Hilam sa luha ang mata ni Jacob nang harapin ni Mae sa labas ng kanilang bahay. Lumuhod ito sa harap niya, nagsusumamo. "Ano pa ba ang ginagawa mo rito? Ganyan na ba kakapal ang mukha mo? Hindi na kita mahal Jacob, alin ba sa sinabi ko ang hirap kang intindihin?" bulyaw niya rito. Pero sa bawat bigkas niya ng salitang iyon ay kabaliktaran ng kanyang nararamdaman. "Love, 'di ba sabay nating bubuuin ang mga pangarap nating dalawa? Malapit na, oh? Kunting tiis na lang. Nangako naman tayo sa isa't isa 'di ba na tayo lang hanggang wakas? 'Wag mo naman akong iwan, love, please." Kita niya ang hirap sa mukha nito at pagsasalita. Bahagya pa itong pumiyok sa huling linya. Umiling siya. "Tama na. Huwag mo nang paasahin ang sarili mo. Hindi tayo magka-level at iyon ang totoo. Hindi ko maaatim na makatuluyan ang isang hamak na hampas-lupa lamang. Sana ay huli na nating pagkikita ito, nakakasura ang pagmumukha mo!" sabay talikod at malakas na sinarado ang gate. Rinig niya sa labas ang pagtawag nito sa kanyang pangalan. Kasabay nang malakas na pagbuhos ng ulan ay ang walang humpay na pag-agos ng kanyang luha. Tila hiniwa ng sandamakmak na kutsilyo ang puso niya. 'Sana'y maunawaan mo balang araw, love, kung bakit ko ito ginawa.' sambit ng isip niya. Ilang taon na ang lumipas. Itinuon ni Mae ang isip at katawan sa trabaho. Naging maganda ang balik sa kan'ya ng kapalaran. Sa loob ng dalawang taon ay nasungkit kaagad niya ang posisyon bilang Finance Manager. Hanggang isang araw, isang 'di inaasahang bisita ang dumating. Ang bagong may-ari ng kompanyang pinagtatrabahoan niya. The new version of Jacob. Kakayanin kaya niyang tiisin ang malamig na pakikitungo nito sa kan'ya?
“I thought leaving you means healing, forgetting and a total freedom. But it was not. I was wrong again. Because seeing you now awakes everything in me. The pain, the love. I was able to live even happier within nine long years alone, for Christ’s sake! Akala ko wala na, akala ko okay na, eh. 'Yon pala natutulog lang din ng siyam na taon at ngayon ay ginising mo pa. Parang awa mo na,ayoko na,” sambit ni Cian sa pagitan nang bawat hikbi. Buong higpit siyang niyakap ni Zach na parang ayaw nang pakawalan pa at ipinilig ang ulo niya sa dibdib nito. Dinig na dinig niya ang bawat pintig ng puso nito at ang paminsan-minsang pagsinghot. Saka lang niya napansin na umiiyak na rin pala ito. “I am afraid to say, I can’t. Look, we’ve wasted nine years, Babe. I was wrong all the way na hinayaan kitang umalis sa buhay ko. Akala ko kaya ko, akala ko it will just pass by. 'Yon pala nine years ko ring hinahanap ang katauhan mo sa iba. Please don’t do that again. Don’tever leave me again, Babe, dahil 'di ko na yata kakayanin,” halos pabulong ng sabi ni Zach. “Please, promise me,” sabi nitong nangingilid ang luha sa mata. Bilang tugon ay marahan siyang tumango. Hindi na siya makapag-isip pa. Iniharap siya nito at ikinulong ang mukha niya sa pagitan ng mga kamay nito saka dahan-dahang hinalikan ang kanyang noo, ilong at papunta sa kanyang...mga labi.
Architect Miles Muñoz, isang matapang, palaban at kabigha-bighaning probinsyana. Nasa kan'ya na ang lahat pero lingid sa kaalaman ng iba ay ginapangan na siya ng pagkabahala sapagkat sa edad na 29 ay ni minsan hindi pa niya naranasan ang magkanobyo. Gusto na niyang magkaanak at magkapamilya pero paano nga ba, gayong kahit isang manliligaw nga lang ay wala siya? Engineer Jeffry Shaun Villafuente, isang matagumpay at mayaman na business tycoon. Isang happy-go-lucky guy at certified playboy. Walang sineseryosong babae maliban sa ala alang iniwan ng masakit na nakaraan. Nagtagpo ang landas nilang dalawa dahil sa proyekto ng kanilang kompanya na naging mitsa sa kanilang pagkakaibigan. "What? You are looking for a baby maker?!" tila nawala ang pagkalasing ni Jeff. They were at the bar again, drinking. "Yes! Since wala naman akong boyfriend, pwede na siguro 'yon. Atleast may mag-aalaga sa akin pagtanda 'di ba?" labas sa ilong niyang sagot. "Why don't you ask for my cells then? By that, you don't have to look far." Sumilay ang pilyong ngiti sa labi nito. "Sa bagay pinamimigay mo lang naman kahit kanino iyang sperm cells mo. Fine. Just give me a baby, no more no less. How's that?" Isang desisyon na kahit siya ay lihim na nangamba. "Great. Your wish is my command!" And he then released his teasing smile. Right there and then, a CRAZY DEAL has been sealed.
He had found her! Isadore froze at the sound of his enraged growl not knowing if she felt more relieved or scared. Rhys. There he was, behind her. Her Soul, her Alpha, Her Enemy! Isadore could feel his strength and fury and turned around knowing he could see her too. She then smiled in the dark of the gloomy night thinking sadly that maybe it would have been different if she had been stronger and for a very instant she was really sorry but it was only a split second. Then without any more fear she advanced towards the barrier feeling its energy envelop her and burn her heart. She didn't know if she was going to meet her death or freedom but it didn't matter anyway because her soul was already dead.
Rebecca Harris pense vivre une vie parfaite : elle a le travail de ses rêves, des amis merveilleux, une famille aimante et un petit ami sérieux, responsable et affectueux. À l'aube de ses 30 ans, la vie lui sourit et Rebecca est prête à saisir les opportunités pour construire l'avenir qu'elle a toujours voulu pour elle-même. Ce n'est qu'un soir de juin, lorsque la petite amie de son fiancé se présente sur le pas de sa porte, qu'elle découvre que sa vie est loin d'être aussi parfaite. Le cœur brisé, les espoirs déçus, Rebecca est convaincue qu'elle ne veut plus tomber amoureuse, mais lorsque l'amour frappera à nouveau à sa porte, malgré ses milliers de doutes, de peurs et d'incertitudes quant à l'avenir, ses raisons devront s'effacer. Car le cœur ne se commande pas, surtout quand c'est Alexander Harrington qui réclame son attention !
Studiandosi allo specchio Rebecca annuì soddisfatta, indossò anche i sandali e poi prima di uscire passò dalla cucina a preparasi un sandwich. Conoscendo Jennifer immaginava che avesse chiamato un catering esclusivo che di solito offrivano assaggi prelibati di pietanze altrettanto ricercate dal nome impronunciabile che la lasciavano sempre affamata. Controllò l\\\\\\\'ora e vedendo che aveva ancora qualche minuto preparò qualche altro sandwich con petto di pollo e insalata per Harry perché non c\\\\\\\'era altro in frigo. Doveva assolutamente fare la spesa l\\\\\\\'indomani e chiamare l\\\\\\\'idraulico si disse sospirando quando aprendo il rubinetto per prendersi un bicchiere d\\\\\\\'acqua si rammentò che il tubo si era rotto. Lo richiuse subito e controllò che non ci fosse una perdita sotto il lavandino e poi scrisse sull’agenda per ricordarsi di chiamare una dita specializzata al più presto. Non era una grande cuoca e in cucina passava pochissimo tempo ma comunque abbastanza da rendere urgente quella chiamata. Mangiò un secondo tramezzino e poi mise gli altri in frigo con una nota per Harry e passò in bagno a lavarsi le mani. Stava controllandosi il trucco quando venne distratta dal campanello, controllò l\\\\\\\'orologio che portava al polso e aggrottò la fronte. Non poteva ancora essere il taxi, che fosse Harry che aveva scordato nuovamente le chiavi? “Arrivo!”rispose al secondo squillo e dopo un ultimo sguardo allo specchio andò ad aprire la porta. Non era Harry e nemmeno uno dei vicini, la giovane donna ferma sull\\\\\\\'uscio ricambiò la sua occhiata con un\\\\\\\'espressione che le parve sorpresa. “Si? Posso aiutarla?”le chiese impaziente Becca che andava piuttosto di fretta, il taxi sarebbe arrivato a momenti e probabilmente Rose la stava già aspettando. “Lei è Rebecca Harris?”le chiese la ragazza con un tono strascicato e indolente. “E lei è..?” “Posso entrare?”le domandò baldanzosa la sua inattesa ospite. “Veramente stavo uscendo.”rispose Becca con una smorfia. “E importante.”le assicurò però la ragazza fissandola dritta negli occhi. “D\\\\\\\'accordo.”annuì dopo qualche attimo di indecisione. “Prego.”la invitò. “Le posso offrire qualcosa?”le domandò sbrigativa. “Non ci vorrà molto.”rispose la ragazza rigida. “Va bene si accomodi.”le offrì Becca indicandole una poltrona. “Come posso aiutarla signorina..?” “Emily.”si presentò la giovane succinta. “Emily.”ripeté sorpresa dalla reticenza della ragazza che le fece dare uno sguardo più approfondito alla sua persona. Era piuttosto giovane, di certo non aveva più di venti o ventuno anni e sembrava piuttosto nervosa anche. Nel sedersi aveva incrociato le gambe e nascosto le mani in grembo ma i suoi occhi studiavano avidamente il suo salotto e poi con altrettanta intensità studiarono lei. “Posso chiederti come mi conosci?”le chiese Rebecca spezzando il silenzio teso. “Harry..”rispose la ragazza trasalendo. “Capisco.”annuì sorridendo sollevata. “Sei un\\\\\\\'amica di Harry allora?”le domandò cercando di capire la situazione, era tutto piuttosto strano in verità. “Si.”rispose Emily con fare rigido e ostile. “Mi dispiace però Harry non c\\\\\\\'è in questo momento, è all\\\\\\\'estero per lavoro ma dovrebbe tornare stasera al più tardi.” “No.”la interruppe la ragazza e non appena Becca ne incontrò lo sguardo distolse gli occhi repentina. “No cosa?”le chiese confusa ma Emily rifiutò di intercettare il suo sguardo, si nascose dietro un boccolo biondo sfuggito alla sua treccia e prese a tormentarsi un lembo del trench che indossa, ansiosamente. “Emily?”le chiese Reecca nuovamente sorpresa dal suo atteggiamento. “No.”ribadì la ragazza che poi si alzò bruscamente e si voltò a guardarla. “Non verrà.” “Harry?”le chiese lei confusa alzandosi a sua volta non sapendo come doversi comportare. “Ha detto che non sei bella.” “Come?”Ormai del tutto confusa Rebecca la fissò apprensiva chiedendosi cosa intendesse. “Harry.”le spiegò Emily. “Non tornerà.”aggiunse, il suo volto giovane e grazioso aveva riacquistato un po\\\\\\\' di colore e nei suoi occhi ora c\\\\\\\'era uno sguardo ostile e determinato. “E finita.”la informò brutale poi mentre Becca continuava a fissarla confusa prese dalle tasche del trench un cellulare e glielo porse dopo averlo sbloccato. Aveva aperto la galleria e quello che voleva mostrarle erano delle foto, foto di se stessa insieme a Harry. Harry il suo fidanzato che era all\\\\\\\'estero per lavoro e sarebbe rientrato quella sera, la sua prima reazione fu di ridere. Era tutto talmente assurdo, un istante prima si stava preparando per andare alla festa di Jennifer preoccupata per il lavandino rotto e la cena di Harry e un istante dopo era arrivata quella bionda ventenne con un décolleté esagerato a dirle che lui non sarebbe tornato. Non poteva essere vero, era semplicemente assurdo, ad un secondo sguardo però la voglia di ridere le passò subitanea, non c\\\\\\\'era nulla di divertente. Tutt\\\\\\\'altro in verità. Harry il suo fidanzato la stava tradendo...
Arabella de Lorgne has always hated her perfect life. Despite being beautiful, famous and powerful. She is indeed on of the two Black Moon Princesses. Even though she’s nothing like her sister Celestia, the most admired and desired princess in the whole Lycan Kingdom. For Arabella, her life in the pack is boring, useless, and tiresome while waiting for the age to shift and cross the barrier, finally breaking free from her protected existence. But at nineteen, still wolf less, unmated and with no one wanting her as Luna, Arabella also finds herself fighting to escape her fate when suddenly her life changes. For the worse. Torn between her duties as a princess, the loyalty toward her pack and the desperate need to run away, Arabella also needs to protect her heart that awakens suddenly for the first time in her life. Transforming her quiet and boring existence into an endless and dangerous chaos.
Suite à un grave accident, Balsamine tente de reconstruire sa vie dans un nouvel internat, où elle rencontrera de nouveaux amis... et autres rencontres. Octobre 1976, Balsamine intègre un prestigieux lycée parisien, afin que son lourd passé ne vienne pas empêcher la réussite de ses études et de ses projets. Timide et discrète, elle va tenter de dissimuler ses secrets et son origine. C’était sans compter sur sa rencontre avec Ernest, un garçon provocateur et étrangement attirant ; Chantal, avec sa silhouette dentelée et ses coups bas ; ou encore les jumelles Préjean, qui se révéleront comme ses plus fidèles alliées. Confrontée aux premiers émois adolescents et aux difficultés de la vie d’adulte, Balsamine devra faire des choix pour se définir elle-même, entre les mœurs strictes de son époque et ses rêves de liberté et d’amour. L'arrivée dans son nouvel internat est l'occasion pour Balsamine de se reconstruire, d'apprendre à rouvrir son coeur et à se rouvrir aux autres. Ce roman dépeint la progression de Balsamine et de ses nouveaux compagnons, analysant leurs rêves de liberté et d'amour comprimés dans une société stricte. EXTRAIT Elle ouvrit la fenêtre pour sortir. Il la retint, elle l’écouta en croisant les bras. Le jeune homme s’amusait à déployer sa masse de cheveux roux qui s’étalait comme une soierie et lui taquina les pommettes du bout des doigts. ⸺ Ce sont tes cheveux qui m’inspirent, et ta façon de rougir comme un coquelicot. Voilà, j’ai trouvé ! Je vais t’appeler Coquelicot. ⸺ Sais-tu au-moins que la balsamine est déjà une fleur ? Une variété d’impatience pour tout te dire. Originaire d’Inde. ⸺ Le coquelicot est une variété de pavot originaire d’Inde, déclara-t-il du tac au tac sur un ton des plus désinvoltes. Balsamine soupira et fronça les sourcils, en se demandant comment elle avait pu apprendre la provenance de cette fleur. C’était comme si elle l’avait toujours su. Elle supposa que l’un de ses professeurs lui en avait parlé lorsqu’elle était enfant. La botanique n’étant pas son point principal d’intérêt, elle l’avait enregistré sans y prêter attention. La seule chose qu’elle savait avec précision de son prénom, était qu’il provenait du calendrier révolutionnaire. Elle lui demanda : CE QU'EN DIT LA CRITIQUE "Tous les thèmes de la vie sont abordés : la découverte de l'amour, l'amitié, la solidarité, la différence statut social, le rejet, à la recherche de l'origine de sa naissance, la cruauté gratuite, la maladie, la mort, le deuil etc... ce livre est riche en pédagogie pour tous les adolescents qui vont passer à l'étape d'adulte. Je le recommande chaleureusement." FugiMont sur Babelio À PROPOS DE L'AUTEUR Originaire de la région parisienne, Marianne Clogenson a grandi en Provence. Passionnée de musique qu’elle témoigne voir en couleur, en forme et en mouvement, elle embrasse la carrière d’animatrice en danse durant treize ans. Devenue maman à plein temps, elle se tourne vers son autre passion : la littérature. Cette amoureuse des arts sous toutes ses formes, aime entraîner ses lecteurs dans son univers empreint de fantaisie et de rêves.
If i had a next life I wish I was a famous billionaire that everyone regard and respect.. "WHAT the hell is this Blinding lights" I open my eyes and see a dazzling lights My body is so fuc*king hurt I look at my right side "A..a where the hell am i.. am i sleeping in someone's house!" I saw a bunch of Flowers and fruit in a luxurious room And what is this smell and what is this thing connected to me Wait a machine.. Wait Am i in the hospital!? No Wait Wait Wait I remember last night that i was... I was.... Wait.. why I don't remember anything related last night And where's my phone Am i drunk last night and unconscious entered in a someone house This is Fu*king bad I need to get out right away I put my right foot on the floor but suddenly i feel dizzy and it takes a second to it to disappear It seems like my hang over I open the door and look at outside It seems like i was really in a hospital "C..chairman...dele velde.. Your awake and y..your ...walking without a cane" I look at my back when i heard someone voice Sh*t they caught me I need to run "I'm so sorry i mistakenly entered in the Wrong hous- imean a Wrong ward Im sorry please don't take me to the police station!" I bow to him and tried to apologize to this middle aged person wearing a suit.. s**t it looks like This person is rich boss and the person who living here i didn't hear any response so I look at it again and saw him looking at me at disbelieve and slowly fainted What the!?
❝Be thankful for the past, enjoy the present, look forward and be ready for the future. The better ones are always the next one.❞ Kasalukuyan akong nakikinig sa misa ni father dito sa hall ng campus namin at 'yang mga katagang 'yan ang tumatak sa'kin sa loob ng isang oras. "Be thankful for the past"? How? If it was too painful. "Enjoy the present"? How? When you've been living with heartbreaks and wounds. "Look forward and be ready for the future"? I'm scared on what's waiting for me in the future. "The better ones are always the next one"? How could you be so sure? How will I know if the next one is the better one already?
Прошли тысячи лет, мир изменился, но Боги продолжают жить среди нас. Они выполняют свою обязанности, не смотря на быстрый поток человеческой жизни. Снова обрести свою любовь и не отпускать ее никогда. Аид больше не верит Ариаднам, которые убеждают его в том, что Персефона снова войдёт в его жизнь. Только теперь на вечно.
He was so damn imposing, handsome and hot that she was having difficulty breathing. It was wrong..so terribly wrong kept screaming her mind, allerted, but with his eyes on her, Lyra was almost out of breath. The fire kept burning her senses, making her tremble, unable to lower her gaze.. And then, reconigzing the unmistkable surrender in her eyes, wide opened, Hunter just had to offer her his hand and Lyra was lost. Completely at his mercy, body and soul...
Quel secret chamboulera la vie de Julia et son entourage ? Julia vit avec Charlie dans la grande maison du quai, abritant leur amour et leur vie de bohème. Un matin d’hiver, un lourd secret lui est révélé, qui débouchera sur une série d’aventures et de rebondissements, entraînant dans son sillage sa famille tentaculaire et déjantée. Face à son destin, elle devra puiser en elle toute l’énergie et la force nécessaires pour garder le cap et guider les siens, non sans en garder quelques bleus à l’âme… Mais n’est-ce pas ça la vie ? Suivez les péripéties de Julia, Charlie et sa famille loufoque, dans ce roman d'aventures foisonnant et surprenant ! EXTRAIT — J’ai tout organisé, se vanta Sarah. David et Cyril seront là d’ici peu. J’ai fait libérer une chambre, préparé les lits et rangé la salle de bains. Insatiable, elle poursuivit sur sa lancée : — Figure-toi que j’ai téléphoné à Marina. Tu sais qu’ils sont à Puerto, pas loin de la frontière espagnole. Je leur ai proposé de venir nous retrouver demain. Ce serait amusant que l’on passe quelques jours en famille tous réunis, enfin presque. La nouvelle donna le vertige à Julia. Quand donc cette frénésie d’invitations cesserait-elle ? Malgré son attachement à la famille, le terme de « vacances » n’avait décidément pas la même signification pour tout le monde. Préférant ignorer la nouvelle, elle demanda : — As-tu vu Charlie dans les parages ? — Il prend une douche. Seul, rassure-toi… Je plaisante. Il est rentré il y a peu et de très bonne humeur. Sans même proposer son aide, Julia rejoignit son mari. Dans la salle de bain transformée en étuve, Charlie se délassait sous l’eau en chantant à tue-tête. Julia se dévêtit rapidement, se glissa subrepticement derrière lui et entreprit de lui masser doucement le dos. Il sursauta puis sourit en la voyant. — J’ai une surprise pour toi ma Mie, lui susurra-t-il à l’oreille : figure-toi que j’ai dégoté un bateau à Vendrell pour faire du ski nautique, pas bien grand mais il peut tout de même contenir six personnes, voire plus… — Combien ? — Combien quoi ? — Combien l’as-tu payé ? — Je dois encore négocier. Mais ne m’interromps pas. On me le transporte jusqu’au vieux port et j’ai parlementé aussi avec les « socios ». Ils me louent un anneau jusqu’à la fin du séjour pour un prix dérisoire. Je n’en reviens toujours pas de cette aubaine. — Tu es sûr que tu as bien compris ? Tu ne t’es pas trompé de zéro ? insista-t-elle perfidement, connaissant sa maîtrise très approximative du catalan. À PROPOS DE L'AUTEUR Peintre-portraitiste et de natures mortes, Marianne Levaux décrit, à travers ses romans, l’âme humaine dans sa diversité. Montmartre est triste sans toi a été publié chez Edilivre en 2016.
Un thriller qui envisage une Histoire alternative... En septembre 1993, la Guerre Froide est loin d'être terminée. Le règne de Mikhaï Gorbatchev qui promettait une issue à la crise s'est brusquement achevé en 1989, avec la prise de pouvoir de Sergei Miroslav. Sitôt ce dernier installé au Kremlin, le bloc Est se referme et le conflit menace de s'embraser à nouveau. Berlin est redevenu l'objet de toutes les convoitises ; dernier bastion en zone soviétique pour le clan occidental, épine dans le pied de l'URSS. Pour le gouvernement Miroslav, l'Enclave doit tomber. Pour cela, une seule solution : fermer les couloirs aériens la reliant à la République Fédérale d'Allemagne afin de l'isoler pour la forcer à la capitulation. Pris dans cette tourmente, plusieurs hommes et femmes, militaires ou civiles, tentent de survivre. Leurs espoirs de liberté et de paix se heurtent à la pression toujours plus grandissante de la police secrète de Miroslav. Cette uchronie riche en péripéties nous fait redécouvrir des moments à la fois sombres et passionnants de l’Histoire. EXTRAIT Quatre traînées blanches sur un ciel de sang, vision éphémère ; la nuit tombante les happerait sous peu. Les premières étoiles piquetaient déjà l’infini au-dessus des chasseurs, le paysage s’effaçait dans leur sillage, drapé d’une déferlante d’obscurité. Au loin, la ligne d’horizon se découpa encore plus noire lorsque les derniers rayons solaires disparurent. Beaucoup redoutaient les vols nocturnes bien que le ciel, aussi paradoxal que cela puisse paraître, demeurait relativement clair. Évoluer au-dessus des ténèbres, perdre tout repère terrestre intimidait. On ne pouvait se fier qu’aux directives radio ainsi qu’à la kyrielle d’informations transmises par les instruments embarqués. Un bruit métallique inhabituel ou un ronflement un peu trop fort prenait soudain une ampleur inquiétante, une erreur de navigation pouvait se révéler fatale. Et pourtant, la vision de la voûte céleste étoilée possédait une touche d’insolite, de magnifique, qui n’appartenait qu’à une poignée de privilégiés. CE QU'EN PENSE LA CRITIQUE Les scènes de combats aériens sont assez réussies mais le meilleur du roman est sans doute dans l’atmosphère de chape de plomb qui pèse sur les personnages. - Daidin, Blog uchronique L'écriture est précise, efficace. La narration ne s'égare à aucun moment, aucun temps mort ou digression inutile. Le rythme reste tendu jusqu'au dénouement. Bref, une vraie lecture plaisir. - Martine Etienne, Babelio À PROPOS DE L’AUTEUR Physicienne de formation, Marianne Stern a changé de voie en cours de route pour rejoindre sa véritable passion, l'aviation, et travaille désormais derrière un écran radar. Lorsqu'elle a du temps à disposition, elle écrit. Sa prédilection va au fantastique, à la science-fiction, ainsi qu'à quelques thrillers militaires peu recommandables. Fascinée par les nuages, c'est dans bien souvent dans le ciel qu'elle puise son inspiration ; elle a d'ailleurs appris à piloter son propre vaisseau pour mieux s'en rapprocher.
When Ayden and Absidae Walker were young, their family was attacked by a group of rogues who wanted to kill their mother, who was backing a piece of legislation that would condense the world around them into categories; who people could marry, what jobs they could have, how much education they were allowed, and how many children they could have. Their mother, father, and entire town was murdered before their eyes. At just 7 years old, Absidae was alone in the world, believing that her brother was also dead. Ayden, however, was turned into a vampire that night, and recruited by the Ceokian Council of Nonhuman Creatures as a Hunter; someone who would hunt down rogues like those who had destroyed his life. Absidae was sent to orphanage after orphanage, but everywhere she went people feared her. The rogues still had her blood scent, and she was constantly being watched, threatened, and attacked. Eventually, she was left on her own in the world. Running all her life, she developed a strange magic; the ability to manipulate people with her eyes and voice. Absidae reached out to Paris Graemeyer, the most powerful warlock in Ceokia, to train her. He accepted the mission, and brought her into his school, where she met his other apprentices. Cedar, his niece, who had the power to manipulate plants. Sinclair, Cedar’s childhood friend, who could speak to reptiles and bugs. Orion, a werebear with the power to harness the weather. Tristan, his master apprentice, who would teach her the art of potions and alchemy, who was nearly a master warlock himself. Orion’s father, one of the heads of the Ceokian Council of Nonhuman Creatures, discovered that Absidae Walker was learning with his estranged son, and demanded that Orion win her trust and deliver her to him, so that he could use her power to get more people on the side of his legislation, the very legislation that Absidae’s mother was murdered because of. Paris and his apprentices always put on an amazing display at the Autumn festival, which Absidae throws herself into helping with. The rogues near the area plan an attack on the politicians to try to get them to listen to their side; how they want to love who they love, learn what they can, work the jobs they want, and be free to make choices for themselves. Ayden and the rogues he abandoned the council for are dangerously close to the sister who thinks he is dead, and everything comes to a head at the Autumn Festival.
I born without it, but will die becauseof it. Rainsdrop is my tears and emotions, but sunshine will rise again to make me feel better. I am the girl in the rain. Rains loves me. And I love it too. Rain is the only one that always my company. "I, miss Love, Your Girl in the rain, my LOVE" _LHEA ONSHI VILLARD EJO
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