Projection Bl Novel Novels & Stories

But she still didn't look convinced. "I know you like books. And myths…So I did a little research." That seemed to surprise her. "It's a miniature projector. It creates immersive scenes while you read. Makes the stories feel more real.” Selene didn’t even reach for it. “No. Thank you. I want to leave. Now, Draven.” He poked his tongue against the inside of his cheek, clearly annoyed, but he didn’t dare to argue. He opened the glass door and walked her back to her room in silence.

I once believed meeting Charles was the final ray of comfort in my life. A sightless man and a terminally ill woman, leaning on each other to find warmth in the dark. I gave up chemotherapy, pushing through cancer pain to work, all just to leave behind every cent I had for my "blind" boyfriend and our unborn baby. I even signed an organ donor form, hoping that after my death, my eyes could finally bring him light. That belief shattered when I saw a photo in the hospital director's office. There he was, surfing under the bright sun. His eyes shone, with an arm wrapped around an heiress dripping in multi-million-dollar jewels. It turns out our whole love story was nothing more than a rich

"Hidden love is better than open hate." - Matshona Dhliwayo Arthur's POV After a quiet night infront of the television forced to watch Ryan Gosling desperately trying to love some rich girl who's parents doesn't approve of them, but unlike real life things seem to work out for them. I peek over Lilith to find her fast asleep. People who tend to live separate lives should probably continue doing so. If someone writes a book about how a woman's mind works the first chapter should state why woman believe that love from two different worlds could actually work.

Note: For those who get confused, this novel is mixed with a third-person point of view and the first-person point of view. The first-person point of view chapters always has [ ~ Name ~ ], while those chapters that don't have it are a third-person point of view. In case of confusion, I hope this note helps. Love, LEAFY 💚🍃 _______ ~ SEBASTIAN ~ I have been wondering, in every timeline I was successful, no matter how hard I try, there are one or more people who will always betray me.

The room had obvious, stifling tension. Catalina attempted to concentrate on Luca and gave him a little, real grin. In this dark, perilous universe she had been dragged into, he was the sole lighthouse. Her heart contracted as he noticed her smile and grinned back—a flash of warmth. She was reminded so much of the small brother she had always wanted but never had.

“I’m not really interested in more work at Blue Hades. I’m more interested in finding out what I owe you so I can get it repaid and move on to another career path.” Jaxon’s face didn’t change as he raised an eyebrow at my words. “You don’t like working my establishment?” I sat up a little taller and spoke loud despite my insides quivering. There was something menacing and frightening about him. He just eluded fear. “No one wants to be a prostitute forever.” He smiled, though it had more menace than humor. “I have plenty of women who would disagree with you. They enjoy being fucked.” He drew out his last word and licked his lips afterwards.

My mind rejects it. Bram clears his throat carefully. “So. Good news, we know the stakes. Bad news, the solution involves our resident brooding disaster murdering the love of his life.” I turn slowly toward him. He raises both hands. “Too soon?” “Not happening,” I say. It isn’t anger, it’s law. Corin looks up at me, eyes hard. “You will not touch her.” “I would sooner tear out my own heart,” I reply. Lazriel studies me carefully. “Prophecy is rarely literal,” he says at last. “It says Shadow must kill Flame.”

Chloe's POV I could feel heat sipping in, as if someone was holding something hot slightly above my body. That made me turn around only to be met my an intense amount of light being casted upon my eyes. Mind you, my eyes were closed. When I tried squinting one eye open, I groaned out distastefully. Wait. I slowly opened both of my eyes this time in confusion. The sun was looking down on me through the vast windows like a burning ball in the sky flashing its powerful light all around the room.

Gray asks him, as we all take in the wreckage that was our camp. Strips of cloth and bent and broken metal, that just a few hours ago were tents, lay in tatters, skewered all over the ground. Tons of blood stains the dark brown forest floor. Torn pieces of bloodied flesh scattered across our campsite. I can’t help the sigh that escapes my lips. Luckily, nobody is paying any attention to me. “They’ll be okay,” Bo answers, his blue eyes dark with the reality of our current situation. “I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.”

Hoping to buy himself a little more time, he grabbed one of the thicker books—Bag of Bones—and hurled it toward the stairs just as the panther came into the library. Time stretched out like taffy, and as the book sailed across the room, the panther seemed to shrink before his eyes. With dawning horror, Brad realized there had never been a panther, it was only Phantom. He cried out even as the book landed on top of the cat. Phantom let out a nails-on-chalkboard cry, pinned beneath the heavy brick of a volume. Brad hurried back to the stairs, casting the book aside. Phantom seemed daze, mewling and curling up on itself like a pill bug.