Novel & Cerita Who Is Missing At The End Of Onyx Storm

Sarah Johnson, one girl's name trapped in her tragic past because both of her parents died. And in the last remaining years she spend her life without them, everything change. Until her grandmatger take her off to the orphanage. And there she had a chance again to live like normal. But after she turned 15 her grandmother died in the same day and month where her parents died too. And she couldn't take it anymore. She left her hometown and gone to the city. There she found Lesley, whose now is her bestfriend and her family. They helped her to moved on from the past and they ofdered her a job. And she starts going to school again as well as Lesley. She wanted to start over again. And there he meets the playboy, hearttrob man named Wayne, whom he wants to date because of one dare. But the he failed. And his failure made him want to stop those dares that his friend and him that's been going on every year. But that one dare didn't stop him and lately after they're encounter he jept the promise of not bothering him anymore but one thing he had kept was he stayed far and watch her. Did he fall for her already? That's the question...and Will he be able to tell her if he does? Well some may say he can but what if a tragic truth has been uncovered. Will he be able to tell and Will Sarah know?

Zara wakes up after two years of being in coma and now has to adjust to her life after realizing that she also lost three years of her memories. Her curiosity drives her to investigate her past. A past with its own pains. Love finds her but will this love put her incomplete broken pieces together or break her even further? Kehinde, a ruthless business mogul, cold and indifferent on another side of the world with a dark secret. A man living in his own nightmare holding on to the tiny beam of light in his life. How will their different world worlds collide? Will two broken souls heal each other and find true love and happiness? There is no present without the past. What secrets do the past hold? How will the past decide the future Find out as you read this story. Do join her as she finds herself. FINDING MY MISSING PIECE Please drop a review. All constructive criticism is accepted.

Duluth city was in an uproar because of the 5th murder in the last few months by a mysterious serial killer Red Rose who leaves his/her sign after every murder. A simple cafe owner Rose Walton was suspected as a killer Red Rose by her own boyfriend Alexander Jones who is a special agent in police service and the officer in charge of the case 'Red Rose'Alexander suspects her own girlfriend because of her mysterious activities and her connection in the past to all victims.Is Rose Walton, 'The killer Red Rose'???

“You didn’t stick to your end of the contract, Ms. Cortez” “I… it’s been over five years now, and the contract has expired. Let me go, Mr. Storm.” I gasped as he jerked me forward, his large palm pressing against my throat and his nose brushing against mine lightly. “Time can’t undo what’s mine, River.”….How did I end up in the arms of my new billionaire boss? How did I become the toy of his obsession? Why does he suddenly want me to be the mother of his heir after just one night? I knew Mr. Storm was out of the ordinary. I thought I could stick to my part of the contract—mainly to get back at my ex—until I walked into the locked room he had warned me never to enter. Mr. Storm was worse than anything Vegas had ever imagined, and I needed to run before I became one of his experiments.

My husband, David Wright, brought me and my three-month-old son, Leo Wright, to his parents' for the holidays. But while Leo was asleep, my niece, Lana Wright, and her classmates carried him upstairs and threw him down. My baby died right in front of me. I lost my mind. I scooped him up and tried to rush him to the hospital, but it was already too late. He was gone before we ever made it there. Because Lana was still a minor, she barely faced any consequences. The court ordered her family to pay eight hundred thousand dollars in compensation, but my sister-in-law, Ariel Whittaker, wailed and screamed, accusing me of trying to drive them to their deaths. I cried until I felt like my heart had been torn apart. All I wanted was justice. But David and my mother-in-law, Nancy Wright, only scolded me. “Lana is just a child too! Are you really going to destroy her life just because your son died?” I never got my revenge. In the end, grief and hatred hollowed me out. That winter, I died of a heart attack. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the holiday gathering. This time, I immediately called my parents and asked them to take my son away. But even then, my niece still threw a baby from upstairs.

On her first day working as a cleaner at a luxury restaurant in Manhattan, Valerius thinks she has finally found a decent job to keep herself afloat. But her hope is shattered when a wealthy customer openly gropes her. Refusing to be humiliated, she slaps him across the face—and gets fired on the spot. For the past five years, Valerius has struggled to survive after waking up in a hospital with no memory of her past. No family. No identity. No one to rely on. But the incident catches the attention of Gideon Vance, a powerful billionaire and the owner of the restaurant. To Gideon, Valerius is the spitting image of Evanthe—his ex-wife and the woman he hates most. Five years ago, Evanthe gave birth to their daughter, abandoned the baby at the front gate of their mansion, and vanished without a trace. Gideon is convinced that Valerius is Evanthe, pretending to have amnesia to escape her past. And when circumstances force Valerius to accept his offer to become the nanny of the daughter she supposedly abandoned, she finds herself living under the same roof as a man who despises her more than anyone else. While Gideon demands answers for a past she doesn't remember, Valerius has only one response: "I don't know who Evanthe is. But I'll never bow to a man who thinks money can buy everything."

After Emily Cross died in an accident, I went through three years of absolute hell. This year, on the anniversary of her death, I escaped from a rehab facility overseas just to see her one last time. Stumbling into the cemetery in a daze, I passed a couple walking the other way. The man's voice was laced with annoyance. "You're almost at your due date, and you still insisted on coming to the cemetery. What a hassle." The woman gave a soft laugh. "We agreed we'd come pay respects to your father. I couldn't just back out." That voice stopped me cold. Turning my neck stiffly, I saw the face that had haunted me for three years. Emily Cross, heavily pregnant. And beside her was my mother's illegitimate son, Jake. A chill ran through me. Shaking, I pulled out my phone and snapped a photo. Then I sent it to her forensic pathologist friend. [She's not dead, is she?]

Grace Anderson is a striking young lady with a no-nonsense and inimical attitude. She barely smiles or laughs, the feeling of pure happiness has been rare to her. She has acquired so many scars and life has thought her a very valuable lesson about trust. Dean Ryan is a good looking young man with a sanguine personality. He always has a smile on his face and never fails to spread his cheerful spirit. On Grace's first day of college, the two meet in an unusual way when Dean almost runs her over with his car in front of an ice cream stand. Although the two are opposites, a friendship forms between them and as time passes by and they begin to learn a lot about each other, Grace finds herself indeed trusting him. Dean was in love with her. He loved everything about her. Every. Single. Flaw. He loved the way she always bit her lip. He loved the way his name rolled out of her mouth. He loved the way her hand fit in his like they were made for each other. He loved how much she loved ice cream. He loved how passionate she was about poetry. One could say he was obsessed. But love has to have a little bit of obsession to it, right? It wasn't all smiles and roses with both of them but the love they had for one another was reason enough to see past anything. But as every love story has a beginning, so it does an ending.

My mate, Raelor Thorne, is the Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack. He once swore that in this lifetime, he would mark only me. Yet one month before our marking ceremony, he insisted that he must first mark with Seraphine Morcant, his late brother's mate. He claimed it was to comfort her and preserve his brother's bloodline. He said he would help her conceive an heir, so the line would not die. I refused. He brought it up every day after that, pressing harder each time, leaving me no room to breathe. Then, half a month before the ceremony, I received a report from the Pack Healing Sanctum. It stated clearly that Seraphine had already been marked and was nearly one month pregnant. In that moment, I finally understood. Raelor had never intended to ask for my consent. So I canceled the marking ceremony. I burned every token that tied us together. On the day we were meant to bind our lives, I left Silvermoon Territory alone. I traveled to the Obsidian Pack to further my mastery of healing arts and formally accepted the position of Chief Healer within their Order. From that day forward, there would be nothing left between Raelor and me. No bond. No mercy. No return.

Yaszy Romano was taken from Alessio Romano at the age of six. One day the adoptive parents get into a car accident and Alessio get a call from the police. Read to learn more about Yaszy Romano:)