Not long after they moved in together, Eva's black-outs got so bad that her relationship with Seven became strained-as his thoughts started drifting back to his ex Faye, who was all but a ghost to him now. So when she insisted that he take her to French's Forest, to visit with his reclusive family for the first time, the horror of introducing her to his strange fanged kin was only secondary in concern, next to his mounting fear that Faye would grow dangerously jealous of Eva-and try to take back what She felt was rightfully Hers.
"Eva ..." Seven said softly, nudging his new love nervously-wishing she would wake. She had been slipping in and out for an hour now―curled up against him.
He brushed some stray red tresses back from her slumber-some face―exposing her neck, which he now gently kissed-hoping to gently rouse her.
He did not want to disturb her, but he could not resist it. He gently bit her. She moaned under the shallows of sleep-smacking her black lips, nostrils flaring.
It always made him edgy whenever she nodded off, for he knew how Faye would start cutting in at the shadows.
Even in the most serene hours that Eva ever slept―he had watched for his ex Faye to make Her next entrance-and so his life had slowly become unlivable.
Being so constantly at attention-forever unsure when She would come again-he had already spent too many a quiet sleepless morning in solemn prayer.
Likewise, watching over Eva in deep meditation, every dark and stormy night-he would hope against all odds, that Faye would never again return into his life.
This was his last chance at love.
He had eventually theorized that the reason Faye mainly materialized while Eva was undone from wakefulness, was because it was at those times that his subconscious was more easily swayed over Her way-allowing Her to thus more accurately sense his presence, wherever he was at―even as far beyond the reaches of French's Forest as New London.
'Come back to Me, Seven, ' She would beckon to him. 'Come back to the woods where you've always belonged. Look inside the dark recesses of your heart-and you will find I have always been waiting there, still caged by these crooked trees that you once called home.'
Plus, to make matters worse, Eva often suffered from fainting spells-due to an old childhood concussion-during which times Faye's appearances increased.
Eva even knew when a spell was coming on, for her mind would cloud over in what she called her 'black thoughts'―and nothing blocked them.
Her eyes would roll back-leaving him scrambling for her smelling salts-looking over his shoulders in every direction for Faye to suddenly materialize.
So far Eva had always recovered from every episodes with a braver determination―but there ever remained this underlying tension between them―forever braced for anything, in anticipation of pending future occurences.
Everything had really started getting worse once they began living together.
Due to different work schedules, Eva had taken to falling asleep before Seven.
For a few months everything was uneventful-but then one dreadful midnight, to his heart-sinking horror he heard a small scratching at the window.
He snuck across the room to peek outside-but there was nothing there.
Cranking the pane open, he leaned out to take in the cool damp night air.
There was a stillness about the city that soon left him most darkly disquieted.
A train whistled in the distance like woodwinds heralding a calm before dawn.
Crawling back under covers―he lay awake listening to the random urban soundscape-and just like he did every night, he thanked his lucky stars that French's Forest was many miles away.
He slowly closed his eyes―and his mind's eye rolled over the city's towered skyline―observing the myriad denizens of the streets far down below beneath him.
No matter how dangerous the alleys of New London ever were, the woods of his youth were what truly always haunted his days, what reminded him of real fear.
Everyday thugs and thieves left him most immensely reassured in contrast to the memory of the terror that was Faye.
Growing up in French's Forest had steeled him for the big city streets in ways only he would ever now truly understand.
The haunting sounds of an eerie breeze―and the traumatic memories of ghoulish, supernatural encounters-were enough to numb him to the worst kind of scum New London could ever conjure up.
The truth was in contrast to French's Forest this town seemed so very tame.
Now just then he began to sense a growing malevolence at the gates to his mind-which worried him to no good end.
He tried to shut out the feelings by closing his eye-lids―but there came to him an awareness of a third presence in the room. After he could deny it no longer, he opened his eyes once more―and gasped to see Faye's silver body slithering upside-down across the ceiling toward him-hissing as She did-insidiously menacing in Her deliberate approach, silently stalking Her prey.
Her long black hair hung down hiding Her horns-exposing Her wickedly pointed ears. Her green eyes glowered and glowed down at him. Her silver skin sometimes seemed silken as tissue-sometimes molten as lava. She took on many forms-but always cast a formidable terror into any who looked upon Her.
He tried to scream for help, but nothing sounded-and Eva remained fast asleep, apparently deeply undisturbed.
He tried to move, but he found himself paralyzed-and Faye hovered down on to him now-with a dark, mischievous intent emblazoned upon Her face in a malevolent expression of rage.
As She descended-he could not protest-and She took his carnal body that night, for hours on end, grinning evilly throughout-with Eva curled up quietly next to him, wholly clueless to the dark trespass and ongoing transgression.
From that day forward he felt hollow in spirit, in the hellish after-thoughts that he had irreversibly spoiled his love with Eva by letting Faye get through his guard, to have him Her way against his wishes.
He had been used and toyed with like an animal to Her cunning eyes and seductress smile. His will was suspended for just one night, long enough to ruin the rest of his life, long enough to lose it all.
But he knew it would serve nothing to tell Eva now, for that would be a selfish act, just to make himself feel better, when it was Faye who was to blame not Eva. Evan did not deserve to be punished for Faye's fallen ways. He would be brave.
Now at least, he hoped that by bringing Eva back to the Forest, he could redeem himself, by proving his feelings for her-and finding some inner peace again.
He would introduce her to his family-and if nothing else-for once and for all-Faye would know who he truly cherished-and with whom he was truly finished.
Faye would grow terribly jealous, he knew in his heart, and possibly try to intervene-but he had no choice, he had to show Eva how he truly genuinely felt.
In the future, Eterniti became the New Afterlife--leading Humanity astray from its natural mortal designs. Time Travel and Immortality led to dead ends for the Spirit in Man--preventing both ascension to Heaven and judgment in Hell--leaving only endless hollow service to the self--turning existence into a meaningless exercise in all things carnal.
Kyle Kane loved his job in security. He had a good girl and regularity. But then one day he was laid off and it all began to unravel. His relationships frayed, his health deteriorated--and he began to sink into a desperate depression.So he determined to put an end to everything, by killing himself with the very gun he had used to protect people for twelve years. But what he did not expect, was for Fate to intervene--under the attentive care of an old Grey wizard named Om, who had for centuries practiced in giving suicides second chances.Om granted him a three day stay between worlds--leaving him with one foot in Hell--and one still here on Earth. He allowed him Three Keyes--three clues to redemption--in how to win his Karma back and learn the lesson in his failure to find hope--to cling to mortality just a while longer and reclaim his life.So Kyle was sent on a breakneck speed Spiritual Quest to wrest his life back, save his girl--and help unite the Squatch and Human races to fend off a double assault of subterranean and alien invasions, as the Tenth Dark Sun Planet Nibiru made it's final approach, rocking the electro-magnetosphere of Earth, pushing the poles ever closer to a new shift, tearing down the veils between worlds, collapsing all dimensions, sending up tsunamis, erupting ancient volcanoes--striking quakes over continents--throwing down molten fire rain--and causing climactic chaos across the far shores of the planet.The new Human-Squatch alliance would be tried in every way, tested to their ultimate strengths, in order to repel and eradicate the Annunaki Snakes, Evil Elder Greys--and traitorous Men in Black.But along the way Kyle learned his true enemy was Om, the Mastermind behind his twisted Fate--and the one man who could take the Soulfyr back--the power that now allowed him to stay alive for Heather.So as the Great Lizard War ensued, Kyle and a band of unsung heroes sought to end the reign of Om over his split-soul Wynderelves--and so return to those tortured spirits the one thing they were missing: control over their own Fates--and whether they chose to live or die.
When Gavin Callow moved to New London to take care of his grandson Devin Drake, after the boy’s folk perished in a fated plane crash one Halloween Eve--he never would have guessed where his growing suspicions would lead him--and what his secret black arts would soon unleash. He would spend the rest of his days hunting down the monsters of his own conjuring--in a desperate effort to redeem his soul before the end times were over. Meanwhile, the Devilbilly Motherships began arriving--and all of Earth faced a long, dark reckoning. So the first wave of the Ichen Invasion began ...
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
Sara Mae Xavier is living every Omega's dream--she is the Alpha King's mate! That's until he betrays and rejects her. He also accuses her falsely, and she is sentenced to two years at the notorious North Academy, a campus made specifically for delinquent werewolves. She has no idea how she'll survive, being a weak Omega, but she soon realises that's the least of her problems. Her roommates are three Alphas, each with a notorious reputation of his own. But that's not the worst part...why on earth does she have a mate bond to all of them?
Five years ago, he upped and left his wife without informing her. He had always felt unworthy. As a result, he decided to go and become a better man. It took him five whole years of daily hard work. When he was satisfied, he returned as a powerful and honorable man. He intended to start a family with his wife. But he got back to meet the greatest shocker of his life. He actually had a daughter!
Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.