Cho_Joyce

"She is wearing the silver moon necklace, everyone run". the vampire that was hit in the groin said but before they could take off, the light from the necklace allowed the necklace to glow so much that it got the vampires and they burnt and disappeared. Laura saw that it was a good time to run away, who knows how many more of those things were lurking around. She was running for her dear life when she felt a hand pull her and her mouth was covered. She tried to protest but the person wouldn't let her go. "Shh!" He whispered into her ears. "If you don't want to become their dinner, I will advise you to stay put." the voice whispered into her ear. Laura had no choice but to succumb to his protection. Who are these people and what do they want from Laura; an ordinary florist who is working hard to retain her mother's business?

In the world of glitz and betrayal, love isn’t always enough. Riele thought she was just there to help a broken man heal. She never meant to fall for Kim Huxley, the cold, unreadable billionaire whose heart beat louder every time she walked into the room. “Marry me, Riele,” he whispered. And she said yes. But the dream shattered when Jane appeared. “I’m pregnant with his child,” she declared, and the test didn’t lie. “I wanted to choose you,” Kim said. "You didn’t,” Riele replied. “You chose silence.” Do you fight for the love that wrecked you? Or embrace the one that healed you?

In the kingdom of Havila, a king has broken the law by killing all supernatural beings. This has angered the guardians protecting the kingdom, and they have laid a curse that can only be broken by the last surviving supernatural being. Prince Edward must journey to another world to find Phoebe, the last of her kind. But Phoebe is hesitant to help, after learning that Prince Edward is from the kingdom that killed her mother and her people. Will Prince Edward and Phoebe be able to overcome their differences and save Havila, or will the kingdom suffer for its crimes?

"You broke up with me at a time I needed you most... You said I wasn't the one you love... You called me a wh*r*... You said I wasn't your type to begin with... So what would you have me do?" "Beg!" Michael answered instantly. "I expect you to beg for mercy." "You don't deserve my plead, Michael. You don't worth my tears..." She was about to go further when Michael kissed her roughly to the point that she was having a hard time to breath. "Is that why you sold yourself to Kelvin?" He asked after releasing her lips. Nora wiped her lips with her knotted hands. She looked at him and without fear, she said, "Whoever I sell myself to is none of your business. As a wh*r* that you called me to be, you shouldn't keep counts of how many men if I f**k with." Her response made Michael very angry. He had no choice but to push her and r*p* her only to find out she was still a virgin.

Isabella stepped out of the shadows, and she was not alone. A small boy, perhaps four years old, stood beside her. He had Karl’s distinctive, piercing dark eyes and a stubborn set to his jaw that was unmistakably Sterling. "I know I shouldn't be here, Karl," Isabella said, her voice steady despite the tremor in the air. "But the lie is too heavy for me to carry alone." Karl’s hand flew to his holster. It was a reflex born of pure, unadulterated fear. "I sacrificed everything for you to stay invisible, Isabella. I gave up my soul so you could have a chance to live again." He finally turned, his eyes burning with a mix of rage and agony. "Why did you show up here? Do you want to go back to being Vance's woman? Do you want to die?" "I didn't come back for Vance," she interrupted, stepping fully into the moonlight. The light caught the boy’s face, and for a second, Karl’s heart stopped. "You told yourself you were saving your brother's woman that night," she continued. "You told yourself that protecting us was a betrayal of your family." She took a step closer, brave enough to bridge the distance he had spent years building. She placed her hand over Karl’s heart. It was the heart he thought he had buried under the floorboards of the Vancini mansion. "He isn't Vance's son, Karl. He never was. Look at him." She tilted the boy’s head up toward the man who shared his face. "Look at his eyes and tell me you don't see yourself. You didn't save your brother's legacy that night. You saved your own." The world seemed to tilt on its axis. Karl looked down at the boy, and the boy looked back with a fearless, dark intensity. The resemblance was not just a suggestion; it was a loud, echoing truth. The child was a mirror of the man Karl had been before the Sterling business had ground him down. Karl couldn't believe his eyes, but the truth was standing right in front of him... It was undeniable.  If Vance ever found out the truth, the hunt would begin all over again, and this time, there would be no faking a death.