Novel & Cerita Promises Of A Wandering Hero

This marked the beginning of Harriet's solitary pilgrimage, a journey fueled by love and the unwavering desire to make amends, to prove that even amidst betrayal, true love could endure and rise from the ashes of despair. As she ventured deeper into the unknown, Harriet carried with her the hope of redemption, seeking a way to mend the shattered bond and find her way back to Wade, the one who held her heart. Her days were spent wandering through uncharted territories, her thoughts consumed by Wade and the possibility of redemption. Every night, beneath the canopy of stars, she whispered heartfelt prayers for forgiveness and a chance to make things right. Through her journey, Harriet encounte

The relationship I have with my dad is more than my mom's. "There is a problem, Ariel," He springs up to his feet, and I raise my eyebrows in confusion. "What is it, dad?" I ask him, and he sighs briefly. "The Alpha of the rogues across the sea is demanding a ransom from us if we want to maintain peace. We don't have the amount they are asking for, and they may wage war if we don't provide it," Father looks worried as he utters those words to me, and it breaks my heart to see him like this. This is the fate our pack has been suffering, being a small pack that barely survives from the little money we are making from the Pack's company, and my father also tries to help his people from his comp

"Oh, my sweet boy, your dream fills my heart with joy. If there is a chance, no matter how slim, that your mother may find her way back to us, I swear, I will move mountains to bring her home." Athro clung tightly to me, his youthful optimism mirroring my own. Together, we stood there, illuminated by the moon, a beacon of love and longing, nurturing the flickering flames of hope that burned within us. My mind raced, plans forming like constellations in the night sky. I vowed to myself that I would navigate the treacherous terrain of deceit and betrayal, reclaiming my wife from the clutches of my traitor cousin, Herod. He had cunningly stolen her away, manipulating her identity and forcing he

I was the simple-minded fool that General Adelaide Knight had pulled from a pile of corpses on the battlefield. The poison had been too severe. I survived, but my mind never fully recovered. When people hit me or cursed at me, all I ever did was stare blankly and smile. Adelaide took pity on me. She brought me into her home and refused to let anyone mistreat me. She once said, "Reed may be a fool, but he's my whole life." And like a fool, I believed her. For five years, I followed her everywhere like a shadow. Then Fabian Ortega returned to the capital. He looked so much like me that we could almost have been brothers. He'd been poisoned, and none of the doctors knew how to save him. Hi

And somehow, that promise doesn’t scare me. The world should fear Damian Bernardi. But me? I never have. Because I know, I’m the only thing he will never destroy. End of Unspoken Promises…. Please let me know what you think….. Book Two - Unspoken Truths - Coming Soon

None could explain how life had grown from stone, but for some reason, they smiled. --- The Wanderer’s Path Liora journeyed north after that, through mountains and forests untouched by memory. Sometimes she slept beneath the stars, sometimes beneath roofs offered by kind strangers. In every place she went, something changed. A quarrel between lovers ended in forgiveness. An abandoned chapel filled with song again. A river long poisoned began to run clear. She never announced herself as anything special. When people asked who she was, she only said, “Someone who listens.”

“Please, just let me go. I don’t want any trouble. I don’t want any part of this.” He scoffed. “Too late for that, little healer. You’re already knee-deep in it. But, like I said, you cooperate, you walk away. Simple as that.” “I’ll do it,” I said quickly, my voice gaining strength. "I'll do it. Just promise me. Promise me you’ll let me go when I’m done.” Both rogues exchanged a look. The younger one gave a slight nod. “You have our word,” the scarred one said, though his eyes held no warmth, no reassurance. It was a promise born of convenience, not honor. "A rogue's word, for what it's worth."

"Who knows whether you can still give my son children? How about this? As for the 80,000 we agreed to give as wedding money, we will pay it after you marry into our family and give birth to a son." I looked quietly at her sharp, cruel face. Suddenly, I remembered the winter before, when she had slipped, broken her leg, and needed a rare mountain herb to recover. I had climbed the cliffs in a snowstorm and searched for an entire day and night before I finally found it. Back then, she had held my frostbitten hands with tears in her eyes. "Julia, when you marry into our family, I will treat you like my own daughter." I had believed her.

Tracks of melted snow, or perhaps tears, streaked down his cheeks. I took his hand in mine, sighing softly when I noticed the fresh scars crisscrossing his wrist. "I used to think unrequited love was the end of the world. But now I get it. The world keeps turning, no matter who walks out of your life. You'll move on, eventually."

During the wedding, visions of another woman in that gown kept flashing in his mind. Kimberly would look stunning in it. He owed her a grand wedding. Once Lotta was settled, he'd make it right with the biggest ceremony. He paced anxiously. "We'll go once Kimberly is safe." Lotta pouted. "But you promised. Every minute we're late means I see less of the northern lights." "They won't disappear if we're a bit late. Don't you have any conscience?" Richard snapped, losing it for a second. Lotta burst into frightened tears. "I-I didn't mean it. I just want to finish your promise on the bucket list sooner, so our lost baby in heaven knows his dad loved us."