Bookhangover Stories

In a world where gods are forgotten and darkness is feared, one orphan will bridge the impossible divide between light and shadow. Asher has spent his entire life running-from enemies he can't name, from a past he doesn't remember, from a destiny he never knew existed. Abandoned as a baby with only a cryptic note warning that "they cannot know," he's survived on instinct and luck alone. Until the dreams begin. A voice from infinite darkness calls to him, alluring and ancient, humming songs older than civilization. When Asher crosses through a forgotten gate in Athens, he discovers the impossible: Nyx, the primordial goddess of night, exists. And she's been waiting for him. Blessed with the concentrated bloodline of Aether-god of light and Nyx's own brother-Asher is the key to Nyx's restoration and recognition in a world that has forgotten her. But their union threatens the Olympian gods who've ruled for millennia, and the Fates have woven three trials that will test not just their power, but their hearts. As ancient enemies rise from the depths and divine politics threaten to tear them apart, Asher and Nyx must prove that light and darkness aren't destined to destroy each other-they can create something the cosmos has never seen before. A myth-weaving dark romance where forgotten gods reclaim their power, and love becomes the ultimate act of rebellion against fate itself.

Hi Guys, This is a short story I wrote to try and get over a book hangover, hope you like it. Anythings that could help improve my writing would be great to hear. Thanks, Ell.

For all y'all book addicts (like myself) out there...

"𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑯𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒖𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒖𝒕" She used to sketch dreams. Now she scrubs floors in the tower he owns. Once, he stammered her name. Now, he speaks with unflinching authority. 𝑀𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑡𝑖 𝐴𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑡ℎ𝑖 was fire once. She was bold, brilliant and undefeated. But luck left her side. Then years later everything reversed. The boy she rejected became the man who found her cleaning bathrooms in his billion-dollar empire. 𝑂𝑚𝑘𝑎𝑟 𝑀𝑢𝑘ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑗𝑒𝑒 hides a storm behind his suits. And hides guilt in every corner of his penthouse. He never forgot her. Never forgave himself for letting her go. Now that she's back in his world-broken, bruised, and burning with secrets-he'll do whatever it takes to rebuild her name... Even if it means burning down his corporate empire. But some scars don't fade. Some betrayals wear your blood. And some love stories don't begin until after the fall. ~𝔸 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕝~