After leaving their past in the hands of fate, Shelby Claire and Malcolm Lautner decide to start a blissful new life in the neighboring town of Exasthen in 'The 9th Continent', a setting whose existence is a poisonous secret to all of mankind. Their plan impressively works for five long years, but just when they seem to finally have some breathing space, ridding themselves of the voice of their conscience, demons from their past begin to resurface. One of which is the multi-millionaire ex-husband of Shelby, and sworn nemesis of Malcolm, Jacob Fackler. His appearance fueled by revenge is a mere sprinkle of salt in an already open wound as the death of a fundamental character in the town of Exasthen turns Shelby and Malcolm's life upside down. Confronted by the skeletons and their closets, and secrets literally to die for, they most choose to either keep running or finally stop and confront their past. More wounds are open, more characters come back for blood, and secrets beyond your wildest imagination are brought to light. Will this be the end of the once peaceful habitation of the 9th Continent, or will it just be a stepping stone to the calamity and evil that await them all
C1: Shakespeare's Three Hours
Hey. If you're reading this then... then I...I feel a lot better knowing you've at least opened one of the packages I've been sending to you. The guards 'whisper' pretty loud round here so I kinda heard what you've been doing to- to all of the letters I send. Believe me, I completely understand. I'd do the same thing if I were you. But I feel like, and I hope I don't sound all sulky and 'acting innocent' when I say this, but I feel like you don't know the full story.
I mean you probably heard the cops' take and rumors on it but, you... you weren't there. I was. And I'm pretty sure if you heard what I heard, you'd do the same. Okay, maybe not the same, but I'm pretty sure you'd understand why I did what I did.
I had a whole two thousand plus explanation for the introduction you know? Like a whole, our existence is an actual anomaly, the world isn't aware of the existence of us, of home, the tale of the three cities of the north, the entire Ninth Continent as a whole, all that stuff, but my cellmates kinda snoozed on the first few paragraphs so hopefully this particular letter will make up for everything.
You might not have even bothered to read this long but If you do, I'm gonna give this storytelling gig a try. Definitely won't be some Shakespeare quality one, but might actually be worth the read. Hopefully, be worth the read.
Without further ado, let's get straight to it, The legacy of Ninth
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Her petite feet gracefully smacked across the hard, wooden floors of the master bedroom. Although 7am was pretty late for her, especially considering her job as an officer of the law, she looked in no hurry whatsoever to get dressed as gracefully as she possibly could. Her blonde hair with carefully arranged shades of black to it, was still ruffled. Probably scattered from the previous night's sleep, that is, if she even bothered to sleep. After all, today was a really big day for her. Still in her red, floral patterned undies, she carefully made her way to the bathroom, trying her best not the wake up the man fast asleep on the bed.
She ran her soft, tender hands through her hair trying to loosen some knots that had come from a probably uneasy night, though her glowing face never ever really exposed that truth. After combing her hair and admiring herself in the mirror for what was definitely a couple minutes but seemed like eternity, almost playing with herself in the process, she gradually made her way back to the bedroom, her feet gently smacking against the cool wooden floor.
Sitting down at the foot of the bed, she almost on cue looked back at her lover still fast asleep, cuddling the pillow to his left. Taking note of his every feature, from his slick dark hair to his veiny hands, whatever the duvet allowed her to see, she carefully made her way up to him, cuddling him from her side, her gentle breath, nipping on the nape of his neck.
"Morning Babe", she said, suffocating his with neck kisses.
The cloak of semi consciousness gradually lifted itself off the dark haired, waking man. He Successfully hid the occasional morning breath fiesta, and yawned into the open space beside him. Carefully lifting his eyelids and exposing a set of hazel green eyes, "Sup", he smiled, using his hands to gently caress hers which were wrapped around his chest.
"It's my big day", she whispered. "I thought I'd wake you up without a fuss this time, and I think that went pretty well", she said, etching another premium kiss on his lipstick infested neck.
"That's true", he replied with a smile, gently grabbing her leg behind him and placing it over his. "It is your big day, and I'm so pr...", in the middle of caressing her thighs, he felt the floral patterns on her undies and for a while, decided to leave his lingering hands right where they were. "Are you still in your underwear Shell", he said with a smile.
"Maybe", she whispered into his ear, her tender lips, brushing lightly on it.
He turned to his side, and in effect was now looking at her face to face, eyeball to eyeball. "Are you?"
"Yes. Yes, I am", she interrupted, knowing exactly what he was asking. She gently locked her right hand with her left, and starting from her under her knee, slowly began to trace the details of her body with his hands. His finger nails gradually began to do the work of marking out every single territory it could possibly find on her soft and fragile body, and from the shivers and shakes from time to time, she seemed happy to get lost in the moment of things.
She slowly used his hands to trace up her knee, to her soft, tender thighs, and then backed up a little to her cute little ass, literally. His fingers gently traced up her floral-patterned underpants and up her back, her quiet moans audibly becoming louder with every additional touch. Finally, she stopped his hands at the back of her head, looking at him with her undaunted but submissive brown eyes. Even with the little space between the two, she managed to etch even closer to him, feeling his heartbeat gradually increase with her right hand on his chest, and then she smiled.
His inhales and exhales gently began to become more audible. And staring deep into her eyes, and her into his, he succumbed to the whiff of the moment, but now, on his own terms. He turned the tables, and led her hand down her body as carefully and consciously as he possibly could. Tracing every inch of her lips, he gently made it down her jaw, then off her neck and took a slight pause at the latch between her breasts. Using his hand, he gently rubbed under the bottom of her brazier, cautiously nipping away at her boobs but at the same time, not really touching them. Holding that position for as long as he heard her moan as quietly as she could, he gradually made his way down her stomach, over her navel, and then back at her red underpants. Now, he decided, he would take every second as if it was his very last with the love of his life.
He carefully, still using her hands, ran through every nook and cranny, every opening he could possibly use to access what laid underneath her covering. And then, for a slight moment, he found one. He gently picked out her index and middle finger, and slipped them under her underwear, and she succumbed with a sharp but eerily quiet groan. Now the look in her eyes was more of submission than undaunted. Tracing her with every inch she possibly offered, he rubbed his hands over her whimpering secret, and slowly worked his magic.
Looking at her facial expression gradually change with every touch, he leaned in closer, almost unexpectedly, and wrapped his soft lips round her fragile ones. But as he leaned in, unintentionally, his body weight pressed against his hands and in effect, against the right hand of his lover, sinking her middle and index finger deep into her. She closed her eyes then let out an audibly louder groan, then a terrific sigh almost immediately. Slowly opening her eyes, she locked them with the piercing gaze of her lover, both of them unendingly locked in the thrill of things, and then she whispered, "it's still seven, we've got three hours".
Replying her quiet boldness with a light smirk, he gently took his hands out, and gradually made his way to her lips, the ones on her mouth. His moist finger, revving across them and said...
A classic high-school love story takes deadly twists when the all already burdened life of 18-year-old Marcus Boaz, is made even more difficult after his drug addicted brother gets out of Rehab. When love seems to be the only way out, a path he unhesitatingly takes, he almost immediately gets his heart crushed, and is pushed into even grimmer darkness. Now, to get back at the one person who broke his heart, he stumbles on one final conclusion. ALL HEARTS MUST BLEED.
One ironic thing about the past, is it never really is the past. Or it never really stays there at least. It always finds this leverage on which to claw and hang back on our present, and eventually, alter the future. Michelle Jacob is a thriving police officer in the quiet city of Exasthen when one murky night changes everything. Bringing back ghosts from her past, skeletons in her closet, and ultimately, forcing her to confront them all. She must now choose a way out. Addressing them, or forsaking them, all of them, forever
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.
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.
Rose looked at the reports in her hand and was in shock... The reports said that she was one month pregnant, however, how can she get pregnant when she didn't have any man in her life... "Was it because of that dream? Could I get pregnant because I have sex in my dream?" She thought... She didn't have any mental problems, however, except for this she can't able to think about anything... However, she still didn't get out of her surprise when she met the man in her dream... Kevin Davis looked at the reports in her hand and asked, "Is this child mine?" However, Rose didn't answer but asked... "Was that night not a dream?" Kevin was angry because it was his first time and she thinks it was a dream... Kevin forced her to marry him however, Rose didn't want it... She wanted to abort the child but he didn't let her... In the end... Rose agreed to marry him... She looked at Kevin's blue eyes and said, "I will marry you, however, I had two conditions..." "First, after marriage, you can't control my freedom, I still had the right to do whatever I want. Don't worry I won't harm the child." "Second, if I ever found out that you had cheated behind my back then I will leave with my child and you can't stop me..." Both of them got married... However, after she falls in love with him... She found there are hidden secrets in his past...
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?