This book contains some mature content which is rated 18+ Eugene Ari Darian, a name meaning well-born, superior and gift is a Greek god who knows nothing about his father. He's filled with emptiness and even after eons, he still feels the same. The only source of comfort he has is his mother who visits once or twice a month from Mount Olympus.
Lonely is not being alone, it's the feeling that no one cares about unknown
Eons later,
Eugene Ari Darian's POV
The portrait looked a lot real like I imagined the real deal to be. The beautiful fountains in the middle of the city as the evergreen grasses keep their leaves, Zeus' statuses hung all over the city. Flogging the canvas with powerful strokes, I thought about what it would be like to be there. Laughing, chattering, and mingling with my kind.
I sighed, dropping the pitiful thought. What use were dreams that could never be actualized? My heart ached so much, it almost felt physical. My hands moved to grasps my chest as the pain grew bigger. I have been stuck here for decades with no sight of light at the end of the tunnel.
This world has nothing left for me anymore. I could have said I've seen it all as there was nothing to move me. The places were all the same. The same old buildings and statuses. They had nothing new to offer. The same history.
"You are doing it again," came the voice of my mother who stood by the door and dropped her gaze about my studio in disgust.
She looked as beautiful as she was proclaimed to be in history. Dressed elegantly and adorned with numerous pieces of jewelry, my mother looked stunning. Her lashes curled and a smile was plastered on her lovely face as she gazed at me but it wasn't her usual smile, she looked pained. At times, I think she had regrets about having me. I reminded her of a past that was probably a nightmare for her. She had to hide me away and I still wondered why. Everything about my existence was a mystery to me and whenever I asked, she would shush me up saying it wasn't right. It's been centuries, when was the right time?
"You look like death or should I say Hades," I couldn't tell if she was trying to crack a joke or if she was being serious but whatever it was, I wasn't in the mood for it. It wasn't like I showed my face to anyone to care about my appearance. Wanting to retort but knowing my mother, she'd likely have a meltdown as she was that easily offended, I just let it slide.
I tried concentrating on my painting again, completely ignoring her presence when the sound of her footsteps leaving the room rang in my ears and the sound of pots and pans kissing the floor replaced it. Not being able to cope with my surroundings anymore, I marched to the kitchen to see her bending over the gray stove, probably wondering why it wasn't turning on.
"Mother, I'll handle that," I took a hold of her hands and dumped them on the counter before she did something crazy like burning down my studio.
"I learned to cook a few things in the last century you know," she stated while crossing her hand over her breast.
I just hummed, not wanting her drama. I had enough of them in the past decades and I'm pretty sure I'll have more of them in the centuries to come. She could get overly dramatic especially at the worst times.
She was getting angry at my silent treatment and her mouth fell open but nothing came out. I guessed she realized I wasn't up for her antics.
The street below us was busy with honks of cars and businesses trying to close up before nightfall met them in the open streets. While others were busy with their hectic duties, Mother and I were having a peaceful dinner, at least it was peaceful until she opened her crazy mouth.
"What is wrong with you?" She inquired angrily with her face flaming up like hot sauce. I calmly threw a piece of my dish in my mouth and chewed lightly.
"I'm talking to you Eugene Ari Darian!" now I knew she was mad. She only used my full name when she was furious. She was now on her feet and her eyes threw daggers at me.
"I'm fine Mother," I replied lowly with my fork down. I was beginning to lose my appetite
"Talk to me son, what's wrong?" She asked more calmly this time, taking her seat again.
"I said I'm fine!" my voice snapped at her and I took the dishes back to the kitchen.
I was back in a few minutes after washing the dishes only to find disappointment heavy on my chest. She was gone. I went back to my painting thinking of the horrible dinner that took place. She was upset I wasn't being open with her but she wasn't opening up about things either. She never once told me about my family. She was the only relative I knew. I still pondered on why she never allowed me to visit Mount Olympus.
I just sighed as I knew she'd be back in a month or two while I'd be cooped up here, in my quiet little studio. I couldn't exhibit my paintings. Keeping a lowkey was prior important as my cover could be blown. Having to move from place to place once every decade so no one would notice I hadn't aged a bit caused me to have no friends. I could never visit a place twice for the fear of been noticed.
Sometimes I'd wish I would find love but I guessed I was like Athena who wasn't fazed by love. Or maybe it was because I knew I'd live longer than her and even if we got bonded together and had offspring, I'd still last longer than them and that would break my heart each time till there was nothing left.
I also wished I could die but even fate wasn't merciful on me as that could never happen. I was doomed to live forever. My mother said I was a gift but I knew better. I was a curse, to perish alone for all eternity.
Immediately we walked into the pack house, he pulled me by the arm. "Welcome to hell, Darling." I tried to pull away from him, giving him a piece of my mind now that he had no leverage over my head. "Firstly, stop with the pet name-calling. It doesn't go well with your image." He pulled me closer, we were breathing the same air now as he held my eyes in his icy orbs. "My image? And what just might that be?" I responded with a shaky breath. "You know, arrogant, mean, insufferable." He took a deep breath, his head touching mine."Is that all?" His hand wound around the small of my back. His actions sent a pool of wetness between my legs. I knew he could sense my arousal, anyone for miles could. It was turning into an ocean as he pushed me into him. "Rude, ruthless, evil?" I stated breathlessly, nearly giving in to my desire. "Rude? I've been nothing but polite since we met." His lips were inches from mine. My eyes closed subconsciously as I waited for his lips to meet mine. ........ One curse, two mates, and the end of the world
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
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!"
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
"I stood at the edge of my heart and watched him choose her. In the end, I was not the one he needed. I was simply the one he settled for." - Noelle ~~~~~~~ I thought I was the one he loved. But a few days before our wedding, I saw him in a way I never had before. His eyes softened as he spoke to her. His first love, and the very woman who had left him in pieces. Heartbreak was something I knew too well. And as I watched the love he still held for her in his eyes, I realized what I had to do. I couldn't marry a man who wasn't truly mine. With no means to cancel the wedding and lacking the courage to confront him, I made a desperate choice to leave. I painfully gave his first love my treasured engagement ring thinking it was for the best and the only way to free myself. But when he saw that ring on her finger, the fragile world I had tried to escape began to shatter. His obsession to find me and bring me back ignited a dangerous game of cat and mouse.