Post Battle Novels & Stories

SALOME In the weeks that followed the divorce, the palace became a very quiet, lonely place. Alpha Williams poured himself entirely into his sport. Every single morning, he would leave the house before the sun even came up to go to his hockey games or training sessions, and he wouldn't return home until very late at night.

“You didn’t know because you chose not to stay.” His face tightened. “I thought I could fix it afterward. I thought if I got through the wedding, I could come back to you and make everything right.” “You thought I would still be waiting.” He had no answer. The institute legal director stepped forward and handed him a folder. “These terminate every private arrangement still connecting you to Miss Vale: medical authorization from her treatment years, residence registration at the Russo estate, emergency contact status, beneficiary records, and all compensation attempts made through your lawyers.” Dante stared at the papers.

[Due to contract termination, the leg-healing reward previously granted to bound target Victoria Quinn will now be officially revoked. "What..." Before Victoria could react, a tearing pain exploded through both of her knees. "Ah!!!"

Brandon's grip on my hand tightened. Before he could even gather his words, Dwayne spoke first. "Your company's already being shorted, and you still have time to crash our wedding?" Brandon's face flushed with humiliation. His lips trembled as he clenched his fists. "It was you!" Dwayne let out a cold laugh. "The fact that you're still alive is already my mercy." As he spoke, he slowly pulled out a photo. In it, Alanna's abdomen had been cut open, her body sent off to the black market, reduced to nothing more than a tool.

Theme: "prancing hall Have you ever witnessed a war before? I mean a battle between mortal and chassis, beast against critter, dark power against a human projectile that has been beguiled with a sacred geyser, which was meant to kill and burn flesh. If the battle were taking place on dry ground, it would have been better. However, the reverse is the case. The battle is taking place in the air, and any mistake might lead to our death. Not only will our deceased be neglected, but Gaea, Gondor, and the Middle Realm will be destroyed. You might be wondering what concerns me about Gondor and the Middle Realm. Don't forget that my dad was trapped in Gidamorah, which is in Gondor. Moreover, Ryan's

she states the obvious, absentmindedly pinching my arm in enthusiasm. "Ouch," I say and rub my arm before subtly squirming away from her. It seems this band brings out her violent side. "Now, to present to you the band that all twenty of you have been waiting for..." the host makes his appearance, hyping up the tiny crowd, "the band that sold out all five of their tickets at their first concert, the band that sold two of their only albums and gave one away for free, the band who forced their way onto the radio under false pretenses, the band who are famous for dropkicking one of their fans for their failed music video, the band who refuses to sign autographs without glow-in-the-dark crayons,

At midnight, my phone buzzed. Clara: Everything’s ready. Two days from now, you vanish.

I said. Back at the packhouse, the weight of what had happened finally began to sink in. The sphere was destroyed, but the cracks in the veil remained. We had won a battle, but the war was far from over. Mike stood beside me as we watched the sunrise, his expression thoughtful. “You were incredible back there,” he said quietly. I glanced at him, a small smile tugging at my lips. “So were you.” He nodded, his gaze distant. “But this isn’t the end. Elara’s still out there. And the veil…”

she answered. “For what? For me to take all the blame? Wow, you’re such a great actress, Aisha! “He sarcastically said. “What do you want me to say, Duke? It’s done, it happened already, and we can’t do anything about it.” she said calmly, “Just accept the fact that we are the fated one, we exchange blood and vows, and you knew better than anyone that no one could ever cut that bond,”