Skye returns. With 2 big surprise something that will shock everyone. Jonah returns but not as everyone knows him as. Big changes are to be made
Jason's Point of View
Everyone has been ignoring me since that dreadful day, she left, I've just felt incomplete, as if my other half has gone. She has. I'm such an idiot, I should have just let her explain then maybe she would still be here. We had gone to find Skye that day to bring her back but we were unsuccessful in doing so, instead we had found her sister Annabeth unconscious at Skye's Ice Place, she had not aged since her death so we were able to immediately identify her. Annabeth had an oblong facial shape with a pale smooth complexion, she had round green eyes which was sympathetic to what his sister had gone through when after she had died, she had pouting light pink lips, she had a luxurious red wavy hair which reached just at her chest, she had a slim body frame right away and was wearing a red jumper and black jeans with black ankle boots.
"Hey guys" I said when I saw the guys with a fake smile.
"What is it, Jason?" Riley spitted as if my name was poison in her mouth.
"Come on guys, how long are you going to hate me for?" I asked with a frown.
"Until Skye comes back" Nathan said with his big heavy accent.
"What if she never comes back?" I asked confused.
"Then we'll always hate you" Michelle said with a sneer. Bang! We all ran to where the sound originated from, there was 2 bodies on the floor unconscious. The girl looked so familiar but I couldn't see her properly because Nathan and Brett are in front of me. Michelle walked to them and pushes the older one on her back.
It can't be. But it is.
"It's Skye" Annabeth whispered with her eyes widen but we still heard her.
"Skye" I whispered knowing that no one heard me.
Brett's Point of View
It's really her. It's Skye. Jason tries to walk to her but I wouldn't let him, I've always been protective of Skye, she's my little sister.
"Where do you think you're going?" I asked with a glare.
"I'm going to Skye" Jason yelled at me.
"No, you're not! You're the reason as to why she bloody left in the first place!" I yelled back but Tatiana shushed me straight away.
"She's still unconscious you two! If you're going to yell then do it outside" she whispered yelled to us. We just shut up but we still simply glared at each other. We were pulled out of our glare by a moaning sound. We looked towards Skye and saw the little kid was starting to wake up. He had square facial shape and baby soft complexion, he had squinty brown eyes and full lips, he had dark brown hair that reached just above his ears. He looked familiar to someone I used to know but I couldn't put my finger on it, he was wearing a light grey circle collared shirt with a beige jacket to keep him warm.
He started to sit up slowly. He looked around and looked scared, he saw Skye and ran to her shaking her trying to wake her up.
"Skye! Wake up!" He yelled. He did it again and this time she actually woke up.
"Peter, what's going on?" Skye asked.
"Skye?" Annabeth asked innocently.
"Hi guys" Skye replied with her voice breaking and tears pricking her eyes but you could tell that she didn't really wanted to cry, she couldn't control it. "Annabeth? H-how are you here? You died" she said standing up and walking to Annabeth.
"We don't know. They found me unconscious at the Ice Palace, I didn't even I was dead, they had to explain everything that I missed." Annabeth explained while hugging Skye.
"Skye." Jason whispered with his voice breaking.
Michelle, Henrik, Riley. The names of the new guardians to help protect the world from evil who wish to harm it. But one is not yet ready for the responsibilities, for they still have issues to deal with. But 3 years have had to pass for them to be ready. Ready to deal with the new evil that wishes to take away all the good in the world and leave it in despair. 3 years and they are all finally ready. Sequel: The Daughter Returns
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."