Talentless Return Novels & Stories

The beast lowers its head slow, luminous gold eyes settling level with Wren's own, exhaling a breath that carries nothing of the tunnel's blood and ash, only crisp alpine pine and fresh mountain snow, clean in a way nothing in this fortress has smelled in forty years. Kenneth scrambles backward across the rubble on hands and knees, ancient face draining past pale into something closer to grey, all trace of the mania he wore minutes ago collapsing into raw, paralyzed terror. "No." His voice cracks apart on the single syllable. "Four decades of servitude. You belong to the Crescent Court." His hands claw uselessly at loose stone, finding no purchase, no leverage, nothing left to bargain with.

Dark Plans Upon Your Return - Episode 4 “Do you love me, Fara?” he asked softly. She gasped. “We've barely just met. We don't know anything about each other...” “Answer the question, Mademoiselle.” His fingers once again pinched her flesh, and she felt a surge of pity for this man she didn’t know. “I don’t love you, Jean Le Croíx.” “Truly?”

" You will have complete control. I will chase after you for as long as you desire, just give me one chance to prove myself worthy of you and your heart. I promise you won't regret it. Return to your world not as just anybody, but as my Luna, my great Luna. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen. " It was a plea from the man seated in the highest position of power in the werewolf realm. He was a man worthy of greatness, deserving of so much more than someone like me. Yet, his eyes shone with pure love and affection, a sentiment I didn't feel I was ready for. I couldn't help but wonder why fate had bound me to him, the Alpha King of all people. Would seeking revenge be possib

I pressed my back against the cold wall. My heart pounded against my ribs as I heard their voices. Their tone was infuriatingly casual, utterly cruel, as if nothing ever happened. Olivia's voice dripped with scorn and amusement. "She's more useless now than ever," she sneered. "Not only is she insane, but also barren. Our child will inherit everything.” The moment I heard those words, I froze on the spot. A cold shivers run down my spine, spreading through my lips like ice. Barren.

"Desmond wants the world to view you as an unfit beggar, so we are going to blind them with undeniable power." "Power does not come from expensive silk and stolen jewels, Gideon," Maren argued while trying to ignore the heat radiating from his frame. She kept her gaze fixed on the mirror as he secured the pearls around her neck with unexpectedly gentle fingers. The contrast between his ruthless reputation and his careful touch sent a fresh wave of confusion through her veins.

“Enough! What’s the point of provoking me?” Mike chuckled, taken aback. “I’m not. I’m just trying to remind you of a fact. Of course, unless you feel you’ll never surpass Lily. As I said, hard work is nothing compared to real talent.” “B*llshit!” Rhea suddenly snapped, “I’ll prove hard work matters! So what if Lily is gifted? I’m also talented, okay? She just got lucky. Besides, she’ll become a vessel for the experiment soon!” “A vessel?”

Richard asked Sarah while raising his hand in frustration. "Well, I won't call that being desperate; he's only trying to get what he wants with what he has, and believe me, this isn't my first time encountering people like him, and unlike him, I'm not desperate to do business with him; I can do without it," Sarah said to her uncle before returning his gaze towards her phone. "You are right, you can do without it, but the company needs it, especially the one in New York here, but don't worry, I will see what I can do about it," Richard said to Sarah, who faked a smile at him before returning her gaze to her phone.

“When I was barely more than a boy, on my first sacrifice to the temple, the priestess asked me what I would ask of the goddess in return for the gift of seed and blood, and I asked for love. I asked for the love of a mate. It was… Oh, I lose track and how they count the time passing seems to change with every generation of human historians, so I lose track again and again… “Perhaps twelve hundred years between, perhaps less, the years blur so much… A long time, anyway,” Talen’s eyes went to Aislen, and she thought that in a round-about way he was answering her unasked question about why he had been so defensive about the collection of his blood. Something had happened to him long before and

Tiana got even with Lu Jingli as Soon as they got into the car. "Such money will go a long way to help the company go a little higher. We are almost going bankrupt and you are thinking of buying that much useless jewellery?"Lu Jingli looked at her irritatingly. What kind of senseless woman was Tiana? She has a house full of gold and diamond jewelleries. All expensive ones and rare types. All the expensive and designer jewellery that Theresa Mo has automatically became hers. The latter got divorced and wasn't allowed to pick a needle out of her properties out of the house

She sneered and flung crisp bills at me, one after the other. "Take this money and get lost!" Kian slowly stood up, casually straightening his wrinkled shirt, leaving the buttons undone, exposing the faint red marks on his skin. He walked over to Sandra and pulled her into his arms with practiced ease. "Babe, why are you getting so worked up over a robot who only knows how to make money?" He looked past Sandra at me with a teasing glance. "You're working so hard. The money you've earned is just for us to spend, right?"