Solo Leveling Shadow Soldiers

Monalisa lost her parents at a very young age and was left under the custody of her aunt, who was hell-bent on punishing her for the wrongs committed by her parents. She grew up in her aunt's orphanage, being maltreated by all even the orphans there, but she chose to endure everything. That was until she saw a reason to leave, and that decision was her first mistake. Her second mistake --Falling for her ex-husband and having a child for him. She was abandoned in her time of need, her past came to hunt her and she was on the verge of ending her messed up life when a ray of hope came in. She encountered him once but he became her shadow for a very long time. She found a reason to live and things got better. Just when she decided to move on, Both mistakes returned to torture her. --Will she continue being the victim? --Her Shadow decides to make himself known, will he finally get what he desired for a very long time? --Will she set things right with one of her mistakes after years of neglect?

 “ I Landon Arlen, Alpha to Moon Shadow Pack, reject you, Jessica Lyon, as my mate”.  Jessica could feel her heart being shredded into tiny pieces, she tilted her head forward hoping to surge the tears from flowing down her eyes.  :She could feel the mate bond untangle, what felt like a feeling of bliss, drawn to him when he was far away was gone, replaced with a sad feeling of yearning that she could never get again.  “ I Jessica Lyon, daughter to the beta of Moon Shadow pack accept your rejection”.  She forced out the words out of her mouth, her lips pursed into a thin line hoping to feel some relief.  She felt nothing other than the tragedy, her heart filled with the burden of living without Landon for the rest of her life, because he was her entire world for Five years and as she watched him clutched in another woman's arm, Jessica could feel her heart shattered into a million pieces.

What makes a hero? They say a hero is someone that has given his life to something bigger than himself. I say a hero is no braver than an ordinary man, he is just braver for five minutes longer. All soldiers are brave, it's what they do with their bravery that makes them heroes. Am I a hero? Clayton Jackson dedicated his life to serving his country. Enlisting in the Marine Corps at the young age of eighteen, he never imagined following any other path. However, fate had other plans for him as a life-altering accident during his last deployment left him disabled and forces him to return home. Hiding in the small town he grew up in, Clayton tries to keep his secret from his loved ones at all costs. One day while seeking refuge from his troubled mind, his path crosses with Isabella Jones. Their connection is instantaneous as if the universe conspired to bring them together. Isabella, a mysterious and enigmatic woman, is haunted by the demons from her own past. As their relationship quickly blossoms, the unspoken truths between them threaten to tear them apart. When Clayton is presented with the opportunity to rejoin the Marine Corps, Isabella is faced with a decision: whether to accompany him or remain behind. Caught in this web of secrets and lies, they try to navigate their love through the murky waters, desperately hoping to find solace in each other's arms. But will love be enough to conquer the shadows that lingered in their hearts? Or would the truth ultimately be their undoing?

Cuando yo estaba embarazada de cuatro meses, mi esposo médico me dejó plantada 16 veces cuando íbamos a registrar nuestro matrimonio. La primera vez, su amante, la enfermerita Lucía, se desmayó por la sangre durante una cirugía. Esperé todo el día frente a la oficina de registro. La segunda vez, recibió una llamada de Lucía. Me abandonó en el puente elevado solo para comprarle toallas sanitarias. Cada vez que intentábamos registrar el matrimonio, su amante encontraba una nueva excusa. La última vez, escuché que él estaba enfermo. Corrí al hospital bajo la lluvia torrencial, solo para descubrir que era la Lucía quien estaba enferma. Él permaneció a su lado sin moverse, mientras me mentía descaradamente por teléfono. En ese momento, comencé a odiarlo. Decidí abortar y marcharme. Pero él recorrió medio mundo, persiguiéndome hasta otro país, solo para suplicarme perdón.

Acepté cambiarme de escuela para acompañar a mi amigo de la infancia, que supuestamente estaba siendo acosado. Pero un día antes de sellar la solicitud… él se arrepintió. Su amigo se burló: —Te la jugaste bien, ¿eh? Fingiste ser víctima del acoso todo este tiempo solo para engañar a Camila Herrera y hacer que se fuera. —Ella creció contigo, ¿de verdad puedes dejar que vaya sola a una escuela desconocida? Con una voz fría, Diego Sarmiento respondió: —Solo es otra escuela en la misma ciudad. ¿Qué tan lejos podría ir? —Además, me cansa tenerla pegada todo el día. Así está mejor. Ese día estuve mucho rato parada fuera de la puerta, hasta que al final decidí dar media vuelta. Solo que, en mi solicitud de transferencia, cambié el Colegio San Rafael de Marisia por el internado en el extranjero al que mis padres querían enviarme. Al final, todos parecían olvidarlo: él y yo, desde el principio, pertenecíamos a mundos completamente distintos.

What makes a hero? They say a hero is someone that has given his life to something bigger than himself. I say a hero is no braver than an ordinary man, he is just braver for five minutes longer. All soldiers are brave, it's what they do with their bravery that makes them heroes. Am I a hero? Clayton Jackson dedicated his life to serving his country. Enlisting in the Marine Corps at the young age of eighteen, he never imagined following any other path. However, fate had other plans for him as a life-altering accident during his last deployment left him disabled and forces him to return home. Hiding in the small town he grew up in, Clayton tries to keep his secret from his loved ones at all costs. One day while seeking refuge from his troubled mind, his path crosses with Isabella Jones. Their connection is instantaneous as if the universe conspired to bring them together. Isabella, a mysterious and enigmatic woman, is haunted by the demons from her own past. As their relationship quickly blossoms, the unspoken truths between them threaten to tear them apart. When Clayton is presented with the opportunity to rejoin the Marine Corps, Isabella is faced with a decision: whether to accompany him or remain behind. Caught in this web of secrets and lies, they try to navigate their love through the murky waters, desperately hoping to find solace in each other's arms. But will love be enough to conquer the shadows that lingered in their hearts? Or would the truth ultimately be their undoing?

As I laid there waiting for sleep to take me. I was startled as my eyes drifted they landed on a human shaped shadow again by the bathroom door. I tried to roll. Nothing happened. Scared now, I tried to reach my phone. My arms wouldn’t move. My breathing was getting rapid. The only thing that would move is my eyes. Why can’t I move? From the corner of my eye, I saw it. The shadow moved from the doorframe towards me. It was an ambiguous huge male human shape with a hat on its head. Once it reached the bed, it stopped. Less than a foot from me and I couldn’t make out any details. My heart was racing, and my breathing was ragged. Male knuckles traced my jaw from my ear to my chin. The touch was gentle. Intimate even. A husky, seductive chuckle filled the air that still smelt of the candle. “I know what you need little gazelle.” The shadow shimmered. Now I could see the details. He was at least six foot two. Dark skin, bald head, and wearing jeans that clung to his muscled legs. An unbuttoned dark purple shirt displayed his taunt chest. The moonlight showed his beautiful smile as he leaned towards me. I tried to speak, but nothing came out. “Shhh. I’m going to make it all better.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was supposed to be a relaxing vacation. Vivienne needed a get away from the stress of her life. Having heard her best friend sing the praises of Helen, GA. she decided to spend a week in cute cabin and decompress. Instead her dreams are invaded by a mysterious sensual man with swirling purple eyes. Soon she wonders if he’s more than just the man of her dreams.

The Falcon Ridge Series Book 2 Six months after the battle with Torrents army, Caledons Security Unit decided to open a training camp for young adults from all the Alliance packs. Sarah Reynolds: I live in Black Lake. A tiny town that sits on the southern border of Falcon Ridge. After the Dragons attacked, my parents became worried they would attack again so they signed us up for the Caledon Boot Camp. I'm what you consider a problem child. I tend to get into trouble a lot. I don't want to go to this stupid camp and I'll make them wish they never laid eyes on me. Jayson Duke: I joined the Unit four years ago. I worked hard to get to where I am. Operations Leader was my dream job. That is until they gave it to River Blake. Now I'm told I have to go to Caledon to train their recruits. These aren't soldiers, they're kids. I don't train kids. I'm already angry that I have to be here, but it's made worse when I find out the Terror of Black Lake is here. Here to make my job hell. She's been all kinds of trouble for my pack in Black Lake and I'll be damned if she thinks she can make trouble for me here.

Esme is the gamma of the shadow crescent pack sampson is the alpha. Alpha sampson has a deep dark obsession with Esme who is oblivious about his love for her. She has waited and saved herself for her fated mate. Alpha sampson plans to make Esme his luna at any cost and will stop at nothing. Love is found lives are lost. Will Esme accept sampson? Or her mate?

Mi hijo me pidió algo que no podía darle. —Solo tres oportunidades, mamá —susurró—. Si después de eso realmente no nos ama... nos iremos para siempre. Estaba hablando de su padre, Giovanni Romano, el heredero de un imperio mafioso y mi esposo solo de nombre. Él nunca nombró a mi hijo como suyo y no me dijo que me amaba ni una sola vez. En la primera oportunidad, a Giovanni le falló la memoria, en la segunda, mintió y en la tercera... rompió algo que ninguna disculpa podía arreglar. Así que empacamos nuestras maletas, tomé la mano de mi hijo y nos fuimos. Sin lágrimas ni despedidas, solo en silencio. La noche en que nuestro avión despegó, mi teléfono vibró. “Espera”, decía su mensaje. “Regresaré a casa”. Pero ya mi casa no estaba donde él estaba, sino donde mi hijo finalmente pudiera dormir sin llorar. Porque algunas promesas no se rompen, se destruyen, y algunas madres se cansan de esperar.