Projection Bl Novel Novels & Stories

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

Tell me if you like these characters and if you want to read more about them, I’ll make it a book of its own and publish on my account. Do well to check out my new book on the App. It’s titled; PROFESSOR DEAREST. You will wet your panties reading every chapter of the book. XoXo, Author Prodencia.

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.

A/N :- The 'Flames of Obsessiveness second series' consists of 10 books, including three stand-alone novels. You can explore my profile for the three Stand-Alone books from the second series. This second series continues the stories of the children of the Kashyap, Grey, Miller, Rathore, and Khanna from the 'Waves of Possessiveness first series'. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •Book 1) His BLIND REVENGE Tropes :-

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.

Didn't expect the update so early but here i am with new update as i personally loving this story Inline comments are love and do vote , response was very low on prologue , i don't know why you people can't able to vote and do comment , if still you are facing this problem then let me know