Amyra was sentenced to community service at a bleak academy in the town of 'Rennington' (a middle of nowhere backwater across country), only to later learn that it was no coincidence. She was drawn by something evil; something dark. She later discovers that love and treachery can often play kindred spirits in a race for your soul.
[Scene]: City on Fire! ...
It was mid-spring in the rustic, New England town of Rennington when a vast explosion thundered angrily in the dead of night. The dreadful blast woke nearly every resident in the vicinity. Mass panic ensued amongst the townsfolk as they frantically searched for answers whilst fearing for their safety. The poisonous smoke caked the air like a nuclear plant, belching into the night sky and permeating surrounding areas. As frightened citizens ran out onto the streets, they began to witness firsthand the blasts' aftermath. Windows shattered; structures were demolished; car alarms were triggering throughout, saturating the air like a clamorous symphony, while nearby emergency systems slowly failed. Injured seniors and children, assaulted by the horrific night's event, were laid out on the cold, hard concrete for comfort. As crowds started to gather in disarray, someone shouted, "LOOK! TURN AROUND!" The masses focused their attention down the street, where smoke billowed from behind the football stadium, abreast to the local school.
Mr. Wilson, a senior and pillar of the community, tremulously grabbed his cell to call for help, but the 9-1-1 Dispatch Line was blocked. Soon after, the crowd noticed several emergency sirens racing towards many affected areas. For many, the local school was a significant revenue stream for the region. The fear of possible devastation clouded the petrified citizens' thoughts, as many students and families lived or worked on campus. What if they are hurt? several contemplated. What if the school was destroyed? Dreary thoughts ran through the minds of many, especially since the closest hospital was far into the next city. As the crowd stood in awe over the tragedy, Mr. Wilson started walking towards the hazardous area, whispering, "I hope nothing's happened to our little Saints." Those sharing his sentiment followed him blindly into the night.
Before this madness, the world knew nothing of Rennington; she was just another unindustrialized, middle of nowhere backwater with no landmarks worthy of recognition. As the years went on, many families left the antiquated city to start anew, anywhere they could find better opportunities. For those that stayed behind, the few acceptable options remained in farming, local businesses, government, the clergy, and lastly, the local school, "SAINT BARTHOLOMEW ACADEMY OF THE SACRED HEARTS" (SBA). SBA was the only school in the town, and because of its boarding status, all attendees were required to live onsite during academic periods. To guardians and parents, the fear of the unknown grew more daunting by the second. As residents ran closer, they saw the flames from the hillside engulfing the affected areas, especially in the southern region. Many onsite residents were evacuated as the flames were being extinguished. The scene was pure terror, so much destruction and chaos. Parents already were desperately trying to escape the atrocity, fleeing in the opposite direction of their advancing nosy spectators.
As rescued families were taken to overflowing, poorly prepared shelters, firefighters worked tirelessly throughout the wee hours to salvage what they could. By then, half the academy was demolished. The area looked like a battlefields' aftermath, and the damage post a pandemic would undoubtedly place the region back under another state of emergency. Radio services remained inoperable; TV stations were now down as well. Many gathered in solidarity around law enforcement to hear what was going on. Screaming babies and the affected lamented through the night, scared with toxic fumes to fill their nauseated bellies. The town's crown jewel was gone, and her support along with it, her beautiful classrooms, now ash. Labs, and recreation rooms, now reduced to cinder. All that was left was the administrative building, but it was deeply in need of renovations before the damage. Now SBA as a whole seemed beyond saving.
Many couldn't believe that something like this could ever happen here. There was no doubt about it; this was no mere accident, many immediately suspected; it was JUDGEMENT. Media shots of the rescued students and staff tearing up from smoke inhalation or injuries while escaping were heart-rending. Only two-thirds of the population survived, as so many innocently trapped or sleeping lives died tragically in their stasis and were now being carried out in droves.
With so many now displaced, the town would indeed be devastated forever. Hope was moot at this point. After body IDs were traced, it later surfaced that the school's Chancellor, Father Vilham D. Flynn, was amongst the dead, which was an immense loss. Father Vilh provided sponsorship for the town and even applied his own family holdings to keep SBA afloat during his tenure. His death was a message that all read loud and clear; they were doomed. Law Enforcement did not share many details except that his incident must have triggered the fire. He was knocked over a sea of chemicals nearby, exposed wires from what police could tell. They believe that the substances ate through the cables triggering the fire that ruptured within the Observatory and later throughout the estate, sending a chain reaction throughout the town. Forensics uncovered trails of a large animal's footprints, nothing more. As reporters swarmed around the school, awaiting Sheriff Malachi's statement, the community banded together in a prayer-like fashion as yellow tape decorated the school grounds like one gigantic crime scene. Groups of specialists moved in and out, collecting large barrels of bio-hazard materials and carefully carting them out of the building. A team of coroners and police began rolling out black body bags, tagging them in a military fashion. They were wearing PPE and bio-hazard coats which drastically stood out to the locals. The crowd gasped as this was an unfamiliar reality to them. Then suddenly, a tween boy in the gathering shrieked, "HOLY SHIT! LOOK AT THE PILES."
Later, the Sheriff appeared very distraught and exhausted. Folks could see the terror on his face as he struggled to straighten himself before sharing his announcement. He officially declared that Father Vilh was killed at 2:40 am. by what appeared to be a large, wild animal. He further stated that the campus was now uninhabitable with a spooked and melancholy demeanor and would be closed indefinitely. The Sheriff refused to share the body count, just limited details about the devastation. As he trembly carried on, a hailstorm appeared out of nowhere, hail of all things, pouring heavily onto the mirky earth. As many rushed to find shelter, the sight of the unaccounted-for weather seemed biblically foreshadowing. "It's the middle of God-damn spring. What the hell could this mean?" one of the frightened townswomen lamented.
"Can't you see Jacqueline? It's a sign!" her friend warned. "We're in deep shit."
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
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Aria Wilson agrees to her step- sister offers to have a one night stand with an old man interchange for large amounts. It will be use for his brother’s operation. What they don’t know is the man she had sex with is turned out to be Jake Thomson! The most powerful man in Golden City, a multi-billionaire. Her step- sister Ayah, pretended that she is the one he was with that night so she is the on who gained wealth. Aria got pregnant and walked away but after five years she came back and her children…
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
After two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." Kristian froze. "Come again?" He thought she was ordinary—but Freya was the genius behind their fortune. And now that she'd gone, he'd do anything to win her back.