A normal 20 years old virgin girls cross her path with the king of snakes and fall in love, but when was love easy. Facing many different obstacles of life and the struggle for power the love between two only gets deeper.
A normal 20 years old virgin girls cross her path with the king of snakes and fall in love, but when was love easy. Facing many different obstacles of life and the struggle for power the love between two only gets deeper.
In the month of February at the first wednesday night it was heavily raining in the city of Wuxi, their was no one at streets because of rain. In balcony of an old University dormitory located at the most isolated part of the city hidden in deep jungle a girl with fair skin, light blue eyes, dark long lashes with arked eyebrows, rose pink lips, blushing cheeks, blue knee length long hairs, slender but strong muscular body, long legs and hands was sitting on steel chair with a cup of coffee seemingly enjoying the rain.
Bang! The door slumed open, and a girl with short dark hairs, small cute brown eyes, straight eye brows, pink lips and cheeks, short height was standing in the middle of the door all drunk. Looking around the room she shouted, Calista!
On hearing her name Calista came in to the room from balcony holding her cup of coffee and a poker face she sat on the bed facing door looking straight in the eyes she asked with serious tone and undefined expressions; " How may I help you Greta"
Greta: you better stay away from my man, he doesn't like women like you.
Calista: Oh! With no emotion on her face
Greta: almost shouting on calista face, I'm telling you.... before she could even finish what she wanted to say she was interrupted by Calista with a serious yet mocking tone;
" Baby if I was even least bit interested in your boyfriend then by now he would have been in my bed not your arms, so if he is their with you then its him who is coming after me not me going to him, now go either find your self a loyal boyfriend or keep running around room to room to claim him yours."
Greta eyes flashed with anger she clinched her fist and was about to say something that Calista got up from bed put her cup down on her study table with wall near the door slowly walked towards door and taking advantage of her hieght she stand right infront of Greta and looked down at her with an eye pleasing grin on her face she stated every word cleard , loud and firm;
"Loyal boyfriend doesn't make you claim them they claim you"
And bang she shut the door on greta face. And stood with door for few seconds and went to her bathroom. The room where Calista was living was a master bedroom which students could have either because they were rich or the A graders of the university. Ofcourse in case of Calista she was an A grader bright student of her bach what she had was earned by her but not inherited. The room was on the star floor the top floor of the three most luxurious floors of the dormitory. It had a master bed in the mid adjusted to the wall beside balcony facing the door, a study table at right end corner wall of the bed facing the bed, with a coffee table on the right wall of bed adjacent to the window of balcony, at the left of bed was the dressing room which led to the bathroom, the room was decorated with blue and black and white marble floor. Black curtains hanging on the windows of balcony, blue silk bedsheet with black velvet embroidery. With blue carpet under the bed. Their was a sofa with a glass table at left wall of the bed and a mini kitchen setup at the left corner. The bathroom was all white with a bathtub at the center, a shower at the left corner separated from the rest of washroom with glass wall and a toilet seat adjacent to the shower and at the left of the bathtub. At the right side of the tub was the wash basin with a cabinet under and a full mirror on top of it.
Calista took a shower changed into a night gown and sat at the dressing table in the dressing room. After carefully applying her skin care products she went and lay down on the bed by now it was already 10p.m. Due to hectic day Calista went to sleep right away.
It was 1 a.m at night that Calista woke up at restless sounds coming in from her balcony. She hurriedly got out of bed cautiously open the coner of curtain to look out at the balcony but found no one their. Calista all confused open the curtain completely and was obout to open the window when she backed off from window in horror.
Unaware of what to do Calista carefully scanned the glowing green skin with black strip 3 to 4 meter long snake laying on the floor of balcony. After a few minutes of shock when calista summed up her courage and went forward to take a closer look of the snake she found that it was badly injured and was having trouble breathing.
Serena Vance, an unloved wife, clutched a custom-made red velvet cake to her chest, enduring the cold rain outside an exclusive Upper East Side club. She hoped this small gesture for her husband, Julian, would bridge the growing chasm between them on their third anniversary. But as she neared the VIP suite, her world shattered. Julian's cold, detached voice sliced through the laughter, revealing he considered her nothing more than a "signature on a piece of paper" for a trust fund, mocking her changed appearance and respecting only another woman, Elena. The indifference in his tone was a physical blow, a brutal severance, not heartbreak. She gently placed the forgotten cake on the floor, leaving her wedding ring and a diamond necklace as she prepared to abandon a marriage built on lies. Her old life, once a prison of quiet suffering and constant humiliation, now lay in ruins around her. Three years of trying to be seen, to be loved, were erased by a few cruel words. Why had she clung to a man who saw her as a clause in a will, a "creature," not a wife? The shame and rage hardened her heart, freezing her tears. Returning to an empty penthouse, she packed a single battered suitcase, leaving behind every symbol of her failed marriage. With a burner phone, she dialed a number she hadn't touched in a decade, whispering, "Godfather, I'm ready to come home."
Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.
"Let's get married," Mia declares, her voice trembling despite her defiant gaze into Stefan's guarded brown eyes. She needs this, even if he seems untouchable. Stefan raises a skeptical brow. "And why would I do that?" His voice was low, like a warning, and it made her shiver even though she tried not to show it. "We both have one thing in common," Mia continues, her gaze unwavering. "Shitty fathers. They want to take what's ours and give it to who they think deserves it." A pointed pause hangs in the air. "The only difference between us is that you're an illegitimate child, and I'm not." Stefan studies her, the heiress in her designer armor, the fire in her eyes that matches the burn of his own rage. "That's your solution? A wedding band as a weapon?" He said ignoring the part where she just referred to him as an illegitimate child. "The only weapon they won't see coming." She steps closer, close enough for him to catch the scent of her perfume, gunpowder and jasmine. "Our fathers stole our birthrights. The sole reason they betrayed us. We join forces, create our own empire that'll bring down theirs." A beat of silence. Then, Stefan's mouth curves into something sharp. "One condition," he murmurs, closing the distance. "No divorces. No surrenders. If we're doing this, it's for life" "Deal" Mia said without missing a beat. Her father wants to destroy her life. She wouldn't give him the pleasure, she would destroy her life as she seems fit. ................ Two shattered heirs. One deadly vow. A marriage built on revenge. Mia Meyers was born to rule her father's empire (so she thought), until he named his bastard son heir instead. Stefan Sterling knows the sting of betrayal too. His father discarded him like trash. Now the rivals' disgraced children have a poisonous proposal: Marry for vengeance. Crush their fathers' legacies. Never speak of divorce. Whoever cracks first loses everything. Can these two rivals, united by their vengeful hearts, pull off a marriage of convenience to reclaim what they believe is rightfully theirs? Or will their fathers' animosity, and their own complicated pasts tear their fragile alliance apart?
Betrayed by her husband and abandoned by her pack, Eliza Carter vows to rise from the ashes of her shattered life. Once a cherished Alpha's daughter, she's now determined to reclaim her pride and make those who wronged her regret it. But fate has other plans. When Eliza severs her bond with the man who broke her, a magnetic Lycan prince steps forward-her fated mate. Bound by destiny yet scarred by betrayal, can Eliza embrace a future of strength, love, and vengeance?
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town's richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. "Way to go, honey!"
The night I discovered my husband's whore was carrying his heir, I smiled for the cameras-and plotted his ruin. Scarlett was born a queen-heir to a powerful legacy, Luna of the Dark Moon Pack by blood and by sacrifice. She gave everything to Alexander: her love, her loyalty, her life. In return, he paraded his mistress before their pack... and dared to call it duty. But Scarlett won't be another broken woman weeping in the shadows. She'll wear her crown of thorns with pride, tear down every lie built around her, and when she strikes, it will be glorious. The Alpha forgot that the woman he betrayed is far more dangerous than the girl who once loved him.
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