of me, I knew I had started a spark that will soon turn into a full blown fire and consume us both.

Elara was never meant to be more than a mistake. After a one-night encounter with Adrian, a powerful man desperate to secure his inheritance, she finds herself pregnant—and trapped in a contract marriage built on cold terms and zero love. He promised her protection. He promised her stability. But he never promised her his heart. Because it already belonged to someone else. And when the woman he truly loves walks back into his life, Elara’s fragile world begins to crumble. Now, carrying his child and wearing his ring, she must decide- Is it worth staying in a marriage where she will always come second?

“Have you ever imagine yourself loving me,even for once?’” Giselle asked hopefully, expecting a positive answer. He laughed. “Look Giselle, everything between us is purely business and pleasure, nothing more ,don’t ever forget that “ Her phone continued to ring as she walked through the court’s hallway. Definitely ,she knew it was her family members . They might have heard what she just did; terminated her arranged marriage . At the same time, Julian,a famous billionaire and longtime crush of Giselle, had also being abandoned by his fiancée at the altar for another man. Desperate to finally be with the love of her life, without thinking about the consequences of her actions, offered herself as a replacement bride to spare him from embarrassment. After Giselle endured a loveless and toxic marriage for three years, Giselle begs for a divorce after being framed by Mrs Walker and Gwen,ex-fiancé of Julian. She vowed to find another man who would love, cherish and worship her as the queen she is. This was her wish if she was to marry a second time. A year later, they meet again. Julian confronted Giselle, demanding, “Do not let other men touch you!” “And what if I do?”, I resorted indifferently, shocking Julian with my new attitude. “You don’t want to know”, he replied in a raged tone. “Look Mr. Walker, I never liked my experience living with you and in case you forgot I’m not your wife anymore”, I shot back faunting my naked ring finger in his face. “Now if you would excuse me”, I continued before disdainfully turning and walking away, leaving him behind.

When I opened my eyes again, I was pinned against the floor-to-ceiling window of the skyscraper by my stepbrother, Rocco. The man I had been infatuated with for a decade. He panted, his hot lips and tongue trailing along my collarbone as he murmured, "Don't go." In my past life, on the night I received my acceptance letter from London Business School, Rocco got blind drunk. Late that night, I gave in to his pleas for me to stay. I willingly gave myself to him. After a debauched night, his cherished fiancée, Clara, caught me walking out of his room the next morning, my clothes in disarray. She ran out in tears, her parting words ringing in the air, "I'll let you have each other." A month after she disappeared, the family search party found her engagement ring at the edge of a cliff. At the bottom of the cliff lay mangled remains, battered by the waves until they were unrecognizable. Rocco clutched that ring and didn't sleep all night. On the surface, he acted as if nothing had happened, even arranging a trip for me to Sicily, telling me to go and relax. The night I landed, I was kidnapped by assassins from a rival family. I screamed for him to pay the ransom, only to hear him give the order himself over the phone: "Don't make her death a quick one. The Costello princess? She's nothing but a damn liability. Torture her. Break every bone in her body. " "This is what she owes Clara." You like playing games, Rocco. But in this life, I refuse to play along.

We'd been legally married for seven years, yet my CEO "fiance", Jared Lane, had ditched me at the altar thirteen times. At our first wedding, his assistant, Maeve Fischer, scraped her leg. I spent the entire day waiting alone at the ceremony. At our second wedding, he heard she was sick and tossed the wedding ring away to rush to her side. On every wedding day after that, some accident would conveniently happen to her. By the 13th time he bailed, I had had enough and decided to walk away. But when I found comfort in another man's arms, Jared lost his mind trying to win me back.

" Oh God my phone is dead." Arielle looked around and it was a new neighborhood. She went to different houses for help but she was denied. Finally she saw a house with it's light on " I'm sure these people will help me let me try " she said and walked to the door and knocked Stephan was patiently waiting for the prostitute he asked his guard to call. Hearing the door bell ring, he knew the prostitute was in. Stephan opened the door and saw Arielle. Arielle realized she was at the wrong place and before she could leave Stephan raped her. With tears in her eyes she went to her fiance for comfort but saw him with her stepsister in bed.

"Why you keep on pushing yourself in our life? Aren't you afraid that I might get you arrested for being my husband's mistress?!" Nerissa shouted at Isabella. "Mateo and I are still married. You are the real mistress here, Nerissa! You took everything from me. My child, my husband, everything that should belongs to me!" Isabella said while crying. Nerissa, smirked and walked towards her. "Don't you see the ring in my finger? Mateo and I are married. You're gone by years, and now that he's mine, you doesn't have anything to get back with, not even your one and only daughter!"

York Langston locked me up for six months. Word on the street was he dropped over 100 million to buy me my own private island. Security here? Tight enough to rival the White House. Even a bird that flew past the area would get shot down on sight. But what nobody knew… All that luxury people envied? To me, it was just a gilded cage. It wasn't until he found a woman who looked almost like me that his interest began to fade. One day, she stormed the island with a gang at her back while he was away. She slashed my tendons and carved up my face with a blade before locking me inside a cage with a rabid dog. I was barely breathing by the time York finally found me. "York, this woman thought she could fool you by imitating me? She must be a spy! You'll have to flay her alive if you want her to talk!"

As my blade pierces the base of his neck, the silver sizzles against his skin. His cold blue eyes open wide. The grim reality of his situation sets in. He gulps hard and shakes his head in fear. "I repent." He squeaks like the coward he is. "Forgive my crimes. Let me face the Council." "You'll find no mercy here, Sin." Blood gushes down his bare chest freely. "You will be judged by the Goddess." His expression quickly changes to one of anger, exposing his ruse. "I see you in the Palace of the Goddess, I will kill you again." I growl. "And if she casts me out, I will meet you on the edge of the River Styx and kill you in Purgatory over and over until the Ferryman come to collect us. And if Hades allows, I will continue to kill you in the Underworld until the end of time." "I underestimated you." He chokes. "Everyone does." I whisper as I lay my full weight against the pommel.

Jasmine became a human-robot dead to emotions, the night her parents were murdered in cold blood right in front of her. She was a killer, the type that tempts a man with her body, entices him with her siren-like voice, and then drives a blade into his chest sending him to his Creator. When her uncle and the only family she had is killed by the Governor she sought out to get him in the only way she knows how to, but her plan falls through as she discovered he wasn't in the least interested in her body. In between being his assistant, sharing a floor with him, and wondering why he had such a cold blank look that made her shiver, he slowly was beginning to work his way into a piece of her anatomy she could swear she had tossed into a dumpster - Her heart. Now Jasmine must choose between revenging her uncle's death or try figuring out if there was more to the hardcore desire she felt for a man she was supposed to hate with her being.