Dr. Victor Frank, a lecturer at a university in Nairobi City, Kenya, is a man haunted by the loss of his family in a tragic accident. A man on the edge, teetering between sanity and obsession, but it was this precarious balance that gave him an unparalleled focus. Amidst his grief, he finds solace in a secret project, he has created a humanoid robotic form that bears an uncanny resemblance to his deceased daughter. In search of a power source for his creation, Dr. Victor Frank encounters a mysterious woman by the name of Blue, on a shady internet forum. She claims the existence of advanced alien technology that ancient human civilizations called "The Phoenix". To gain his trust she gives him an ancient artifact known as "the Wand," as proof of her claims of the existence of this ancient technology. Following a clandestine heist in a castle in Wales, they retrieve an artifact that Blue promises is the key to finding this ancient power. But they are not alone in their interest in the Phoenix. A mysterious figure wearing an Ouroboros ring is tracking their every move, as they journey to the Saudi-Arabian desert where the Phoenix awaits.
The rain hammered down like a relentless barrage, the once-tranquil river now a monstrous torrent, the bridge was barely visible through the downpour. Inside the sedan, Victor gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white with tension. Beside him, his daughter Sophie sat in the passenger seat, her eyes wide with fear.
"Sophie, we can't wait here forever," Victor said, his voice barely above a whisper. "The water's rising, and if we don't cross now, we might never get to the award ceremony."
"I don't know Dad, it seems dangerous!" She said craning her neck and trying to look ahead.
Victor peered through the rain-streaked windshield. Other cars had lined up in front of them, their tail lights casting eerie red shadows in the gloom. Time was running out.
"I know it's scary, but I'll keep you safe. Trust me," Victor reassured her, and with a deep breath, he got out of the lane and edged the car forward. The sedan crept onto the bridge, its tires splashing through the gathering waters. The structure groaned ominously under the weight of the rushing water.
Halfway across, a deafening roar filled their ears, like the sound of thunder rumbling, as the river surged. Victor's eyes darted to the passenger seat window-only to see a wall of water barreling towards them.
"Sophie! Hold on!" Victor shouted over the tumultuous noise. "It's going to hit us!" he yelled, pushing the accelerator to the floor. The car surged forward with a desperate burst of speed.
"Dad I'm scared!" Sophie's voice was a fragile thread amidst the cacophony of the storm.
Victor reached out, his hand finding hers. "I've got you, Sophie. Just hold on tight."
But with a thunderous crash, the floodwaters engulfed the sedan. The car lurched violently as the floodwaters struck with the force of a thousand fists. The sedan shuddered as if in protest, its engine whining in distress. Sophie screamed as the sedan was lifted like a leaf in the wind. Glass shattered as the murky depths clawed their way inside. The world outside became a blur of swirling darkness and churning water.
The water swirled around them, cold and unrelenting, as darkness closed in.
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!”
[Cute Baby + Secret Identity + Powerful hero and heroine!] Caroline loved Damian with all her heart for five whole years. She devoted herself to him and lived humbly for his sake. However, when the couple faced a crisis, she hoped that the news of her pregnancy would fix their marriage, but what she got in return was just a divorce agreement. And to make things worse, while she was about to give birth, she had fallen into someone's trap and her life was in danger. After managing to survive such a harrowing experience, she was determined to cut all ties with the man. Five years later, she re-emerged with her head held high, being the CEO of a famous company. Those who used to bully her now got a taste of their own medicine. And the truth about the past gradually surfaced... Dazzled by Caroline's newfound confidence, her ex-husband wanted to get back together with her, but she just turned a blind eye to his advances. Damian pleaded desperately, "Honey, our baby needs both his parents. Please remarry me!"
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
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!"
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!