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His Miracle, Her Madness

His Miracle, Her Madness

I was Elara, a woman from the Appalachian mountains, dubbed 'the hillbilly cure.' I was brought to save Julian Thorne, a paralyzed heir. I poured my life force into him, healing his broken body, and against all odds, I fell deeply in love. We even had three unique children-precious, living eggs, humming with a power few understood. But once healed, Julian scorned me, seeing only a primitive necessity, not a wife. Fueled by his jealous stepsister, Cassidy, he orchestrated a cruel spectacle at a gala celebrating his 'miracle.' He forced me into a sadistic egg hunt: identify my children among a hundred fakes, knowing for every wrong guess, one would be brutally smashed. Under the blinding lights, my heart shattered. The first wrong guess ended with a sickening crunch. The second egg, sickeningly, was whisked away to be an 'exotic omelet'-its psychic death tore through me, leaving me writhing in agony. When Cassidy moved to burn my last child, I chose a different path. My only option was self-destruction. I publicly confessed to being a con artist, claiming I never loved Julian, only his immense fortune. My heart broke as I collapsed, sacrificing my name to save my daughter. Why would anyone unleash such cruelty on the woman who saved them? How could this monster revel in my pain? Yet, as I lay dying, my magnificent daughter hatched, unleashing her powerful Thunderbird blood. A psychic torrent forced Julian to relive every ounce of my selfless love, his healing, and the horrific, soul-shredding deaths of our other two children. His mind shattered into maddening despair. My mountain family arrived, reclaiming me from this hell. We faked my death, leaving him haunted by his cruelty, while I found true freedom and peace back home.
Reborn to Claim My Harbinger

Reborn to Claim My Harbinger

I was Sarah, my powerful Aura marking me as the next Harbinger's mother, a sacred role in our Havenwood Commune. But my first life ended in the cruelest betrayal. Now, reborn to relive that very day, High Elder Josiah, his gaze seething with reborn malice, declared my Aura "tainted" before the entire commune. He brazenly chose my jealous sister, Eleanor, instead, cementing her false claim as our future' s mother. The humiliation was a raw, burning brand. They paraded Eleanor, pure and radiant, while I was publicly cast aside, forced into a "humble" bonding with a groundskeeper, and secretly cursed with a barren charm by Josiah. Eleanor, wearing my own face through dark magic, mocked me as she performed sacred rituals with Josiah, reveling in her stolen power. Then, in a vicious final act, she shoved me into the dreaded Whispering Chasm, a deep abyss rumored to hold restless spirits. As I plunged into the darkness, the bitter truth echoed: my first daughter, Abigail, dismissed as "blighted," was the true Harbinger; my rightful son, Daniel, stolen and presented as Eleanor' s own "blessed" child. My death in the first life, Josiah' s perverse obsession, Eleanor' s venomous jealousy – why was this nightmare repeating? How could I, the true vessel, be so utterly condemned again? But just as oblivion beckoned, I landed. My quiet groundskeeper, Liam – mocked by all for my 'lowly' choice – was there, unharmed. He revealed himself as a powerful Seed Guardian, protector of the Harbinger line. The dreaded Shadowcat, whispered to be a monster, was the Harbinger' s dormant form. And with a single touch, he shattered Josiah' s cruel barren charm. This wasn't oblivion. This was my second chance. And this time, I would fight.
A Rivalry from the Womb: Stumbling on a Monarchy for grabs

A Rivalry from the Womb: Stumbling on a Monarchy for grabs

Blurb for A Rivalry from the Womb: Stumbling on a Monarchy for grabs Be prepared to be immersed in a world where the lines between the supernatural and reality are blurred, where black magic weaves its sinister tendrils, and where strange creatures lurk in the shadows. In the gripping pages of “A Rivalry from the Womb: Stumbling on a Monarch for grabs,” an enthralling fusion of crime, suspense and the occult, a game of power and betrayal unfolds. Zadillo didn’t see this one coming. His deep hate for Tito blinded him completely. In any case, the seemingly easy condition imposed by the supernatural forces seemed deliberately designed to ensure his spectacular fail and downfall. The consequences loom ominously, carrying the weight of unforeseen terrors. Nobody present knows what is going on except that, all of a sudden, his face has transformed from that of the most feared underworld lord, whose mere clearing of the throat not only makes powerful men in the industry cringe with fear, but is capable of sealing their fate as well, to the most pitiable demeanor, begging for mercy, and shaking like a leaf in front of the very woman who was his own captive just a few hours ago. Why? As everyone gathered to welcome her, alighting from the royalty class big machine, Linda, looking her exquisite self, her captivating smile eliciting huge admiration from everybody present, her mobile rung, its high-pitched tone, a reflection of her near frivolous character, reverberating through the cheerful atmosphere lulling everyone to silence, in anticipation, as if copiously blessed with a discerning spirit of things to come. “Hello, Linda. This is Doctor Corbyn,” the cheerful voice came alive. “Oh yes Doctor, is there a problem?” responded Linda sounding a little concerned, not knowing she had accidentally pressed the speaker button as she fumbled to take it from her handbag, thereby rendering her conversation, a public announcement. “No, no, no, no, no…quite the contrary in fact. Nothing could be better,” the most cheerful doctor, Linda had ever met continued, her tone ridden with palpable excitement. “The results have come and, guess what- congratulations, you’re a month old pregnant!” She blurted out, her voice, too ear-piercingly loud, and very clear as everyone heard it. Tito and Jungle spontaneously cheered and so did everyone. At that very moment, as Tito’s eyes darted between Jungle’s face and that of Linda a few times in milliseconds, he saw what he had suspected and feared all along, but which loving eyes being what they are, couldn’t see. Jungle realized half a second too late what a capital mistake he had just made. “Hello! Hello! Hello!” The doctor repeated in vain, oblivious to the chaos whose noise she mistook for jubilation, that the good news having reached everyone, had taken over whatever the occasion they had gathered for. She couldn’t be more wrong. But she would know soon enough what a dragon her tactless big mouth had single handedly managed to unleash. Within the fascinating pages of “A Rivalry from the Womb: Stumbling on a Monarchy for grabs,” prepare to be captivated by a tale that explores the depth of human nature, the allure of power, and the tangled threads of destiny. With its unheard of supernatural elements, gripping suspense and a touch of the macabre, this series will transport leaders from characters’ recollections to a world teetering on the edge of chaos. Will the protagonists succumb to the malevolent forces at play, or will they uncover the strength within to wield their own power? The answers lie within the pages of this thrilling and twisted journey of two books!
The Fiance Who Chose Poison

The Fiance Who Chose Poison

The world snapped back into focus, not with the acrid smell of my own burning flesh, but the sterile scent of the ER. Just moments ago, flames engulfed me as my colleagues stood by, fire extinguishers in hand, watching me die. Now, I was whole, unscarred, alive. Then I saw her: Dr. Emily Hayes, the newly arrived resident, her eyes wide and eager. I knew that innocent smile hid poison. I had lived through it-I had died because of it. Her first "prediction" came quickly: a critically injured patient whose life she calmly declared over. Dr. Peterson, our attending physician, was furious, but her chilling words echoed when the patient died on our table, despite our best efforts. Then came the second "vision" -an ambulance crash she foresaw, just as I volunteered to take the call. My fiancé, Dr. Ryan Chen, the man I thought I knew, pulled me aside, telling me I was reckless and Emily was right. He sided with her, not me, in front of everyone. I saved that patient, defying her "prophecy," but then the ambulance Emily warned us about was found with cut brake lines. And the patient I saved died, unexpectedly, of an aneurysm. Emily' s twisted predictions found their way, solidifying her power and painting me as the one who defied fate. She whispered, "As long as Sarah Miller is working in this ER, she puts everyone in danger. Her energy, it attracts disaster." They all stared at me, their faces not with suspicion, but raw terror. They had let me burn once. Not again. This time, I would expose her.
Stolen Youth, Reclaimed Destiny

Stolen Youth, Reclaimed Destiny

The roar of the crowd was the last thing I heard. I died on a dirty city street, falsely accused, a monster in their eyes. It all started with a gift for my 25th birthday-an antique smartwatch from Eleanor, my adoptive mother. It wasn't just a heavy, ornate trinket; it was a life-drainer. Weeks after I clasped it on, my vibrant youth withered, my hair thinned, my mind fogged. As I became a frail old woman, Eleanor, terrified of aging, grew younger, radiant with my stolen vitality. She locked me in the dusty attic, telling the world I' d had a breakdown. My only hope, Bethany, my ex-boyfriend' s fiancé, found me. She helped me escape, or so I thought. She live-streamed my chaotic flight, twisting a narrative: I was a fraud, mentally unstable, stealing from Eleanor. The crowd, incited by her online posts, saw a villain, not a victim. They closed in, their rage contorting their faces. Bethany watched, a triumphant smile on her face, as my life drained away for the second, and final, time. But death was not the end. Floating in a void, I saw Eleanor and Bethany toasting with champagne, celebrating my demise. The injustice burned through me, a rage so pure it could tear the universe apart. They had taken everything. Then, I woke up. Gasping for air, my skin smooth, my hair thick and dark-25 again. It was my birthday, the day it all started. This time, the watch wouldn' t be for me. This time, I was going to offer the "life-drainer" to Bethany. I would watch Eleanor and Bethany, two predators bound by vanity and greed, tear each other apart. This time, I would not be the victim.
From Betrayed Fiance To Head Sentinel

From Betrayed Fiance To Head Sentinel

For ten years, I, Ethan, covertly drained my own life force, bound by a sacred Legacy Pact to endlessly protect Chloe, my intended fiancée. I even entered a reluctant betrothal with Olivia, all to shield Chloe from the Elders' wrath and her own destructive choices. Then, facing me across the dining room, Chloe announced she was pregnant with Julian' s child. She ordered me to arrange their wedding and then vanish from the estate permanently. She relentlessly forced me to create powerful, life-draining talismans for Julian, leaving me broken, isolated, and barely clinging to life. At her wedding, Julian whispered the ultimate betrayal: Chloe had orchestrated my parents' social ruin, their isolation, and their tragic deaths. The woman I had protected, the woman I had bled for, had meticulously destroyed my family. My heart shattered into a million pieces, fueled by a searing rage. How could someone I loved inflict such monstrous cruelty, meticulously dismantling my life and family? Every sacrifice, every silent suffering, now mocked me with her horrifying truth. After Chloe tasered me for daring to react to Julian's confession, I barely escaped with Olivia' s aid. Now, fully recovered and reborn with my Sentinel powers blazing, I stand as the powerful new Head of the Sentinels. Chloe thinks she won. She' s about to find out the true meaning of a reckoning. This time, I' m not protecting anyone but myself.
Mine to Protect

Mine to Protect

“He took her, I went for water, and they are not there. I don’t know where they went, but he took her.” “We have to find Byron and fast.” He is over by the bar, “Alpha, Everly is missing.” “What do you mean missing?” Aimi is crying, “A guy Martin said Everly was his mate and wanted to talk to her. She didn’t want to be alone with him. She told me to stay with her and I left her.” “What do you mean you left her? Where did you leave her?” “He gave us drinks. He said he made one just for Everly. He wouldn’t let me have it. Ten minutes later she was dizzy and wanted you, she asked me to mind link you. That Martin guy told me to get some water first, I was stupid and listened to him and left her there. This is all my fault she wanted you and I left her there alone.” “Aimi, this is not the time, what happened next?” “When I got back, they were gone. I shouldn’t have left her. This is all my fault! Please find her she is my best friend she is like my sister.” Aimi starts to cry harder. “Stop crying show me where they were.” When they get to the table Byron sniffs the air, “I can still smell her scent, get the guards and keep Aimi with you. Catch up to me as soon as you can.” “Where are you going, so I know which direction to go?” “The sent goes up these stairs. I’m going to follow her scent.” “Alpha, you know that leads to the rooms set aside for guests that are spending the night.” “Justin, I don’t have time to talk. I have to get to her.” Going from hallway to hallway her scent is getting weaker, it is mixing with a male’s scent. Byron knows all too well what is happening and is getting frantic looking for her.