Sherlock Holmes His Last Bow

It walks like a destiny and flows like water. Evil comes as fast as the wind, then as fast as lightning the truth will pursue it. Just like love that comes and goes like dusk in the afternoon, no one will know even the heart can't dodge. Aini : You should never let go because there don't necessarily be a second chance of grasping the same warm. Dave: How strong and much you sacrifice your soul if you are not destined to be together will be the same. No matter how tight you grasp, if the grasped wants to leave then it's just useless.

"Do you love me, Divya?", my voice booms against the wall. "I do. I hell do Karan", she whispers into my ears. "You're a liar. You're such a big liar. If you've ever loved me, you would've never taken this revenge from me", I yell at her. Despite knowing her love for me, I deny to accept it since she has left no choice for me. "I love you, Karan", she sobs. "Lie", I say in a cold voice. "Trust me", tears flowed through her eyes. "Prove it", I demand in a husky voice. "How?" "Turning off the game of revenge", I clutch her hairs tightly as she hisses. "I can't", that's all she replies. Book is on hold for now. Follow @niharika_nafisa on Instagram to get notified about future updates.

When I found out he was my mate I knew he wouldn't leave her for me...I just hoped. She was beautiful and sweet and not in the fake kind of way either. He was the future alpha and she was the best fit for his future Luna. They looked and worked perfect together. He said the words that hurt me the most, "I can't be with you Elena, I love her." Fast forward six years... What happens when she goes away to college and comes back a new woman? Just how much has changed over the years? Read and find out! (Cover designed by @jullianreeds74)

With only an hour left until the concert began, every trending topic across the internet was dominated by a single headline. [Breaking: Rising Star Tiffany Burgess to Propose to Her Manager After Ten Years of Romance, Leaving Fans in Awe.] This proposal was not just a personal milestone; it was the centerpiece of our company's most ambitious PR campaign of the year and the culmination of a love story between Tiffany and me. Then, in the fire escape, I bumped into Tiffany, dressed in her wedding gown, locked in a passionate kiss with a young man. "Wayne, let me explain," she pleaded. "Explain what?" I snorted. "That just before our proposal, you're sneaking around with another man? The proposal is live-streamed to millions, with thousands of media outlets eagerly awaiting the announcement." I slammed the engagement ring down onto the table in front of her. "After the encore tonight, you'll either propose to me on that stage, or you'll be ruined, both in reputation and career!" Her fists clenched, but in the end, she gritted her teeth and grabbed the box. "Fine." Under the spotlight, she stood before me in her wedding dress, pulling out the ring. But instead of turning to me, she held the ring up toward the guest seating area, where her true love sat. "Wayne, thank you for helping me reach the stars," she declared. "But tonight, I'm going to chase my moon." The crowd erupted in shock and confusion. In a single instant, I became the laughingstock—the unwitting prop in her grand romantic gesture. My heart shattered the moment she reached him.

Esther, a woman with dreams. A girl who's smart and beautiful. But there is one thing that people don't like about her, her attitude. She is stubborn and she didn't want to listen to othet people, specially her parents. She loves to go out with her friends and her boyfriend. Her parents gave her an hour glass. A big one with full of sand inside it. Everytime she looks at it, there was always a scenery flashing. Those are the things that will happen for the whole day. Her parents told her to pay attention to it but she didn't listen. Because of ther attitude, she once involved in a car accident that changed her life. Someone who was sent by God talked to her. She has something to do, it's her mission. She was given a chance to make the things right. She will do all of those in her last momens, after that she can ask for her last wish. But... What is her last wish?

She was labelled a curse. He defied the orders of the pack for her survival. Mayari Moonsbane was born an anomaly – a lone female werewolf that would bow to no one, she was born with a power that no pack could control. She is offered up as a scapegoat, framed for the murder of the pack’s sole heir and nearly executed. Instead of an execution, she had experienced an awakening with attracted the attention of Aysun Ragnor. Aysun is an alpha gone rogue, walking away from a power and a prophecy that had made him feel trapped in an endless cycle of control. Together, they ignite a spark of rebellion – a rebellion written in blood under the moonlight and marked by forbidden desires. Theirs was not a bond formed by destiny, they simply were two lone wolves who refused to conform and now found comfort in each other’s scars. Where the moon demanded their obedience, they defied her and chose each other.

In this lifetime, Lyana Coiningan, the widow, laments about how envious she is about my bedroom by telling Alpha Theron Ulrick, "Luna Astra's bedroom is so huge and beautiful! If Dexter could stay here, he'd definitely forget all about the sorrow caused by his father's death…" While Theron is still hesitant about giving my bedroom away, I've already taken the initiative to pack up my things and give it to Lyana. On the coldest day of winter, Lyana's son, Dexter Ulrick, suddenly wails and complains about how cold the weather is. He then demands to have my son, Cayden Ulrick's fur cloak. Cayden doesn't hesitate to take off the cloak and give it to him. Everyone in the Silverfrost pack says, "Luna Astra is the embodiment of the Moon Goddess. She knows when to let others have all the good things. On top of that, she doesn't fight over anything with anyone else. Even her son is as understanding and demure as she is." Theron compliments us on how understanding we've become as well. But what they don't know is that I've already bought flight tickets in preparation to leave the Silverfrost pack. Once I get my hands on the mate bond dissolution potion, I'll be able to take Cayden to a land far, far away from this place. In my previous life, Theron had neglected Cayden and me forever because of Lyana and Dexter. He even passed his assets to them after his death. Now that we get a second chance in the same lifetime, both Cayden and I don't want to have anything to do with Theron anymore.

"If you think that it's over, then you got it all wrong." Are you ready to feel the last beat?

Commander Samson Gardner was my fiance. In his family was an iron-clad rule—no divorces. Before my brother died, his last wish was for Samson to marry me. So, even after falling in love with his childhood sweetheart, Samson still decided to marry me as promised. However, everything changed the day said childhood sweetheart destroyed the only watch my brother left me. When Samson sided with her again, I didn't argue. I simply reached out to my mentor overseas and started preparing to become a foreign correspondent. Before leaving, I gave myself ten days to put things in order. On the first day, I quietly hid the marriage application I was supposed to submit. On the third day, I turned in my resignation to the military. The day I was to leave, Samson finally remembered the watch and promised to take me to buy a new one on his next day off. Right after that, he ordered me, "Celia is inviting friends over for dinner tonight. Make sure the food is ready before you go." I agreed with a smile—and then never showed up in his world again. Afterward, Samson would stare blankly at the marriage application inside his drawer every time he saw my name in the news. There, within his drawer, were the memories of an autumn not yet fully arrived, the lover he could never win back, and the watch he could never give...

Walter planned sixty-six proposal trips just to win me over. On the sixty-seventh, I finally said yes. The day after our wedding, I gave him sixty-six "forgiveness cards." We made a deal: every time he upset me, he could use one to earn my forgiveness. Over six years of marriage, every time he made me angry because of his childhood friend Janet, Walter would hand me a card. By the time he used the sixty-fourth, he began to sense something was off. I no longer reminded him to keep his distance. I no longer needed him the way I used to. However, the last time he left me behind for Janet, I reached out, stopped him, and asked: "If you go to her again… can I still forgive you with one of these cards?" He paused mid-step and looked at me, half helpless, half amused. "If you want to use one, use it. You've got plenty left, don't you?" I gave a small nod and watched him walk away. He still thought those forgiveness cards would never run out. What he did not know was— There was only one left.