"In the Gear of Love, fiction becomes reality, and the lines between fantasy and fate disappear. This mesmerizing tale follows Vedika, a young woman with a compassionate heart and a mind full of creativity, as she navigates the complexities of love, family, and ambition.
As Vedika's journey unfolds, she discovers the power of her own resilience and the true meaning of love, loss, and self-discovery. With each turn of the page, the gears of destiny click into place, revealing a world where fiction and reality blend seamlessly together.
Will Vedika find her true love, or will the gears of fate lead her down a different path? Dive into the Gear of Love, a story that redefines the limits of fiction and reality, and discover a world where the impossible becomes the inevitable."
50 Kapitel Abgeschlossene Geschichte Erwachseneninhalt
50 Kapitel
Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Erwachseneninhalt
Astrid is running from a monster, the man who kidnapped her and forced her to breed his heirs. But she's escaped his clutches. Finding herself fleeing across countries with heavy baggage she finds her self dropped on the compound of the Viking Warriors by a glorious stroke of fate.
Vidar has always dreamed of finding his Goddess, his other half. But what will he do when he finds out his destined other half has more than he ever bargained for.
Will the great Vidar finally find love, or will Astrid fail in finding him?
Read to find out...
I can't move swiftly enough as I drop down to my knees to pick her up. Gazing at her face, I loop one arm under her knees, the other over her back. She's as cold as death, and barely conscious. Her pale grey eyes gaze at my with a strange combination of trust and terror. I gently pull her closer to me.
"Shhh love, I got you now."
"L-Liam..." Her voice shudders and her lips tremble, the cold has seeped through into her bones, and she's so tiny anyway she must be permanently cold. Walking towards the car for the baby I pull her closer to my chest. She's now flitting in and out of consciousness, but, as I hold her closer- hoping my body can give her some warmth- I feel the bump, small and distinct. Panic grips me.
She's pregnant? But that baby can't be more than 9 months? In her white T-shirt I can see the bruises and cigarette burns littering her pale skin. Whatever has happened to her is beyond awful. But I'm here now.
I've got her.