Imagine that on the way to work you dozed off in a minibus. You were awakened by screams of horror, and God knows what is going on around you-cars on the avenue explode one after another, people burn like candles. And above all this chaos and death in the sky, a mysterious worship of a triangular shape is circling. And now the turn to take off into the air comes to your minibus ... That's exactly what this work is about.
Dolphins always push drowning people to the shore, we know this since the time of Aesop. All dolphins rescued at sea testify to the same thing. But does this mean that dolphins really always help people in trouble? Or are we simply unable to learn the stories of those who were pushed offshore by dolphins? The given example with dolphins resembles a well-known joke: "All 100% of the population of our planet have access to the Internet, this is eloquently evidenced by the results of a survey on the Google website."
Now, digressing from dolphins and the Internet, let's look at existing fantasy novels. More precisely, not even on the novels themselves, but on their main characters, especially on the "fallen" into other worlds and survivors of all kinds of Apocalypses. The typical male protagonist is necessarily muscular, like Conan the Barbarian. A woman is certainly so divinely attractive that no normal man can resist the sight of her. Both of them know how to shoot with two hands, they understand all types of modern weapons, and with medieval small arms and cold ones they even go for a walk with the dog and a picnic with work colleagues. In addition to all of the above, the hero must have a third at least a black belt in any martial art, almost always a scientific degree from a doctor of science and above, and there is always a close friend, who is well versed in exactly what will be needed further in the story: from knowledge of a long-extinct language to the construction of a thermonuclear reactor. And if the hero suddenly does not have any of the above, then he will certainly compensate for this lack of experience in all the hot spots of our time, an abundance of money or acquaintance with the coolest bosses of the criminal world.
How many of your acquaintances do you know who possess at least half of the traits described? Hardly. So, is it really impossible for a hero of a science fiction novel to exist without all the burden it is not clear where, it is not clear when and for the sake of what goals he has learned the skills of killing his own kind and surviving in extreme conditions? Can't the hero really be an ordinary person – a boring manager-consultant in a store or an ordinary programmer, and not at all a super-genius?
Of course, certain conditions will be required for our character to stop being an uninteresting, clogged gray shadow, and become a real hero in the eyes of someone. Firstly, we need weaker ones so that our character feels the need to become a leader and protect others in conditions where all the "real heroes" suddenly died or are in an incomprehensible place. Secondly, our character must be sure to remain a man in the conditions of chaos reigning around, not succumbing to the temptations of lawlessness. Otherwise, it will not be a hero at all, but a petty despot parasitizing on the weak and defenseless. It is unlikely that such a type will be of interest to the reader, and in the author it will only cause disgust and disgust.
Thus, the starting conditions are determined: a normal person with his possible weaknesses and shortcomings, in critical conditions, is ready to take responsibility for the lives of the weaker ones. So, let's begin!
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Iris grew from an orphaned child to the adopted daughter of the Stewart family at age ten, finding warmth in her nominal uncle Vincent's kindness. Seven years later, she became his secret lover. When Vincent's engagement was announced, gossip spread about the notorious playboy CEO finally settling down. But only Iris knew the extent of his cold, two-faced nature. Iris fell for Vincent and, through tears, begged, "Marry me," only to be met with his frosty refusal. Defeated, she accepted a lawyer's proposal, sparking public excitement. Then, on her wedding day, Vincent pleaded desperately, "Don't marry him…"
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"