The Burning of the Roses at Silent Hill

The Golden Bastard

Maegie Maegi My true queen Oh! Wandering Misery Descend upon me! Burn me down My flesh and bones Are all yours If you'd love me once more. The poem was tucked inside lord Edgard's uniform. It fell as he was stripped in front of the tall castle walls. He had lost. Such a meaningless war. Such meaningless love for wich he fought. Who had been the targeryen bastard to bewitch the noble man to loose his life fighting to give back her throne... a throne she had no claim over? ................................................... The corpses were to be left on the walls for weeks by royal decree. Strong man hung lifeless and decaying. They were to be stipped clean from history. Their own families having dissowned them for their tretchery. It wasnt hard to stip the weak from existence. It wasnt hard for the wold to forget the lonely. A guard picked up the bloodied paper and was chuckling to himself. Who knows, if not for his vow of chastity he would have ended up just like him! To loose ones life for a lying whore! To loose ones mind for a lying whore! How pathetic, how foolish of such an esteemed lord! Sudenly the sky over the city darkened, and a putrid smell of death came from above. - A DRAGOOOON!!! men shouted. A magnificent beast descended by the walls. Dark as the moonless night, the scales twinkled slightly silver. Silent and stealthy, it carefully moved its enormous elongated body along. On top of a exquisite Scorpion saddle the armoured rider sat looking menacingly at the gathering troups, then her gaze moved urgently to the bodies on the wall. At last, she found who she hoped she wouldnt. His pale copper mane hung bloodied and disheveled over his face. Surprisingly, he looked calm. Happy even. A nasty wound in his chest; a quick painless death perhaps? Maegoras heart had gone cold ever since she mounted her dragon, Stalker- the Wandering Misery, to negotiate with her uncle her husbands release, however unlikely it was. She had arrived too late. Overcome by grief she wispered to her dragon: " DRACSRYS" and the beast obediently engulfed the walls in golden flames.

My Runaway Bride Hid A Million Mysteries

A sudden twist of fate connected Helena to a prominent and influential person. To onlookers, she appeared as a naive bimbo. In truth, she was a top-tier specialist, shrouded in layers of hidden identities. Charlie declared, “She’s quite delicate and easily hurt. Cross her, and you’re crossing me.” The elite families, outwitted by Helena's prowess, kept these truths from him. Helena eventually broke free from Charlie, sending him on a frenzied worldwide hunt. To him, she was a bird with dazzling wings, and his goal was to help her reach new heights. 

Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband's Regret

After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"

The Masked Heiress: Don't Mess With Her

Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”

The CEO's Fabulous Ex-Wife

When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.

Rebirth: Married My Ex-Husband's Enemy

Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!

My Neighbor's Wife

"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.