Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice Reviews

[1st Account in the Tale of Shadow's Enigma] Z doesn't sit well in a world where a shadow is manipulated. As someone who has no memory of her past, she can't summon her shadow like others used to. It's a fatal mistake that may as well cost her life. But she can't worry with the facing danger when she's the only one who sees their world becoming undone. The legend of Dark, the only Shadow Wielder able to control time, is resurfacing once again. With a mob of wielders going on a rampage and going missing here and there, Z is losing a battle that haven't even started yet. In her haste, she makes the first mistake of leading her only friend to his death. And commits the second one by signing a deal with Dark himself just so he can be resurrected. Dark sends Z in a prestigious school where she's been thought of as someone she doesn't know. And while she has to endure living a stolen life, listening to a brat's whining, being patient with a maniac's snide remarks, and taking in the dazzling cold stares of an enthralling man whose eyes are only set at her, will she allow the world to crumble in the hands of Dark any further? And sacrifice every wielder alive just for a single friend?

He was supposed to heal quietly… not fall for his savior. After barely surviving a bullet to the chest and the betrayal of the only person he thought loved him, Jeremiah wanted nothing more than to disappear and mend in silence and forget. But then Everett Blackthorne shows up. Sharp-eyed, too intense… and too interested. Unsettling Jeremiah in all the wrong ways and making him feel things he doesn’t understand and is too afraid to admit. When dark secrets start surfacing, their connection becomes dangerous, not just for their hearts, but for their lives. Jeremiah has already survived hell once. But this time, it’s not just his past chasing him. It’s something older. Something darker. And it won’t stop until it drags him back.

Everyone always talks about how amazing it would be to find your mate. For me, that's the last thing I want. I mean when you're held prisoner by some sick bastard, there's not a lot you can offer your mate. No matter who it is, they can't save me from this. All that finding my mate would do is crush my heart and make my life that much more harder. Yet when I saw him at that gas station, I couldn't get him out of my head. I need to stay away, but I don't know that I can. I keep finding myself traveling to him even when I don't mean to. This doesn't bode well for me. *** "I have to go." I told him. "No, wait." He grabbed my hand, causing a strong spark to course through my body. It made me inhale deeply, intoxicating me with his scent. I pulled my hand away quickly, as if he'd burned me. His eyes widened as he stared at me. He had felt the spark too. He furrowed his brows at me, but I let the shadows start to swallow me, disappearing before him. "Please, come see me again." Were his last words to me. ***** Zerena has had one rule all her life, never find her mate. The life she leads is dangerous and not her own. Held captive by a scientist, forced to do his bidding alongside 4 others. Zerena has always known that if she found her mate it would cause her more trouble than anything else. As a shadow weaver, she knows nothing but darkness & cruel fates. She's used to danger, but how will she handle love?

Um das Meervolk vor der Auslöschung zu bewahren, beschloss ich, an Land zu gehen und meinen Sandkastenfreund Cyrus zu verführen, der inzwischen zum Alpha-König aufgestiegen war. Tatsächlich liebte er mich noch immer – drei Tage und drei Nächte verbrachten wir in leidenschaftlicher Ekstase. Kaum war ich aus dem Rausch der Lust erwacht und wollte mich freuen, da übergoss er mich mit ätzender Flüssigkeit. Ich schrie vor Schmerz auf, doch Cyrus lachte nur kalt. „So kann also auch eine unsterbliche Meerjungfrau Schmerzen empfinden?“ „Das ist erst der Anfang. Solange du mir nicht sagst, wo meine Eltern sind, wirst du keinen einzigen ruhigen Tag mehr haben!“ Er war überzeugt, dass das Meervolk für das Verschwinden seiner Eltern verantwortlich war. Von da an musste ich mit ansehen, wie er absichtlich mit seiner Geliebten Emily flirtete; musste die Meerjungfrauen-Perle aus meinem Herzen nehmen, um Emilys Gesundheit zu stärken; musste unter höllischen Schmerzen barfuß tanzen, um Emily in den Schlaf zu wiegen … Er hasste mich bis ins Mark, doch jedes Mal, wenn ich dem Tod nahe war, nahm er mich auch in die Arme und flößte mir Medizin ein. Mal war er grausam: „Glaubst du etwa, ich liebe dich und kann dir deshalb nichts anhaben? Alle quält sie weiter!“ Mal war er sanft: „Sei brav und sag mir – wo sind meine Eltern wirklich?“ Schweigend ertrug ich seine widersprüchliche Liebe. Bald würde ich das Geheimnis über seine Eltern nicht mehr hüten müssen. Denn wenn eine Meerjungfrau drei Jahre an Land bleibt, ohne ins Meer zurückzukehren, wird sie unweigerlich zu Schaum. Bis zu meiner Todesstunde blieben nur noch drei Tage.

It’s her. It’s my mate. I looked at the girl from afar using my enhanced vision. I can’t be seen closer to the guesthouse and I know I’m breaking the rules but fuck! I can’t stand the sweet scent lingering all over my pack since they arrive. Since she arrive. She is tall, and even from those shabby clothes, I can tell she’s fit and curvy. Her long golden-brown hair has natural curls at the edge. I love how the shape of her eyes matches her high cheekbone and- Oh, fuck. Not again. I can feel my cock reacting from just looking at her. And even from this distance, her scent is intoxicating that I can’t help but be enticed by it. Fuck. If only I’m not an Alpha, I won’t have this much control! I might have run down this hill to reach her, claim her, mark her, kiss her--ohh, fuck!

In the heart of New York City, the NYPD never sleeps—and neither do its secrets. Detective Jocelynn Sanchez is all sharp edges and silence. Closed off, cold, and constantly on guard, she’s built walls few have dared to climb. Her time at the academy left her scarred, thanks to a group of recruits who made it their mission to break her spirit. Now, years later, she’s forced to join a new unit—led by none other than Andrei Smirnov, friends with the men who put her through hell. Andrei has always wanted to work with Jocelynn, though she has no idea. Unlike his friends, he saw her strength back then—and admired it. Her arrival on his team feels like fate. But earning her trust proves harder than expected. She barely speaks, avoids everyone except her one friend, and seems to carry a past she’ll never share. Still, Andrei is patient. An open book with a big family and an even bigger heart, he slowly begins to break through Jocelynn's defenses. And in doing so, he discovers the truth: she’s not cold—she’s protecting herself. Jocelynn sees that Andrei isn’t like the men who hurt her. He’s kind, steady, and genuinely wants to understand her. But there are secrets she won’t risk exposing—not even to him. Like the fact that her godfather is their precinct captain, or the real reason she cut ties with her family. As cases grow more dangerous and their bond deepens, Jocelynn must decide if she can finally let someone in. Shadows in Blue is a slow-burn detective romance about trauma and trust, told from both perspectives.

Bei einem Ausflug in den Vergnügungspark brachte mein Beta-Freund Drew plötzlich eine Frau mit ihrer kleinen Tochter mit. Im Auto fehlte zufällig genau ein Sitzplatz. Drew bat mich auszusteigen und den Platz den beiden zu überlassen. Er sagte: „Laura hat es mit dem Kind nicht leicht. Sie sollen erstmal fahren, ich hole dich später ab.“ Ruhig stieg ich aus und sah zu, wie das Auto langsam den Parkplatz verließ. Drei Stunden später kamen sie im Vergnügungspark an und nahmen an der abendlichen Feuerwerksveranstaltung teil. Als meine beste Freundin Drew fragte, warum er mich noch nicht abgeholt habe, half er gerade geduldig Laura, eine übergroße Feuerwerksbatterie zu entzünden. Er war nicht im Geringsten beunruhigt und sagte: „Es ist kein Problem, Sienna später abzuholen. Sie nimmt das nicht krumm. Ich werde sie schon beschwichtigen, dann ist sie auch nicht mehr sauer.“ Wütend wird man nur auf Menschen, die einem etwas bedeuten. Dass mein Vater, meine Mutter und mein Bruder sich nie um mich scherten, habe ich noch hingenommen. Aber dass sich jetzt auch Drew nicht mehr für mich interessierte... Darum ist es Zeit, für immer zu gehen.

When my son asked me about his father while crying once again, I pointed at the television. Samuel Shaw, who had just made it into the top three of the wealth rankings, was being interviewed. He said he had achieved fame and success, and the person he hated most was his childhood sweetheart and ex-wife. “She abandoned me when I was gravely ill, all for the sake of money. But it was that very betrayal that pushed me to rise from the ashes in my darkest hour.” The reporters grew excited and suggested contacting me on the spot. "She must be filled with regret, begging Mr. Shaw to take her back!" My phone rang right then. I answered and immediately asked for money. "Samuel, my son is sick. Could you lend me sixty thousand dollars?" He abruptly hung up the phone and said with a cold laugh, "Knowing she's living so miserably gives me peace of mind." Looking at the kidney failure report in my hand, I silently wept. Six years ago, I secretly donated one of my kidneys to Samuel. Now, his son was suffering from the same disease and didn't have much time left.

Kurz vor Drakes Hochzeit mit seiner wahren Gefährtin starb ich. Zehn Tage zuvor war Aeris, seine frühere große Liebe, zurückgekehrt. Obwohl Abtrünnige mich schwer verletzt hatten, ließ Drake mich im Stich und verbrachte die Nacht bei ihr. Am nächsten Tag kam er zurück – nicht um nach mir zu sehen, sondern um mir mitzuteilen: „Ich löse unser Gefährtenband.“ „Ich wurde vergiftet – mit Eisenhut.“ „Schon wieder deine Lügen. Egal – heute verstoße ich dich.“ Er ahnte nicht, dass seine Zurückweisung meinen Tod beschleunigen würde. Ich dachte, ohne mich als Hindernis könnte er endlich glücklich werden. Doch dann geschah das Unerwartete: Er verließ seine Braut noch am Altar, rannte zu meinem Grab und weinte. „Lyra, du bist meine Frau. Ich verbiete dir zu sterben!“

I froze in the room's doorway and turned into a statue of stone who could only stare at the nightmare before my eyes. I wanted to wake up, but it was impossible. My movements seemed to be immobilized by something that was squeezing me tighter and tighter. ……………………… Emily, a successful writer, gets the shock of her life when the man she just married cheats on her on their wedding night. Hurt and disappointed she finds refuge on an island but life has another surprise for her. Mike, an attractive and charismatic young man will not make her days easy. Driven by hate but also by love, Emily will learn to open her heart again. But Mike is hiding a terrible secret. Will Emily be able to forgive and love again?