Your Eternal Lies Novels & Stories

edit. ​"The one who stays becomes the Eternal Lead," the Co-Writer whispered, a cruel light in her obsidian eyes. "They stay in the draft. They endure the 'Sequel.' They suffer through the 'Re-boots' and the 'Dark Fantasies' and the 'Tragedies' for as long as the readers are willing to pay for a subscription. They get the Legend. But they never get the Peace." ​The Negotiation of the Soul ​Kael Davis stumbled toward the table, his breath coming in shallow rasps. The threadbare jacket he wore seemed to age him a decade with every second. He looked at the Exit Key, then at Nora.

“You traded the rarest gift of the Goddess for a lie. This is the price.” “What lie? I saved Livia’s life!” “You told me it was a temporary, life-sharing bond,” her voice grew even colder. “Then why is her name carved into the Eternal Sigil on your chest? And a life debt. Are you sure you even remember who really saved you?” “Of course it was Livia—” A cold little laugh came from the crystal. “Goodbye, Darius. From this day forward, we are nothing to each other.” “Wait! Isolde!”

The love tucked between the lines was like honey, but it was also torturous, like poison. It had him sobbing one moment, then smiling through tears the next. Suddenly gloomy, suddenly joyful. Those two extremes kept surging through him, and the heart that had gone numb from despair began to burn again. He wondered if this was the last light before everything went dark, or the lighting of the fire that would bring back light? Nelson did not know what kind of ending waited ahead. All he could do was pray. He prayed for the secret thoughts that nineteen-year-old Sinead had recorded in her own script to be the means of his escape from the wreckage.

Their silver-blue ember glowed in the central brazier, a promise that truth and love endure beyond every trial. Author’s Note Eternal Embers was inspired by my fascination with hidden societies, the power of choice, and the alchemy of art. I hope Isabelle’s sketches and Alexander’s courage encourage you to discover then rekindle the embers within your own story. .

With tears streaking his face, he began pleading with raw emotions, "Honey, we used to be happy, right?" He asked if I had forgotten the snow-capped mountains we had seen, as well as the lakes, sunsets, and fireworks. He asked if I had forgotten the cakes we had baked, the love locks we had hung, and the wishes we had written down on cards. He went on and on, earnestly rambling about the past. If it were before, I would have melted under his sincere, emotional words. Staring at the tear-stricken face of the man kneeling on the ground, I asked, "What was written on the back of the wish card?"

"You f*cking lied to me! You were planning to sneak out from me again, and you know it!" I wrenched my arm out of his grip. "You have the audacity to stand there and yell at me for lying to you, Ethan? Seriously? After all of the lies you've said to me? You don't get to talk to me about breaking promises! I would've said whatever was necessary to get you to leave me the hell alone!"

“Oh, so you’ve seen the papers, haven’t you?” “You said you were going to contact them to change it.” “I lied,” she answered carelessly. “You know, the same way you lied to Dylan Bass and told him my proposal was yours.” “That’s what this is about?” “What? You think I was just going to let you get away with pulling such a dirty trick? Of course, that’s what this is about? How does it feel to not be given the credit you deserve, Dominic? I bet it’s an amazing feeling.”

CHAPTER-18. THE GUARANTE JACKSON wanted to lie to himself. He wanted so badly to stop believing his sight. However, his heart and mind that were usually always positive for some reason have changed drastically, turning negative. Jackson landed his butt on the sofa. Netranya watched as the blanket that was supposed to cover Beverly and Dimitry's bodies slid from its place. Now what appeared in front of him was Beverly's flawless skin that clung to Dimitry's skin. I don't know what they were dreaming of, Jackson could clearly guess that their dream was so beautiful that they didn't notice it.

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Eternal. The word eternal can be defined as an everlasting or universal spirit representing the Moon Goddess lasting or existing forever. Let that sink in. I wasn't always an Eternal Wolf. Before I was ever an Eternal Wolf, I was the Alpha Queen. Becoming the Alpha Queen wasn't easy by any stretch of the word, but being the Alpha Queen shaped me into the she-wolf I have become. I didn't know it then, but I was destined for greatness. The Moon Goddess made sure of that. Saving my people, and really the earth realm from absolute destruction wasn't something I was thinking about when I was a young wolf. Little did I know.