A fantasy drama about Emelda and Franklin.
Once upon a time, nestled within the bustling streets of a bustling city, there existed a hidden gem known only to a select few-an ancient library steeped in mystery and forgotten by time. Its grand façade was obscured by overgrown ivy and its windows obscured by thick curtains, leaving it unnoticed by all but the most discerning eye. This was a place where the whispers of the past mingled with the scent of old books, where secrets lay hidden within the dusty tomes that lined its shelves.
It was here, amidst the musty scent of parchment and ink, that Franklin first laid eyes on Emelda. She stood before a towering bookshelf, her fingers trailing reverently over the spines of the ancient tomes as she lost herself in their tales. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, and Franklin found himself drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
Clearing his throat nervously, Franklin approached her, his heart pounding in his chest. "Excuse me," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "Are you looking for something in particular?"
Startled, Emelda turned to face him, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh, I didn't see you there," she exclaimed, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I'm just browsing, trying to find something to pique my interest."
Franklin nodded, a sense of relief flooding through him. "I know just the book," he said eagerly, gesturing towards a nearby shelf. "Follow me."
And so, side by side, they wandered through the labyrinthine aisles of the hidden library, lost in conversation as they exchanged stories of their favorite books and authors. With each passing moment, Franklin found himself falling deeper under Emelda's spell, enchanted by her quick wit and infectious laughter.
As they reached the end of a narrow corridor, Franklin paused before a weathered bookshelf, his eyes scanning the titles in search of the perfect book. And then, as if by magic, his gaze fell upon a dusty tome tucked away in a corner, its faded cover adorned with intricate designs.
"This," he declared, holding the book aloft for Emelda to see. "This is the one."
Emelda's eyes lit up with excitement as she reached out to take the book from Franklin's hands. "What is it?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
"It's a collection of ancient myths and legends," Franklin explained, his voice barely above a whisper. "Stories of heroes and villains, of love and betrayal. It's said to hold the key to unlocking the secrets of the hidden library."
Emelda's breath caught in her throat as she flipped through the pages of the ancient tome, her fingers tracing the faded ink as she lost herself in its tales. "This is incredible," she breathed, her eyes shining with wonder. "Thank you, Franklin."
And in that moment, as they stood together in the heart of the hidden library, Franklin knew that he had found something far more precious than any book-a kindred spirit, a fellow adventurer, and perhaps, if he dared to hope, a friend.
As they wandered back towards the entrance of the library, Franklin and Emelda exchanged promises to return and explore its depths further. And as they stepped out into the bustling streets of the city, hand in hand, Franklin couldn't help but feel that their journey was only just beginning. For in the hidden library, amidst the dusty tomes and forgotten tales, he had found not only a friend, but a treasure far more precious than any jewel.
Together, they would embark on a journey filled with adventure, magic, and wonder, their love guiding them every step of the way. For Franklin and Emelda, the hidden library was just the beginning of a new chapter in their lives, a chapter filled with excitement, discovery, and the boundless power of love.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
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…"
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?
⚠️ WARNING!⚠️ This book contains mature contents,vulgar words,violence,toxicity, and age gap differences, which may be triggering to some readers. ---- He added a second finger into her pussy and she let out a muffled moan."You sure you don't want this?Your pretty little pussy seem to be betraying your words", She gripped the edge of the counter and shut her eyes tight,managing through gritted teeth."I hate you,murderer", His jaw hardened and he stopped his movements with his fingers inside her."Say it again", She wanted his fingers to move in her so badly,as pathetic as it may sound.She gritted her teeth again and let out."I said I hate you,murderer!I wish you would just die and-ahh!",She yelped the minute his fingers left her panties and grabbed her to bend her over his knees as he sat on the tall stool there."What are-ahh!",She yelped when his palm made a harsh contact with her bare ass. "Count!",He growled.