Powder Days

It’s all she can do to get the voices in her head to keep quiet, they seem to be more these days, asking her to go back home, but where is home, Kira isn’t really sure after her mom left her at the church gates at the age of 12. Home before that was the forest but which one it is, she wasn’t sure after all these years now. But her voices that have been with her since she left want her to set them free and God help her, she will stop at nothing to set those tormented voices free.

Seven years after my death, an engagement invitation from my ex-girlfriend arrives at my house. Back then, I had broken up with her in my lowest, most desperate days and married someone else. Now, she has reinvented herself as a rising powerhouse worth hundreds of billions, driven by revenge and eager to see me regret everything and beg for mercy. Unfortunately for her, I am not the one who shows up. She looks around in open contempt, convinced my absence means guilt, shame, and fear. When I finally appear, all she sees is an urn.

Before the mission, I ask Ryan Jamison one last time, "Will you marry me?" He pauses for a moment before saying, "Alright." The system and I freeze. "Oh no," we say in unison. I'm told that once I get rejected a hundred times, I'll return to the real world. Turns out, it's nothing but false alarm. In my final mission, I accidentally become the stand-in for his first love. Ryan spends three days with her before he finally remembers me. But by then, all he hears is that I've died in the line of duty.

"I don't want to go with you on this business trip," Lucy Landon said at the dinner table. Her voice was calm, so calm that no one could sense anything unusual. Steven Cooper's trip was set for June 1st. It wasn't their wedding anniversary, nor was it anyone's birthday. Just an ordinary Children's Day. Three days ago, she had stumbled upon a voice message on Steven's phone. A child's soft and childish voice had said, "Daddy, for Children's Day, I want to go to Maldove to see the fishes!"

It's like having your own type,nobody judges when a white woman is only attracted to black man or when a black woman is attracted to only white guys,we all have our own type the only difference is that my type have the same genitals as me.nobody judges when you're not in blondes or red heads but when you get attracted to the same sex all hell break loose. I'm attracted to you Dave, whether I only known you for hours or days I like you and time won't change that.

She died in peace, guarding the river for three days and three nights, came to collect the body but not her husband - looking at the man gently kissed his swollen and rotting corpse, she shook in her heart, secretly promised: if she can be reborn, she must marry him! ...... Later, she was really reborn, but became his sister (⊙o⊙) Murong Cheng said, "If you dare to die to me again, I don't mind changing my mind and cavorting with a corpse." She can't cry, my brother! You've been a pervert for a long time, okay?

Arias moonwell 24 independent , headstrong and beautiful only daughter of the high wolf pack wants nothing to do with politics , destiny and her matched mate . But when the Red moon pact threaten to collapse she agreed to the thirty days night trial with the dark and brooding prince varek Damaris of the Night bone vampire . What begins as a forced arrangement soon turned into an undeniable tension. As they clash in a battle of wills, desire simmers under every heated argument but when enemy from both attempts to sabotage there bond and assassinate Aria the pair must choose between following their hearts or choosing a war that could destroy both their worlds.

Queen was your typical teenager who ran away from home after a dispute she has with her family. Strapped to the slums with no relatives to depend on nor a place to live in, she finds her way into Bright's world and ends up getting employed as a housekeeper. She then lives her days working, until a spiteful event happens that has her witnessing a gruesome scene. Without knowing that she'll be dancing in the palm of her employer, Queen finds herself unable to escape her clutches. In an absurd love full of obsession and mischief, how could two women manage to fall in love and show their affection throughout the world?

Bellatrix, the youngest daughter of Oleg Alexive. Before two days of marriage, betrayed by her fiance, Bellatrix leaves her home with her sister, Valerie, who is a nun. Valerie takes Bellatrix to her city and arranges for her to live with a woman named Madam. One day, while bathing in a lake, Bellatrix and Madam find a sick man named Nicholas lying nearby. They took him home and cured him. After a few days passed, Bellatrix started to feel something towards Nicholas. Tragedy strikes when a group of half-demon wolves attack the church and attempt to kill Sister Valerie. Bellatrix witnesses the murder and learns that Nicholas ordered them to kill Valerie, causing her to develop a deep hatred for him. Heartbroken and angry, Bellatrix enters Nicholas palace to find a way to kill him. Nicholas tried to keep his distance from Bellatrix, but his forbidden feelings for her made it difficult for him to control his actions. Nicholas soon discovers a shocking truth: Bellatrix is actually the descendant of his enemy, for whom he lost everything, and a protector of moonstone. Moonstone, a familiar word in the paranormal world, as it can make anyone one of the most powerful people in the world. Nicholas is tasked with acquiring the moonstone that will make his tribe powerful. Yet to regain Moonstone’s power, he has to make sure that Bellatrix loves him since she is the protector of Moonstone, and after that, in any case, he has to kill her. What will happen in this tale when one wants to seek revenge and one uses “Love” to achieve power?

My family was attacked by rogue wolves when we entered their territory. My wolf was gravely injured, and in the end, I was the one who saved everyone.
As I collapsed, exhausted, no one came to me—they all ran to my adopted sister, Fiona, fussing over a few shallow scratches.
By the time pack members carried me to the infirmary, the healer delivered the cruel news: my wolf had been struck by a silver dagger, and the one-month-old pup in my womb wouldn’t survive.
Yet my mate, Luke, had given the only life-saving treatment to Fiona. With no other choice, I refused the healer’s remedies and numbed my wolf’s pain with crude herbs—knowing it would only buy us three days before death.
In those last days, I let everything go. I gave Fiona all my possessions and insurance money while my parents smiled in approval. I signed the bond-severing agreement Luke slid across the table without a second thought. Luke was satisfied, believing I was considerate. Kane, my brother, nodded his head when I told him to give my room to Fiona.
Even my son, Jim, squealed with joy when I asked him to call her “mom.” No one questioned why I gave all my belongings to Fiona, and their approving gazes said it all: “Good. The old Emma is back. But as the clock ticked down, one thought haunted me:
When they find our bodies—my wolf and my unborn pup—will that satisfaction turn to regret?