Damian Blackwell battles a secret war against Seraphine Khan, who plans to revive an ancient power called The Crimson Flame. The Flame, if controlled, can grant unimaginable psychic abilities, allowing the wielder to dominate the world. Damian must protect the fragments of the Flame scattered across the globe while grappling with his own dark impulses and the cost of his actions. Damien uncovers shocking truths about his own past, including his connection to Seraphine. Damien encounters a journalist who seems to always get in trouble in the middle of a battle, he protects her, but finds a very vital connection between her and the war at hand. Does he chose his mission or his heart? Follow the story of Damien Blackwell as he moves in shadows.
The dim glow of moonlight seeped through cracks in the high-security facility's skylight, casting fragmented patterns on the cold, metallic floors. Havenfall's outskirts were rarely quiet, but tonight was different. A chilling silence cloaked the facility, broken only by the occasional hum of surveillance drones.
Damian Blackwell crouched on the roof, his black trench coat blending seamlessly with the shadows. His breathing was steady, his eyes locked on the guards below. Years of experience had honed his abilities, but tonight felt different.
He adjusted the communicator in his ear. "Victor, I'm in position. Status?"
Victor Reyes, his tech-savvy ally, replied with his usual calm. "You've got a three-minute window before the security system resets. Don't get cocky."
"Cocky isn't my style," Damian murmured before slipping through the vent.
Inside, the facility was a maze of corridors and reinforced doors. Damian moved with practiced ease, his senses heightened. He wasn't just a man- he was a shadow, an entity that thrived in the absence of light.
The artifact lay in a sealed chamber at the heart of the building. It wasn't the first time Damian had dealt with stolen relics, but this one was different. Whispers of its connection to the Crimson Flame-a source of immense power-had reached him through the underground networks.
As he approached the chamber, a figure emerged from the shadows.
"Damian Blackwell," the rogue agent said, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're predictable."
Damian's fists clenched. "You should know better than to try and and stop me, Langston."
Langston chuckled, his hand resting on the holster at his side. "You have no idea what you're meddling with. The Eternal Order is far beyond your understanding."
"Then enlighten me," Damian shot back, his voice icy.
Langston didn't answer. Instead, he lunged, and the two men clashed in a brutal fight. Damian's combat skills were unmatched, but Langston fought like a man with nothing to lose. Damien shadowed himself in, clouding Langston's vision.
"Too scared to face me like a man? What, where are you? Langston turned left and right frantically, throwing punches in the air and hitting nothing.
Langston felt a jab on his left ribcage, then another on his jaw, sending him into a spiral. A kick sent him flying and landing on his back. Quickly, he stood up to find a revel light and flashed it, he saw no one but a shadow . He quickly pulled out his gun and aimed, but before he could fire, in a swift move, the shadow swept it's leg across the floor, tripping Langston.
The fight ended with Langston pinned to the ground, blood trickling from his lips.
"You think this is over?" Langston rasped. "The storm is coming, Blackwell. You can't stop it."
Before Damian could press for answers, Langston bit down on something hidden in his mouth. His body convulsed, and he went still, a faint smile frozen on his face.
Damian muttered a curse under his breath. He didn't have time to dwell on Langston's cryptic warning. The artifact was still in play.
Inside the chamber, the artifact rested on a pedestal, its surface glowing faintly red. Damian hesitated for a moment, sensing the energy emanating from it. It wasn't just an object-it was alive, pulsating with an otherworldly force.
He carefully secured it in a reinforced case and tapped his communicator. "Victor, I've got it. Heading out now."
Victor's voice came through, tense. "You've got company, Damian. Heat signatures heading your way."
Damian smirked. "They'll have to catch me first."
The escape was a blur of motion. Guards flooded the corridors, but Damian was always a step ahead. By the time reinforcements arrived, he was gone, the artifact safely in his possession.
As he stood on a rooftop overlooking the facility, Damian opened the case and stared at the artifact. Embedded within it was a fragment of the Crimson Flame, glowing ominously.
A chill ran down his spine as Langston's words echoed in his mind. The storm is coming.
The fragment began to hum softly, as if responding to his presence, and a faint voice whispered in his mind: You are not prepared.
Damien hurriedly and carefully descended from the rooftop and briskly walked to his harley three blocks down.
At nineteen, Arima is known for her kindness, obedience, and stubbornness. Always following her parents' instructions, she leads a life filled with routine and responsibility. But a chance encounter with an elderly woman in distress changes everything. Arima's act of compassion leads to an offer she cannot refuse: a choice between true love and a life of wealth and power. However, true love comes with a dark curse—if Arima ever confesses her love, her lover will face a tragic fate. As years pass, Arima becomes a successful and wealthy accountant, turning down countless suitors who seek her for the wrong reasons. Her heart remains untouched until she meets Jim, a kind and genuine man who breaks through her guarded exterior. Their love grows despite the obstacles, but Arima’s fear of the curse looms over their relationship. With powerful enemies, jealous rivals, and the weight of an ancient curse threatening to tear them apart, Arima and Jim must navigate a treacherous path. Will Arima find the strength to protect her love, or will the curse claim its victim? " Arima's Choice: The Cursed Love" is a tale of romance, sacrifice, and the enduring power of true love against all odds.
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
P-please, I beg you. Come let's go tell Christian I had no hand in whatever happened, p-please." I clutched the lapel of his jacket desperately. "Let's go. You need to tell my husband you were paid." "Young lady, you're harassing me." His tone was cold and his stare granite. But I could care less. "You harassed me first! You had sex with me without my consent, my husband knows and now I'm pregnant with this child he doesn't want. You ruined my marriage! I-I hate you!" ************************************ Caught by her husband with another man on their matrimonial bed the morning after her birthday, Hailey Codza could not defend herself. As though it's not enough, she gets pregnant. Her enraged husband decides to pay her back for her infidelity by having an affair with his ex-girlfriend - Denise Kellers, the family Hailey never knew she had. Losing her family's wealth and company to her husband and his ex (now girlfriend), she is devastated, homeless and penniless as all her credit cards are blocked by her husband. She sees the man who is responsible for her pregnancy. The man she has no idea how he'd found his way to her matrimonial bed - Jared Johnson. Jared is annoyed when this strange woman disrupts his meeting and accuses him of ruining her life, marriage and impregnating her. It affects his business deals and having no choice, he marries her to calm the public whilst engaged to someone else. But he loathes her and allows his family treats her badly. Hailey who has fallen in love with Jared is broken when she can no longer take the humiliation. She signs the divorce papers and leaves, only to arrive six years later to the country as a self-made, secret billionaire and a mother of twins. Now her two ex-husbands are begging to have her back...
Everyone thought Lorenzo truly loved Gracie, until the day of their daughter’s heart surgery. To Gracie’s utter shock, Lorenzo gave the precious organ needed by their child to another woman. Devastated, Gracie opted for a divorce. Fueled by her need for revenge, Gracie joined hands with Lorenzo’s uncle, Waylon, and orchestrated Lorenzo’s downfall. In the end, Lorenzo was left with nothing and consumed by remorse. He pleaded for a reconciliation. Gracie thought she was free to move on with her life, but Waylon held her back in a death grip. “Did you think you can just walk out on me?”