astor novel

It was a long time ago, but she knew she had this ridiculous name that when she was young, made everyone laugh. Recalling it vaguely, it had been years since it popped at the back of her mind— now all she could remember was how the Astor name causes her stress every once in a while. She was now Ingrid Astor, a bona fide noble in the land of the rising sun— or was it (uh, maybe it's the name of a country in her previous life?) –she couldn't remember anymore. It was a blurry and a cloudy mess inside her mind. There is only one thing she is sure though, she is inside an otome game she played a long time ago. • Ingrid Astor, a member of a prestigious family, a true noble woman, found herself in a weird situation. She was now a villian inside an otome game she played when she was a teenager, "Rise of Greed". There were a few routes which she would find herself into and none of them were good— it was composed of dying easily and dying tragically. Instead of dwelling with the problem, she nonchalantly threw it at the back of her mind. Easy peasy. Dealing with brats? She could do that. • Hello this is already dropped since I've written this a few years ago. I'm planning to rewrite this after I've finished my other novel — All I Need is Power.

Astor pasa sus días sumido en la tristeza y la autocompasión. Salta del aburrimiento a la furia en un abrir y cerrar de ojos; después vuelven los fantasmas de siempre a echar sal en sus heridas. El ciclo nunca termina y él sólo quisiera morirse. Algunos dicen que ya está muerto, que lo que se ve del herrero no es más que un espejismo. Otros aseguran que está muerto en vida , que odia al mundo desde el día en que perdió a su compañera. Pero su pasado va a alcanzarlo para romper ese letargo. Astor tiene cuentas pendientes con los cazavampiros del clan Stoker, y una burla del destino podría obligarlo a saldarlas de una vez por todas. ¿Podrá Berenice de Alcántar, la mejor cazadora de Tenébrya, honrar su juramento?

For twelve years, I was Reid Blackwood's secret. His business partner, his lover, the architect of his empire. And while I was pregnant with our child, he cheated. So I vanished. Five years later, we met again at a charity gala. Reid’s gaze swept over my out-of-season gown. Then, with a smirk, he announced his engagement to the wealthy heiress Lori Lancaster. He followed this by suggesting, as if tossing a stray dog a bone, that I could come back as his mistress. I scoffed. Just then, my phone rang. My daughter, Kira, her voice syrupy-sweet, was calling for her bedtime story. "Mommy," she pleaded. Reid’s expression shifted instantly. A familiar, possessive fire lit his eyes. He was certain this was our child—proof that I still loved him. I met his gaze for a long moment. Then I threw the contents of my wine glass across his handsome, shameless face. He didn’t know the child I’d lost had died because of his betrayal. And he had no idea that Kira was the treasured daughter of my new husband: the most powerful man in New York, Julian Astor.

When Shivay was born, he already knew who he was. His identity had not been erased by death or rebirth. Somewhere deep within his consciousness, his name, his past, and his purpose remained intact. Yet one truth continued to trouble him—he did not know where he was. Was this the afterlife? Or had he truly been born again? Trapped in the body of a newborn, Shivay could not understand the rules of this existence. The world felt solid, real, and bound by time—nothing like the realms beyond life he remembered. And yet, it was unfamiliar. Too fragile. Too limited. He could think clearly, but he could not act. He could remember, but he could not speak. That was when the question arose within him: Does reincarnation truly exist? Shivay did not believe reincarnation was a simple cycle where souls endlessly returned. If that were true, everyone would remember. Everyone would awaken. But they did not. Most lived and died without ever knowing what came before. So why had he returned? The answer slowly formed within him—not as words, but as certainty. He had been born again because his story was unfinished. This was not a reward. It was not punishment either. His rebirth was a necessity. Something beyond gods, beyond fate, had chosen continuity over ending. Shivay realized that reincarnation was real—but only when existence itself required it. Still, many questions remained unanswered. Why had he been born into this world? Who would help him in this fragile form? And whose help was he meant to give? Shivay sensed that someone, somewhere, was waiting—someone connected to the same imbalance that had pulled him back from death. Their paths would cross not by coincidence, but by purpose. Until then, others would guide him unknowingly, protecting him, raising him, preparing him for the moment when his awareness and strength would align. For now, Shivay could only wait. He would grow. He would observe. And he would endure the silence of childhood. Because one day, when the truth finally revealed itself, Shivay would understand not only why he was reborn—but who he was meant to help, and who would help him in return. Until that day, he remained a king in memory… and a child in the world.

Marcus is abducted and forced to act as a Champion of a forgotten god in a series of Olympic-like games. He is good at finding exploits in game systems and treats his new found existence the same.

Long-time loner and party girl Marty Pendleton has finally fallen in love. The problem: Marty lives in Seattle, and her new girlfriend Taylor lives in Boston. Her best friend Elaine and her brother Sean are worried that, as usual, Marty will blow it.<br><br>Taylor is everything Marty could want in a woman: sexy, confident, and successful. But how will Taylor handle Marty’s penchant for over-reacting and drinking a bit too much?<br><br>When Marty makes assumptions, she risks losing everything. Can she convince Taylor she’ll change for the better and make this work, even long-distance?

On the night he was abandoned by his wife, he took out the Centurion Card with 400 million in it. It opened the door for him to become the richest in the world...

Thanks to the Beast Master System, Prometheus can bind any creature to his will and use their strength to fight and improve his cultivation base. His journey will take him from being the son of a simple commoner hunter, to the greatest Beast Master ever existed. Ah, did I told you that this isn't his first reincarnation? Yes, he has plenty of old enemies to take care of. Cover by Halycoon. ----- Content of The Novel ---- Cultivation, System, Vengeance, Wedding Contract, Slaves, Pet Army, Artifact Forging, Kingdom Building, Weak-To-Strong, Merchants, Magical Beasts, Academy Comments and reviews are appreciated, they keep us authors motivated. Also on rrl.

A mere mortal becomes the queen of immortals. My name is Anastasia and this is my story

Good news: You've awakened. Bad news: You're the villainess. Renee Jennings accidentally obtains a system, allowing her to break free from the plot's control by completing missions. Renee Jennings: "Wait a minute, what's with all the animal dictionaries as a reward?" System: [They can give you an affinity with animals.] Renee Jennings: "Why?" System: [Because a villainess has no affinity with people.] Renee Jennings: "…" This joke is not that funny... * After unlocking animal languages, Renee Jennings embarks on a path of no return— Leading dogs to save a blind woman being stalked by a pervert. Reporting an evil old man who murdered his wife and hid her body, thanks to rats. Helping a kitten catch the murderer who killed its owner and buried the body. Finding tens of millions in stolen goods based on intel from birds. * While others are petting cats, Renee Jennings is riding a tiger. While others are falling in love, Renee Jennings is solving crimes. While others are getting married, Renee Jennings is rescuing endangered animals. While others are having kids, Renee Jennings is serving her country.