antidote

Lord Ragnar Kamazotz is a vampire and the first ever of his kind. The beast in him only recognizes the tune of one lady…his Zeda. In his earliest years, she was the only person that could calm him down or get him close to sanity with the help of her instrument. All that stopped when she was gruesomely murdered by the greedy members of the royal family. He slayed everyone involved but he was never himself again. He survived by relying on The Prophecy that promised her coming back. Seven centuries later, he meets her again and his world is at peace until scenes from the ancient days rise up in this present one, threatening to kill her…again! People called her his poison but he called her ‘his Antidote”. ************************** “I remember…I remember you now my love” Zelda said as more tears fell from her eyes as she looked at the man who had suffered through centuries seeking her return. Kamaz was tongue tied…overwhelmed and his heart rate was faster than normal. She remembers… “I missed you so much Zeda” Kamaz said and Zeda lifted her hand to his face and he leaned into her small hand. “I missed you badl..” Kamaz wanted to continue but the rest of his words were buried in Zeda’s mouth. She had stood on her toes and slid her hands around his neck, dragging him to her level and placing her lips on his. Kamaz was stunned but not for long… He lifted her petite frame from her thighs and wrapped her around his waist for their heads to be at the same level and tears fell off their eyes as they kissed - pouring all of them into that soul uniting and heart joining kiss. She moved herself impossibly closer to him, making him second guess his decision of taking things slowly with her. “Quinzi toman,” Kamazotz groaned as their scents tangled.

Seigneur Ragnar Kamazotz est un vampire et le tout premier de son espèce. La bête en lui ne reconnaît que la mélodie d'une seule dame... sa Zeda. Dans ses premières années, elle était la seule personne capable de le calmer ou de le rapprocher de la sanité grâce à son instrument. Tout cela s'est arrêté lorsqu'elle a été sauvagement assassinée par les membres avides de la famille royale. Il a tué tous ceux impliqués, mais il n'a plus jamais été le même. Il a survécu en s'appuyant sur La Prophétie qui promettait son retour. Sept siècles plus tard, il la rencontre à nouveau et son monde retrouve la paix jusqu'à ce que des scènes des temps anciens resurgissent dans le présent, menaçant de la tuer... encore une fois ! Les gens l'appelaient son poison, mais lui l'appelait "son Antidote". ************************** "Je me souviens... Je me souviens de toi maintenant mon amour" dit Zelda alors que plus de larmes coulaient de ses yeux tandis qu'elle regardait l'homme qui avait souffert pendant des siècles, attendant son retour. Kamaz était sans voix... submergé et son rythme cardiaque était plus rapide que la normale. Elle se souvient... "Tu m'as tellement manqué Zeda" dit Kamaz et Zeda leva sa main vers son visage et il se pencha vers sa petite main. "Tu m'as terriblement manqué.." Kamaz voulait continuer mais le reste de ses mots fut enfoui dans la bouche de Zeda. Elle s'était mise sur la pointe des pieds et avait glissé ses mains autour de son cou, le tirant à son niveau et posant ses lèvres sur les siennes. Kamaz fut surpris mais pas longtemps... Il souleva sa silhouette menue par les cuisses et l'enroula autour de sa taille pour que leurs têtes soient au même niveau et des larmes coulèrent de leurs yeux tandis qu'ils s'embrassaient - mettant tout d'eux dans ce baiser unissant les âmes et rejoignant les cœurs. Elle se rapprocha impossiblement plus près de lui, lui faisant reconsidérer sa décision de prendre les choses lentement avec elle. "Quinzi toman," gémit Kamazotz tandis que leurs parfums s'entremêlaient.

Lord Ragnar Kamazotz is a vampire and the first ever of his kind. The beast in him only recognizes the tune of one lady…his Zeda. In his earliest years, she was the only person that could calm him down or get him close to sanity with the help of her instrument. All that stopped when she was gruesomely murdered by the greedy members of the royal family. He slayed everyone involved but he was never himself again. He survived by relying on The Prophecy that promised her coming back. Seven centuries later, he meets her again and his world is at peace until scenes from the ancient days rise up in this present one, threatening to kill her…again! People called her his poison but he called her ‘his Antidote”. ************************** “I remember…I remember you now my love” Zelda said as more tears fell from her eyes as she looked at the man who had suffered through centuries seeking her return. Kamaz was tongue tied…overwhelmed and his heart rate was faster than normal. She remembers… “I missed you so much Zeda” Kamaz said and Zeda lifted her hand to his face and he leaned into her small hand. “I missed you badl..” Kamaz wanted to continue but the rest of his words were buried in Zeda’s mouth. She had stood on her toes and slid her hands around his neck, dragging him to her level and placing her lips on his. Kamaz was stunned but not for long… He lifted her petite frame from her thighs and wrapped her around his waist for their heads to be at the same level and tears fell off their eyes as they kissed - pouring all of them into that soul uniting and heart joining kiss. She moved herself impossibly closer to him, making him second guess his decision of taking things slowly with her. “Quinzi toman,” Kamazotz groaned as their scents tangled.

Seven years ago, a pregnant Chiara faked her own death to escape her cruel billionaire husband, Alessandro Ferrara. Now living under a new identity as Dr. Mila Conti, she has built a peaceful life in Milan raising her hidden twins. But her sanctuary shatters when a critically ill Alessandro arrives at her hospital, demanding the brilliant doctor cure him. When Mila refuses and attempts to flee, an arrogant Alessandro uses his immense power to trap her within the city. Unaware that the defiant doctor is his "dead" wife and the mother of his heirs, he forces Mila into a dangerous game where she must choose: uphold her medical oath to save the monster who ruined her, or let him die and finally be free.

Five years after her father’s mysterious death and the collapse of Kane Corp, geneticist Viola Kane assumes the alias Dr. V. K. to infiltrate biotech magnate Lester Hayden’s inner circle. Hired as his private physician, she soon uncovers a lethal genetic neurotoxin that strikes Lester during adrenergic stress—yet mysteriously abates whenever she’s near. Viola’s rare RH-null antibody binds his mutant ion channels, making her both his only cure and his most guarded captive. As Viola delves into Hayden BioTech’s archives, she unearths a darker truth: her foster father, Gabriel Locke, orchestrated her father’s ruin and commandeered patents for clandestine “Project Phoenix,” harvesting embryonic cells to mass-produce antibodies. Betrayed and bound by duty, Viola must partner with Lester—once the object of her vengeance—to expose Locke’s crimes. Their alliance kindles a forbidden passion, complicated by a shocking pregnancy that forces them to choose between their love, the unborn child’s safety, and the fight for justice. When Locke’s mercenaries abducts Viola for perpetual antibody harvests, she turns her scientific prowess into a weapon of liberation. Racing against a forty-eight-hour ultimatum, Viola and Lester risk everything—corporate ruin, genetic experimentation, and their very lives—to deliver the ultimate cure. In a final confrontation under the blood moon, revenge yields to redemption, as their bond becomes the antidote not just to toxin, but to betrayal itself.

She laid almost extinct in the woods bleeding profusely, Watching herself bleed, she struggles to make it home in order to rehabilitate. With every drip that came off from her gave a thousand curse. What if I don't make it home... she cried. The thunderstorm bequeathed a percussion of rain, the lightning stroke and there was darkness in the face of the earth. (In pain) He would suffer, he.... (Coughs) and his generations will. They shall be abomination to the face of the earth and to human race!. The sun and the moon shall enslave them, nature shall reject their kind till it gets dawn on them. She cried painfully as she draws her last breathe, we shall meet again (was her last words)

When I was eight months pregnant, the Family threw a lavish party to celebrate the impending birth of my heir. When assassins from a rival family stormed the estate, my parents grabbed my sister, Elena—the one with the hereditary blood curse—and fled, leaving me to face the crossfire alone. My husband, Dante, rushed into the inferno to save me. Bullets tore through his back, but he only cared about shielding my stomach, his voice hoarse. "You and the baby have to live." I thought that was love. Until I overheard a hushed phone call between him and my sister— "Once she gives birth, the cord blood can purify your blood. Just hold on a little longer." I stroked my belly, feeling the life kick inside me as a silent, hollow laugh shook my frame. The next day, I found an underground doctor and procured a fatal poison. The day I resolved to drink it, they shattered my world. They burst into my room with sedatives and cold steel.

Ashley Grey, a 24 year old girl, working as a marketing manager in her boyfriend's company. Things were totally fine in their relationship until her boyfriend's ex-girlfriend shows up in the picture. Alec Kingston, a 28 year old bachelor, running a multi-million company all around the globe along with his father. He doesn't have time to date or spends unnecessary time towards any girl. He is said to be an emotionless person !! But his life is already been planned by his selfish father. What do you think the meeting of this two person can rewrite their new story in their life?? Is it in their fate to meet each other and change their feelings!!

Years after the world was nearly destroyed by the Last Plague, humanity clings to survival under the fragile illusion of order. The “Cure” has stopped the infection but not the guilt, madness, or memories left behind. Dr. Nella Rider, a court-appointed psychiatrist, is assigned to the most infamous trial in human history: the Plague Tribunal. Her task is to determine whether Dr. Adrian Pazzo, the brilliant scientist accused of unleashing the virus, is mentally competent to stand trial and whether his remorse is genuine. Inside the frozen halls of the world’s most secure prison, Nella meets Pazzo for the first time, a gaunt, hollow-eyed man who radiates both intellect and menace. His words are measured, his humor unsettling, and his sanity fragile. Yet as Nella digs deeper, she begins to suspect that the truth behind the Plague and the mysterious “Last Cure” that saved humanity is far more complicated than the world wants to hear

To save Don Marco Valachi from a deadly neurotoxin, I made a pact with a shadow doctor, trading my own life for the only antidote. The deal cursed me with an incurable illness, my body wasting away day by day. As a result, the Family council disavowed me, stripping me of my standing. And his new fiancée, Cassandra Thorne, locked me in a cold, mold-infested wine cellar. "How can a filthy, weak thing like you ever be worthy of the Don?" Marco, who had once sworn his eternal love to me, was deceived by Cassandra into believing she was his savior. He not only tore up our betrothal contract but also ignored my desperate pleas for help. Utterly broken and in despair, I drew my last breath in that wine cellar. Yet, after I was gone, Marco clutched my cold body, his heart shattering as he was driven to the brink of madness, endlessly coughing up blood. But I could no longer hear his desperate pleas for forgiveness.