Elijah Orleans is that boy whose curiosity and intelligence make him go after what others think is impossible. His obsession with the story of whose diary written by a woman more than two thousand years ago, leads him to want to investigate further, taking as a surprise what even in his worst dreams, he would not have imagined
One has witnessed things that seem as small as the human soul, but never before has one encountered something as grand as love with the intensity of hellfire.
-Do not seek me, for you shall find me," whispered My Soul.
"I need your help, please don't leave me alone in this," he prayed for the tenth time that day as he chased him through the corridors until he reached his office. "Listen, Mr. Collins, I implore you, please help me."
He gently placed his backpack atop his cedar desk and rested his hands on it.
"Listen, Elijah, I cannot do that, it's not acceptable," the dark-eyed man croaked. "What you're asking is unforgivable."
"No, it isn't," Elijah replied, holding his gaze. "If you yourself admitted that the tomb's existence was unlikely, what harm would there be in my confirming it? Please."
"Whether the grave is there or not, it is unforgivable to disturb the dead, Elijah. They must be left in peace."
Elijah remained silent, trying to think of what else to say. That black-eyed boy with a hint of brown, with a studious air about him, refused to give up, and Professor Jack Collins couldn't help but notice. After all, Elijah was one of his top students for a reason.
"What if she isn't dead?" Elijah asked in desperation, hoping for at least a hint of the cemetery's location.
Jack looked at him as though he had said something insane.
"Please, Elijah," he sighed softly. "We are talking about someone who has supposedly been alive for over two thousand years, based solely on myths and legends. How could she possibly still be alive?"
Elijah let out a heavy sigh, realizing that his question was foolish. He mentally scolded himself for being so stupid.
"You're smarter than that, Elijah. Think harder," he berated himself silently.
"Fine, but at least tell me the name of the cemetery... please," he begged, standing in the doorway as his teacher left the room. "Just tell me where..."
"I'll see you on your way out," Jack replied, brushing past him. Elijah nodded.
He had to know where the cemetery was. He needed answers to his questions, no matter how absurd they seemed. He didn't want to be left in the dark. He wanted answers, and he would do whatever it took to get them.
Amidst the timeless allure of recklessness, a renowned Don Juan within his circle willingly embraces the challenge he sets for himself, fueled by wounded pride, to conquer the girl famously labeled as the university rebel. Unbeknownst to him, this audacious pursuit is destined to deliver a jarring blow. Our protagonist, a consummate seducer, has always lived by the motto of pursuing love as a game, seeking instant gratification without concern for the shattered hearts he leaves in his wake. His ego and reputation intertwine in a perilous dance, driving him to seek increasingly audacious conquests and challenges.
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!
"Miss Brown, I am the butler here at your service," the butler replied. "My master wants to buy the baby in your belly." "What?!" Does that mean the abortion didn't take place? Did they kidnap her from the operating table just to buy the baby? But why her? "You..." Alice was about to ask a question, but the man in front of her calmly continued, as if he had expected her question, "You're pregnant with his child, and he needs a child. That's all I can tell you." Alice was forced to sign a surrogacy contract and eight months later gave birth to two healthy babies. Fortunately, the man was unaware of her daughter's existence. It wasn't until five years later that fate brought them together again...
Sequel to chasing my estranged wife; I want you back. ******** " You promised me!'' I screamed. "You promised that you wouldn't hurt me, you made the vows that you would stand beside me, Ryan, and what did you do? You broke me into smithereens. I don't want anything to do with you anymore. When I said we were done. I meant it!" Falling in love with him had come in a whirlwind, she couldn't account for how exactly it had happened but what she knew was that she didn't want to let go once she was in. For Ryan, when he made a vow, he had meant it, but nothing had told him about marriage, that it wasn't just a bed of roses, but it had thorns in it as well. When secrets piled up between them and vows broken, they had no choice but to let go of each other, but years later, he wanted her back. Like the air he breathed, he chased after her, but she was gone. Left with the remnants of his actions, he is torn between getting her back and damning all consequences or letting go of her and his children, which would it be?
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!”
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!"