In a small, sleepy town nestled between rolling hills and dense forests, a group of unlikely friends stumbles upon an ancient map hidden in the attic of an old, abandoned house. The map hints at a legendary treasure said to be lost for centuries. Driven by curiosity and a thirst for adventure, they set off on a journey filled with unexpected twists and turns. Along the way, they must decipher cryptic clues, navigate treacherous landscapes, and confront their deepest fears. As they delve deeper into the mystery, they uncover secrets not only about the treasure but also about themselves and their shared histories. In the end, the journey proves to be far more valuable than the treasure they seek, revealing the true meaning of friendship and courage.
The early morning mist hung low over Eldridge as the friends gathered at the edge of the forest. The dense canopy loomed before them, a wall of green that seemed to pulse with hidden life. Tom led the way, the map clutched firmly in his hand, as they took their first steps into the unknown.The forest was eerily quiet, the only sounds being the crunch of leaves underfoot and the occasional rustle of small creatures darting through the underbrush. Mia walked close to Jake, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement.
Sarah, ever the cautious one, kept a vigilant watch on their surroundings, her mind racing with possibilities.They followed the map's intricate path, marked by ancient runes carved into trees and stones. Hours passed as they wound their way deeper into the forest, the thick foliage closing in around them. The sunlight grew dimmer, filtered through the dense canopy above.Suddenly, the group emerged into a small clearing, where a crystal-clear stream flowed gently through the center. They decided to rest and refill their water bottles. As they sat by the stream, Jake pulled out a small notebook and began sketching the runes they had encountered along the way."These runes are fascinating," Sarah said, peering over his shoulder. "They tell a story, but I'm not sure what it means yet. We'll have to decipher them as we go."Tom unfolded the map and traced their route with his finger. "According to this, we should reach a landmark soon. A place called the Stone Circle. It's said to be the gateway to the treasure."Just as Tom finished speaking, Mia let out a gasp. "Look!" she pointed upstream. In the distance, partially obscured by the trees, stood a ring of towering stone pillars. Each pillar was covered in ancient carvings, glowing faintly in the dim light.The friends hurried to the Stone Circle, their hearts pounding with anticipation. As they approached, they could feel a strange energy in the air, a hum that seemed to resonate deep within their bones. The stone pillars were arranged in a perfect circle, each one etched with runes similar to those on the map.Sarah knelt beside one of the pillars, running her fingers over the carvings. "These runes... they're a riddle. We need to solve it to proceed."Tom studied the map again, his brow furrowed in concentration. "The map shows a sequence of symbols. Maybe we need to match them to the runes here."Working together, the friends carefully examined each pillar, searching for the correct sequence. As they aligned the runes with the symbols on the map, the faint glow intensified, and the humming grew louder. With a final click, the last rune fell into place, and the ground beneath them began to tremble.The center of the Stone Circle parted, revealing a hidden staircase descending into the earth. A gust of cool, damp air rushed up from the depths, carrying with it the scent of ancient stone and forgotten secrets."This is it," Tom said, his voice barely above a whisper. "The entrance to the hidden realm."With a mixture of trepidation and excitement, the friends began their descent into the darkness below, leaving the safety of the forest behind. The steps were worn smooth by countless feet over the centuries, and the air grew colder the deeper they went.As they reached the bottom of the staircase, they found themselves in a vast underground chamber, illuminated by the eerie glow of bioluminescent fungi clinging to the walls. The chamber was filled with relics and artifacts from a time long forgotten, each one hinting at the ancient civilization that had once thrived here.But their attention was drawn to a massive stone door at the far end of the chamber, adorned with intricate carvings and a large, central lock. The map showed this door, marking it as the final barrier to the treasure they sought.Sarah stepped forward, her eyes scanning the runes surrounding the lock. "We need a key," she said, her voice echoing in the cavernous space. "But where could it be?"As they pondered the riddle of the key, a shadow moved in the darkness, watching their every move. Unbeknownst to them, they were not alone in this underground world, and their mysterious journey was only just beginning.
As far as everyone was concerned, William had married Renee under duress. Now that his one true love was back—and with child—they couldn’t wait for him to abandon Renee. Surprisingly, Renee was candid about the situation. "To be honest, I’m the one asking for a divorce every single day. I want it even more than any of you!" But they brushed off her remark as a paltry attempt to save face. Until William made a declaration himself. "Divorce is out of the question. Anyone who spreads false rumors shall face legal consequences!" Renee was at a loss. What was this crazy man up to now?
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”