When Morana wakes up in a world that is not her own with a man she doesn't know, she must do everything she can to stay alive. Including learning about the new abilities she has attained upon arrival. But when her memories begin to resurface, and when she recognizes Luca as more than the hot-tempered man she's come to know, things start to take a deadly turn. Luca must learn to control the flame both within and without. When he wakes up on a spaceship, fire and rage are all he knows. But as he begins to delve into the mystery of why they were sent to Colarus, he only finds more questions than he does answers.
Everything is frozen.
My body refuses to move as I begin to wake up, slowly and painfully, shaking uncontrollably from the ice that seems to move through my veins. My eyelids begin to open, and then shut, open, and then close. My breath vapors as it leaves my body in huffs. When I get the strength to lift my head, everything I see around me doesn't make sense.
I'm in an enclosed space, tight quarters, and the only source of light is a white light that lines the bottom of whatever enclosure I'm in. Metal bindings hold me to the wall, the edges cutting into my chest. Tubes run out of my arm as do other electrical wires and nodes that are stuck to my skin. I try to move, but nothing budges. My heart hammers as I realize that I'm trapped.
Wires are running from my skin.
Tubes are pumping into my stomach.
Nodes are attached to my neck.
And why does it feel like I'm floating?
I pull at my arms, shake my body, try to move my legs, but nothing seems to work.
A rough shake of the enclosure has my head snapping in all directions, trying to figure out what is going on.
And that's when I notice the man across from me.
I try to calm my breath as I realize I'm not alone. The man seems to be in a similar situation; metal bands hold him against the opposite wall, tubes running from his arms and stomach, and a strange device hovering in front of his face that seems to be helping him breathe. The only difference is that the man seems to be sweating.
A lot.
"Hey," I whisper, my voice coming out in a quiet croak. It feels as if I haven't talked in years. Everything in me feels cold and dry as if my body is thawing from the inside out.
I need water.
Just as the thought enters my mind, there is a hissing sound and one of the tubes funnels water directly into my stomach. I don't dare move for fear of there being pain from the tubes that protruded from my body.
I look back up at the man, trying to keep my panic down.
"Hey," I say with more force, my voice still dry. "Hey, wake up!"
He doesn't move. His head lulls to the side, a wave of dark brown hair coming into view, the machine moving with him. I struggle again, trying to get out of the bands.
The enclosure jumps, my stomach rising into my throat, everything turning weightless. I scream, my voice feeling as if it's ripping to shreds.
"Commencing landing sequence," a woman's voice speaks over the pounding in my ears. "Prepare for landing."
Everything shakes around me and this time, I do lose the contents of my stomach. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to control my breathing, trying to control the rush of adrenaline and the overwhelming panic.
I must have lost consciousness because when I open my eyes again, everything has stopped moving. The tubes are gone from my stomach and in their place are bandages. The bands are still there keeping me in place, but when I try to move, they retract back into the walls. I fall to the ground and collapse into a pile of sick.
I groan, everything in me feeling tight and loose all at once.
The guy still hangs from the wall, but the tubes and machine are gone from his body as well. I stand, my legs are shaking and weak. I reach out to touch him,
"Hey, wake -" I scream in pain as my hand comes into contact with his arm. A loud hiss sounds as I pull my hand away, steam filling the air around us. I look at my hand, the burning sensation almost too strong to bear. The palm of my hand is a blistering red color, the skin looking as if I had just burned it.
Did he just...burn me?' I look up at him, confused and disoriented. His chin almost touches his chest, but from my viewpoint, it's a bit easier to see that this guy is roughly the same age as me. He seems to be in his twenties, his features sharp and straight. Sweat drips from his straight nose, which looks crooked in a few places. There are small scars that cover his cheeks and jaw. I glance down at the rest of him, finding that he was missing a shirt and wearing gray cotton pants.
Scars also covered his chest and stomach, small ones that were predominantly located at sharp angles; his sharp collar bone, his shoulders, and even a few along his ribs. Sweat caused his gently tanned skin to glow in the red lights that flashed around us. I reach out again, being mindful of the burn in my palm, and halt a few inches from his skin.
Steam hissed.
I ripped my hand away.
The man was burning up, yet I was shivering with cold.
I take a step back from him, looking around the small space, keeping my burned hand close and trying desperately not to cry. Now that I was standing and not strapped to the wall, it was easier to get a look around. The space we were in was a small square, not much bigger than a bathroom. The only things on the wall were the metal bands and the compartment where we were hanging. Red lights flashed along the top of the walls, making my head pound along with each blare of light.
I place my good hand on the walls, trying to find a way out of the area that was steadily starting to smell like my stomach. I feel around the walls, not finding any kind of button or lever or anything to open the door.
If there even was a door.
I begin to pound on the walls, kicking and even throwing my shoulder into the walls.
"I want out of here," I say scream, pounding against the door. "Let me out of here!"
"Opening portal," the woman's voice says.
A rush of air and a flash of bright light had me shielding my eyes and falling to the floor. After my eyes adjusted, my heart stopped, my mind not wanting to believe what my eyes were seeing.
For miles, everything was sand. No roads, no cars, no people, no buildings, nothing.
Nothing but an eternity of sand and a blazing sun.
I took a few tentative steps outside, the air hot and sticky against my cold skin.
I turn around, looking at the thing that I just came out of.
It was a circular ship with a hatch that led to where the unconscious guy still hung.
If I didn't know any better, I'd say the thing looked like a spaceship.
A freaking spaceship.
The memories of the white coats rushed back to me.
"No," I whisper, looking from the spaceship thing to the barren desert. "No, that's impossible."
The landscape was barren, yes. There was sand everywhere, and if I didn't know better, I would say this was a large desert we managed to land in.
But directly in front of me, hovering low on the horizon, was the largest moon I had ever seen. And around that moon were two other small moons that peeked out from behind it, one tucked back behind the other.
I shield my eyes and dared a glance up at the sun.
Or rather, the three suns that seemed to blare down.
My hands began to shake as I looked down at the sand, and realized it wasn't sand at all. Instead of small granules of sand, there were very small, very smooth rocks that were all a reddish color. Each was about the size of my pinkie nail.
"No," I say as tears stream down my cheeks, the rocks falling from my hand. "No, no, no, no..."
"What the hell..."
I spin on my heel finding the guy leaning heavily against the side of the spaceship, his hand wiping at the sweat that's on his brow. His dark brown eyes take in the landscape, his eyes slowly scanning his surroundings.
"Where are we," he asks, not even seeming to care I'm a stranger. I look back at the foreign landscape.
"A long way from home."
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
Veronica is an eighteen-year-old omega who falls into an emotional breakdown when her Mate, who was soon to be the Alpha of the Sun crest pack, turns against her, hurls hurtful words at her, and rejects her on the night of the full moon festival because he and everyone in the pack, including her, thinks she is an omega. As if the pain of rejection, helplessness, and worthlessness wasn't enough, she lost her best and only friend to the cold hands of death when rogue wolves attacked their pack. Right in the presence of her mate, she was tagged as someone who always attracted problems and calamities anywhere she went and he turned a blind eye and watched as she was banished from the pack. With hatred for her life, she runs deep into the woods that were off-limits and jumps off to end her life, but in a turn of events, something else happens. What would her mate do when he finds out that Veronica is not who he thinks she is? Will she be able to forgive him? What fate lies ahead for them?
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
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