london monitor

Hanleigh loves books more than nearly anything in the world; whether its reading them or writing them, Hanleigh just can't get enough. She relishes in the way authors can create worlds with the words they put in their books. She loves the way your imagination introduces you to a new world when you read a book. It may well be a world completely foreign to the one you live in. That world is brought to life; inspiring you to dream, captivating your imagination and enticing your senses. Hanleigh first took to reading as a small child reading Dr Zeus. She then fell in love with romance literature when she first read Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen; when she first swooned over Mr Darcy. She's read more books than she can count and owns more books than some libraries. One city. Nine million people. An heiress hell bent on breaking her parents' rules… A CEO struggling to maintain control... Two co-workers with a history they can’t delete… An artist running from her past… The man who wants nothing more than to protect her… A manwh*re doctor looking for a second chance with the only woman he’s ever loved… A detective and her jerk of a boss, hunting down a serial killer… And the hunky man who might just be one lucky girl’s Christmas Miracle…

When not cuddling inn signs in her beloved Scottish mountains alongside Mr Shey, Shehanne Moore writes dark and smexy historical romance, featuring bad boys who need a bad girl to sort them out. She firmly believes everyone deserves a little love, forgiveness and a second chance in life. A woman not even the ghost of Sapphire can haunt. A man who knows exactly who she is. Only one man in England can identify her. Unfortunately he’s living next door. Ten years ago sixteen year old Sapphire, the greatest jewel thief England has ever known, ruined Lord Devorlane Hawley’s life by planting a stolen necklace on him. Now she’s dead and buried, all Cassidy Armstrong wants is the chance to prove she was never that girl. But her new neighbor is hell-bent on revenge and his word can bring her down. So when he asks her to be his mistress, or leave the county with a price on her head, Sapphire, who hates being owned, must decide... What’s left for a woman with nowhere else to go, but to stay exactly where she is? And hope, that when it comes to neighbors Devorlane Hawley won’t prove to be the one from hell.

Lu Shi returned to the British Isles in 1900 and inadvertently swept through the literary world, simultaneously leaving behind the proverb: "In the aspect of treating others, Great Britain has always been inappropriate." In the generations to come, the British people often recall this with deep emotion, pondering what kind of international spirit could make a Chinese person so deeply troubled by Great Britain, leaving behind such a prophecy...

Under the misty and historically sedimented surface of London, there is a hidden current that ordinary people cannot imagine. Eighteen year old Alan Shaw grew up at the "Herbal Hall" Chinese medicine shop in Chinatown, East London, and was raised by a mysterious grandfather. He leads an ordinary to almost boring life: helping his grandfather manage the pharmacy during the day, smelling the fragrance of licorice and angelica; At night, they sweat and move cold goods in the dock warehouse. Fatigue is his norm, and occasionally when his fingertips brush over metal or candlelight, the fleeting strange "flowing sensation" is also attributed to his own overwork or nerve sensitivity. Grandfather's warning - 'Hide yourself, don't reveal anything special' - is the iron rule of his life. However, on a foggy midnight, fate rudely tore open the curtain of his peaceful life. On the shortcut in the abandoned shipyard area, Allen was dragged into the darkness by a sound that was not a human fight: the wild beast like roar tore apart the silence, and the metallic roar carried a piercing chill. Curiosity and an indescribable pull overwhelmed his fear of the unknown, leading him into the depths of the shadows of the steel ruins. There, he witnessed an unimaginable sight: a pale and swift ghostly figure ( Blood Clan ) engaged in a fierce battle with a muscular and partially beastly strong man ( Werewolf ) under the moonlight. Their power transcends the boundaries of physics, as blood light and claws pierce through thick fog. Even more deadly, a wild werewolf out of control sensed his gaze and charged straight towards him! At the critical moment, the suppressed and vaguely perceived "energy" in Allen's body fluctuated uncontrollably, like a stone thrown into a calm pond, instantly disrupting the invisible force field of the entire battlefield. This unexpected energy ripple not only exposed him, but also attracted the intervention of a mysterious woman who claimed to be the Guardian, Lena White. Her appearance saved Allen, but also plunged him completely into the hidden abyss known as' The Veiled World 'beneath the glamorous facade of London. Alan finally realized that the "energy" he perceived was the power of the origin of all things - Anima. Those who are born or awakened, able to perceive, absorb, and use spiritual energy like him, are called Animates. In this world, wizards weave arcades, witches communicate with nature, vampires (a blood race that claims to be the "Crimson Council") thirst for eternal life, werewolves (following the ancient "Silver Moon Oath") roar under the moon, and various forces such as alchemists, Druids, and psychic warriors maintain a fragile balance under ancient rules, hiding together in mortal society. And what broke this balance and caused a bloody storm was a mysterious organization called 'Ouroboros'. They crazily chased after the nine legendary Prime Glyphs left by ancient beings, each representing a subversive and almost world rule-based way of using spiritual energy, such as the "Weaving of Life" that manipulates life, the "Anchor Point of Time and Space" that interferes with time and space, and the "Return of All Things" that devours all things... They are powerful enough to rewrite reality and the ultimate treasure coveted by all ambitious people.

Oh? Another lone wanderer amongst the wastes? Come then friend, sit by the fire and warm thyself. What's that traveller? You ask of my tale? Well, I would not say that my tale is spectacular, but I would recount it to the best of my voice. I served alongside many of my kin, with the insignia of death baring bright menacing on my chestpiece, we were kin in both blood and battle, serving under the banner of a grand lord. He taught us of doubt, of reasoning, of the hatred of the divine. He taught us that should something ever happen to him, that we must not seek what occurred. I jest! He did not speak of the last, he simply groans and lives as he pleases. But he made sure we hated the divine, after all, they birthed us imperfect, but for what reason you ask? I know not myself fellow wanderer, but we banded together under mechanical and physical strength and won! Glorious is it not? Aye, our lord had taught us well, and we shed our roots for the sanctity of greater pastures. He led us, and I don't truly believe that he'd left us, but those are but ramblings of mine friend. Ah, you're leaving so soon? Are you not comforted by the tales and flame? I understand, what was buried should stay buried, but this one was never buried. This tale, is of a master that needed to have flesh, one that both embraced it and chose to it be disgraced. This is the tale, of what he would call himself to be, a "Monitor". ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Good day to you all! This is my first book that I've decided to write that isn't a fanfic. Rest assured this is going to be a learning experience for both you and me. I hope you enjoy and I'll be fine with constructive criticism that is valid, if you spam those " good good good good" stuff, I will delete them. This is the second addition to this work. It will be dark, just like TMT, BUT I will not hold back any bars. The deepest and darkest recesses of both yours and my minds will be bare open for keeping this work dark as hell. We will rip asunder a world bit by bit by bit. Perhaps we may even become desensitized to the madness. (A note, I have no fully decided on an upload schedule, and you shouldn't listen to the note on the second chapter(whenever it may come out) and yes, I will somewhat make the chapters longer, but my main focus is my fic for the time being. So yeah) (Newer Note! It's gonna be a weekly upload, so don't worry. Also I don't really have plans for a ko-fi or anything yet, and I will not put this work in a paywall, it doesn't deserve that, it's not exactly great.)

In a reimagined 1890's London, where steam-driven airships rule the skies and monsters roam the streets, the Galileo Observatory's Club for Gentlemen welcomes all -- gwr, shape-changers, vampires, and lords. A high-stakes game leads more than a few men astray.<br><br>Poindexter Fitzhughes, renowned hero and scientist, learns just how much trouble a full-blooded gwr can be when he attempts to cure his lover, Lord Seth Maitland, of the disease. But when their backs are against the wall, the two must learn to trust in each other, and more importantly, in their true natures, to prevail.<br><br>Meanwhile, Duncan Farnsworth discovers being a vampire has not improved his social life, his chances of finding love, continuing the family line, or getting a bite to eat. Maneuvering his way around a sarcastic butler, his spinster sister, a run-in with an amorous werewolf, and a confrontation with a dead soldier and a French airship captain, Duncan finally finds exactly what he is thirsting for.

travel back in time from the present day? What to do standing on the streets of London on May 13, 1943?

No one's ever expected much from Dalton Irving, the reserved, sheltered, and bookish heir to the family fortune. So in order to secure their place in London's society, the Irvings have arranged for Dalton to marry the brother of a viscount. A man who comes from a family with a title and with quite the scandalous reputation. A man Dalton doesn't know. A man who's very publicly announced that he doesn't want to get married, least of all to Dalton, right in the middle of their engagement ball.<br><br>In an attempt to flee whispered words and sudden gossip and unexpected hurt from venomous words, Dalton finds comfort from the very last person he would have expected -- the wry, reclusive, and unsocial Edward Whitman, Duke of Wellingham.<br><br>Edward Whitman doesn't like most people on his best days. They're dull and predictable and care only about money and status. Tonight, however, is the engagement ball for his best friend's brother, so he'll make an appearance to assure the night's success even if the idea of anyone marrying young Dalton Irving puts a strange ache in the pit of his stomach.<br><br>But after Dalton's intended makes a mess of the ball, Edward suddenly finds himself alone with the young man, drawn to his wide-eyed curiosity and kindhearted generosity, his rambling and odd musings. Neither of them can imagine what this evening has in store for anyone, and all it takes is one night in London to change everything.

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!

In her past life, Tang Mo accidentally lost her own Space Jade Pendant when the apocalypse began, losing her biggest golden finger. Afterwards, her superpower training went awry, she lost her loved ones, suffered from ostracization, and utterly ruined the good hand she was dealt, ultimately dying at the mouths of mutant beasts. Opening her eyes again, Tang Mo was reborn one week before the start of the apocalypse. None of the tragedies has happened yet! How will she seize the opportunity and walk her own path to becoming a powerful figure in the apocalypse?