Walking Disaster

"At your darkest hour, when all seems lost and there is no hope of light. When you feel the darkness pressing in on you from every side, when you find yourself standing on the precipice of oblivion, A Hero will descend from the Moon.     His glittering silver face will cast a bright light upon your path. Avoid him, but it will be impossible. You will thrive hard to run... that's when the beast in you will Awake, and you'll meet the real you".  People say she's Beautiful when she smiles, but unfortunately, life isn't funny to her in any way. Poor Freya. At the age of Nine, she lost her parents in a day, making her live a life of torture with her Uncle. She was tossed out of the house at midnight into the ferocious rain after being beaten, stripped, scratched with whips, and tormented without cause by her uncle's wife. Bracing her difficulties and keeping her mother's last words in her heart.   In an iconic scenario, she met a Wolf whom they both had two things in common.  Rejected and Devastated.  They face their terrible fates together, walking together till she  becomes his Human Luna, Impossible?  

You think I'm a bully because of house problems, or parent problems” he tells me sneering it out as he walks towards me, which makes me move back as reflex. “Well pretty face, you’ve got it all wrong” he whispers out, taking another step towards me, and as a reflex I move back, until I discover my back has hit the locker “I am a bully because I want to be, because I like it, it is like a hobby you know, so, get the fuck out of my face” he tells me, sneering the last statement, which caught me off-guard, and makes me shiver. “too bad for you also, seems like you’ve seen your match, and I would mind the tone you speak to me Mister” I tell him walking towards him, which makes him take several steps back He looks at me with a face full of surprise, seems like the first time someone stands up to him, I don't know and in fact I don't care.

After Evelyn Rivera's parent brutal murder, she turned into a brutal leader. Not untill her heart is captured by her manager, who also happens to be an important figment of her past. Seth had his mind set on one thing before walking into Eve's winery. it was to take revenge and destroy it. But would his plans change when he got to know that she was the girl he had been looking for all his life?

"I welcome the bride and groom onto the stage!" A pastor said on the mic when the guest and the family members started clapping their hands while welcoming our beautiful couples. Julian grabbed Merry's wrist when she shared a look with him with a smile on his lips. Both of the couples are the center of attention in the hallway—they start walking on the stage while waving their hands at guests. Merry looked at her family members. The family members are smiling at her, but there is a mask behind those smiling faces. They are the monsters in the human-form, she knew very well. "Smile as you can because now the bad time has started for all of you—you people will cry day and night. "I am going to take everything from you guys!" Merry YELLED IN MIND while passing a fake smile to her members. Merry's parents have been separated by her own family. She has been far from her father for decades and missed the love. Merry came to take revenge on her family. "Now, the bride and groom can kiss each other!" The pastor said this after completing the rituals. Merry turned to Julian while biting her lips to kiss him. She was so shy, but Julian stepped close and didn't hesitate to kiss her on the lips. Her eyes widened as soon as his lips touched hers—his lips were so warm, and her body shivered to the spine, making her eyes close in response. This story is not just about revenge but also about a beautiful love story.

"YOUR MINE DAMN IT NEVER FORGET THAT" She's Anastasia. All her life she grew up on the streets, helpless and hungry, until one day a boy came into her life and taught her how to fight, and afterwards he left just like everyone does. But she started street fighting turned into a badass. They considered her as the she-devil. Meet Luca Phoenix the leader of one of the biggest mafias of the world. He is cold hearted. Sleeps around. Is a Greek God. He also has lost his parents. The typical cliché bad boy. One problem, they both love it when they see fear in people's eyes, but they both aren't scared of anything, not even death itself scares them. What happens when faith takes a role in both of there lives and they meet. Will they fall in LOVE?or will it be a tragic disaster? Could it be A love so strong? Maybe A love that can't be ignored? A TOXIC LOVE perhaps?

"Do you think I would hurt you? You were hand-selected for me by the Goddess." "I don't know what to think. I have waited the last two years to be claimed by you. I arrive here and I have been essentially ignored!" He stepped into me, his luminous golden eyes razing me with the stoked flames burning in their depth. "Madison, I want to love you. I have never wanted anything more than to love you!" His words were a fervent plea as he snatched my hand. "No, you wanted a Bride. A walking womb. Nothing more, nothing less." Ice settled in my chest. I could never love a monster that only wanted me for my ovaries. "So here I am, Husband. A ripe field to plow." He staggered back, my words cutting him as sharply as any knife. He turned his wounded gaze on me, but I steeled myself. I would not allow myself to believe this could ever be anything more than a business arrangement. I was a means to an end for the Weres. The continuation of their race. A broodmare. Madison Timms had known she would be a Moon-Bride since the year she turned sixteen. Now she has finally been claimed by her Alpha husband. When Alpha Xander Cross meets his goddess-blessed mate, he only wants to love her. Regardless of her humanity. Will his love thaw her icy heart? Or will they be torn apart by the world they are trying to rebuild?

On April Fool’s Day, my CEO husband cut out my heart to save his childhood sweetheart's son. After the surgery, he tossed me into a cold rental apartment, where I died in agony. Three days after my death, my five-year-old daughter played in the room as usual. Walking by the sofa, she wrinkled her little nose and mumbled, "Mommy, there's a weird smell in here." She touched my face and murmured, "Mommy, are you pretending to be Snow White? Why are you so pale?" She shook my arm harder and raised her voice, "Mommy, it's my birthday today—get up and blow out the candles!" Confused, she picked up the phone and called her father. “Daddy, did I make Mommy mad? I lit the candles, but no matter how much I call her, she won’t wake up.” On the other end of the call, Patrick Hart’s voice was cold and impatient. “What could possibly be wrong with her? She’s just pretending to be asleep for sympathy. It’s Johnny’s birthday, I’m busy. Don’t bother me! Tell your melodramatic mother to stop playing her little tricks. I don't have time to humor her." My daughter removed the candle from her bun, pinched off a piece of the bun, and fed it to me. "Mommy, I made a secret wish… I really wish you could hold me again, just like before."

URIEL CLAES. Not only was I a blind Alpha and a laughingstock. But it was inescapable to avoid this Omega, my mate, foreordained by the moon goddess, to be with five mates. Can you imagine that? Out of the fuckward alphas for her to be with, she chose me. A blind Alpha who can’t tell the difference between a red cloth and a blue one. How hilarious is that? RAAVA SNOWFALL. I was an eyesore within the Frostbite clan and my family, tormented, abused, and ridiculed me in front of everyone. Including my husband. My life became completely consumed by anguish, pain, and derision when my father sold me to an Alpha for his own selfish interests, who shamelessly turned out to be one of my mates. An arrogant, cold-hearted playboy from another pack who gets into anything with a hole became my husband. Surviving each day as his wife was like walking over hot coals. I knew I needed to survive, but none of my mates I have come across could help me. Until I met this blind alpha, I knew what I needed to do.

After her heart was shattered due to her lover's decision to marry the director's daughter at their workplace, Hayle, an obstetrician, is determined to win back her former lover by implanting Lucas's embryo into her womb.But disaster strikes when the seed is accidentally swapped, and Hayle must come to terms with the fact that she is pregnant with an unknown man's child. Amidst her dilemma of whether to continue her pregnancy or terminate it, Hayle must confront the mysterious man who claims to be the father of the baby she is carrying. Another issue is that the man is unhappy that she is pregnant with his child."Who are you?" Hayle's eyes darted around as she saw the figure of the man in front of her."If you dare to do anything to my baby inside your womb, you will know who I am!" The voice, like the wind in winter, left Hayle frozen in place. Her lips trembled uncontrollably. "Al-alright."

Eidolon Avenue: Where the secretly guilty go to die. One building. Five floors. Five doors per floor. Twenty-five nightmares feeding the hunger lurking between the bricks and waiting beneath the boards. The sequel to Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast (“a great read...powerful and jarring” - Cemetery Dance) returns to the voracious Eidolon as it savors The Second Feast. A narcoleptic man in apartment 2A battles a vengeful past determined to rob him of everything as he runs from the barbaric disaster of a delusional love. A woman in 2B, reinventing herself to please a callous boyfriend, discovers the horrors that wait in the shadows of her self-renovation. The man in 2C, a teacher at the nearby Catholic girl’s school, collapses beneath the brutal consequences of his lecherous desires. An older woman in 2D, after decades dedicated to the church, is cornered at last by the grisly carnage beating at the hollow center of her faith. And a college student in 2E, hungry to escape an ignored life of invisible anonymity, finds herself captured between the pages of a ravenous book. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every drop of spilled blood, every silent, complicit moment of cowardice is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing