Oblivion Path Of The Righteous

"What is it?" "It's called Dissociative Amnesia Disorder." "Well, what's that?" "It's a memory disorder. It explains your memory loss of that night. But not about how you could forgot your father's name." *** I hate it. I hate that I couldn't remember the name of the person who took care of me. The person who raised me, the person who loved me. I spent years trying to find out. I've read every book, every mission report, every newspaper in the country. But, nada. Nothing of that incident ever reported. It's like it never happened. But I know it did. I remembered it, every single moment. Until everything turns dark. But little did I know, the answer was staring at me the whole time. *** Katrina Clyde, a brilliant girl, the best agent from the Spy Division of La Reu Inc. She's surrounded by friends that support her, whether in the organization or outside the organization. When got called into an important mission, she then found out that this mission could lead her to her missing memory. One that she thought she wanted to retrieve.

Clary De La Fuente, an aspiring painter and a rich girl coming back to her mother's hometown to go to college, meet new people, and fall in love... Just what an average teenage girl wants to do. But despite of all those things, will she experience the nirvana that she wants? Or just live on oblivion?

As a hunter, Clayton's job is to maintain stability and equilibrium between the two dominating creatures on Earth. Humans and Vampires. As a hunter, it is his job to instill balance for them to co-exist. He is the in between of two sides. It is his responsibility to keep them from ruining each other's kind. He hunts Vampires who kill humans for pleasure , and hunts humans who hunt vampire for money. But Dayanne Amelie just had to pitch in to the picture and Clayton loses it all. His desire for keeping peace between the two sides. Because of her he can break rules. Because of her, he is more than willing to cross the lines beyond his area. A taste of her blood, he was addicted. A portion of her soul and he wants it all. No one can stop him from owning the woman who made him break loose and lost. A vampire lost into oblivion.

“Don't! My body is a temple of the Lord!” I shivered at the sound and raid in my voice as I held his gaze. He let out a small chuckle, a smirk slowly crawling to his lips. “Your body belongs to me–” he grabbed my naked ass, forcefully pulling me to make contact with his hardened body. “I, Vermont Cardonisss, am now your Lord, little pet. Bend over!” *** It is better to be a slave to a mafia than to be a sex toy of your very own father. On this account, Grace agrees to pay the debts of her father to the sexy and brutal mafia, Vermont Cardoniss. It becomes a bloody entanglement of two incessant individuals where Vermont seems too ruthless to repent and Grace, too religious to be laid. Would it be a case of a good girl turned naughty or the redemption of a cold-blooded mafia? [Content Guidance: This book is intended for adult as it contains explicit sexual and violence scenes]

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There is two way to approach FEAR : Forget Everything And Run Or Face Everything And Rise Which one did you desire?

You're always one decision away from a completely different life. Ezra made a choice like this in his youth. As the next alpha of one of the most powerful werewolf packs, he had big plans for his reign. That all changed when he realized his mate was a human girl named Cass. Believing a human mate would make him weak, he chose a path for the both of them that he thought would keep him strong, and her out of his life. What happens when their paths cross again years later, and he sees the consequences of his choices? What will Cass do when she finds out the truth about the choice she never got to make?

Tears were flowing through her cheeks from her blood shot eyes. Sniffing painfully she sat on the edge of bed. Her tears filled eyes were stuck on the shattered photo frame which she throw out of anger and pain. It was their marriage photo frame, the same photo which she used to admire once. But now, the same photo disgusts her whenever she looks at it.It sometimes the things which gives you happiness, the same things can give you pain too. Their whole room is a mess, just like her life. Wiping her tears Koushalya looked at those torn dairy pages along with few photo lying on floor , in which her husband was kissing another women. Love was visible in his eyes, sad thing is the love wasn't for her, it was for another women. Nothing can be more painful then, knowing your loved one loved Someone else more than you. She trusted him wholeheartedly, and now when she found out his secret , he lost the trust which she had on him. Koushalya, blankly stared the floor, her mind was telling her to leave him but her heart was begging her to stay. Somewhere, between her mind and heart she lost herself, her soul. Will she ever able to find her lost soul in that dark world of Sanjiv ? **** Meet Koushalya, Women with passion and broad thinking. Everything was perfect about her until she met Sanjiv, who showed her how does it feels to die slowly without letting anyone know. Somewhere between her husband Sanjiv and the fear of society she lost her own self. Will she find herself again ? -- I, Aarti Shankar welcoming you all in life of koushalya. To know further read the story and leave a review/feedback after reading it.

Haeden is the definition of an 'strong, independent woman'. She lives with what her beliefs are and always defending her point when she knows that she's right. She has her own goal in life and she promised to achieve it no matter what. Until she met Deniel, a civil engineering student from MAPUA who persistently make his own way to enter her world. And little did she know, she's already falling in love with him. But she forgot to remind herself that.. everything that fall gets broken.

On the day of my birthday, my cousin, who does ballet, falls and injures her leg. My father smacks my leg with a club in a fit of rage. I cry out in pain, but he doesn't care. He sneers and says, "Now, you know how it feels! Why didn't you stop to think how much pain your cousin would be in when you pushed her and made her fall down the stairs?" He hits me with all his might until I can't make any more sounds. To drive the lesson home, he shoves me into the basement, uncaring that I'm on the brink of death. "I'll let you out of there once you stop thinking these dirty thoughts, Yvonne!" But when he opens the door to the basement once more, all he sees is my decomposing corpse.