Novel & Cerita Revenant Kitana

I had to appear gentle without being frail. Untouchable but beautiful. A woman who wouldn't recoil when she married a billionaire. It was a sleek, black spy-movie-type car. With a nod, a silent driver opened the door. Nothing to say, just a luxury. “Miss Alina,” he said courteously. I slid in after nodding back. Yes,now my name is Alina Thompson, the wife who was forgotten. This sister who was betrayed. But that is no longer the case. As we pulled up, we saw a sophisticated rooftop garden with glass walls all around. Like bees, cameras, stylists, makeup artists and public relations managers were all over the place. Dante Blake wearing a sharp charcoal suit that gave him the appearance of dan

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama EIGHT VENDETTA I put on the black curvy dress that was actually an option after lot of thought and help with my gold heels and I brush my hair in a curvy length and apply some eye liner and a red lipsticks. After a little view at myself in the mirror I head out of my room and I met the girl Laura working on her system and her eye widened immediately she saw me.

(Major Serena) Ignoring the reminder, Major Serena keep sipping on his tea, while also slightly dissing on her sister, as the banter goes on, the 2 bystander just kept silence, nothing wanting to even say anything to Lieutenant Colonel Reven. Because of her appearance were, a little bit odd from normal people, she was about 185 cm tall, higher than Major Serena, she have a jet black hair, fall straight down all the way to her waist, neatly kept. But a very striking features that draw people attention and also made everyone looked a way in fear is that, she was wearing metal masked with a matte black paint, which also seems to appeared as a gas mask, since there were a small filter stuck to

The fabric clung to her like a second skin, her nipples faintly visible in the cool air. The crowd’s energy surged as the next fighter entered the ring. Riven Kane. They called him the Reaper—six-foot-five of corded muscle, scarred knuckles, and cold, emerald-green eyes that had ended more careers than most men had hot meals. His bare chest gleamed under the lights, intricate tattoos of ravens and thorns snaking over his shoulders and down his arms. He moved like a predator, calm and lethal, ignoring the cheers as if they were background noise.

Instead, she strolled right into the room like she owned every single square inch of the property. She was absolutely stunning to look at, but it was a dangerous, sharp, and lived-in kind of beauty. She was tall, lean, and completely confident in her movements, with long, pitch-black hair that fell in wild, messy waves all the way down her back. She was wearing tight black leather pants that hugged her legs, a tight black tank top, and a cropped leather Reaper vest that had the name “Raven” embroidered in bright white letters across the front. She had dark tattoos covering both of her arms from her shoulders down to her wrists—vivid images of skulls, red roses, and sharp reaper scythes. She

"What is it, then?" Nyx didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she stared hard at the figure, as if reading something no one else could see. Finally, she murmured, "That is an Ancient Revenant—a soul forcibly ripped from death and chained by dark magic. Someone powerful wants you broken, Luna Queen." The Revenant lifted its hand. With a flick of its clawed fingers, the earth beneath their feet cracked. Warriors were flung like dolls. Selene called her magic, shadows flaring around her palms.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

Her mind searched desperately for another name. “There has to be someone else…” But then— She remembered Siya’s devil smile. Her body went cold. “No… no… could it really be Siya…?” That thought alone drained the color from Ritu’s face. She was so lost in her thoughts that she failed to notice what was happening around her. Then— “Gudiya… Gudiya!” Rehan’s voice snapped her back. She flinched. “I’ve been calling you for so long,” Rehan said,

Each vision twisted, manipulated, designed to break me. You can’t save them all, she hissed. You’re too weak. You’ve always been weak. “No!” I screamed, golden wings exploding outward, flares of light puncturing the darkness. I am not weak. I am the Revenant. I am Lila Harper, and I survive.