Vampire sidone wants Eric to help her find his father, who defiled her daughter. In the beginning she wants to kill him, but her main motives are to question him, because she believes he knows where his father is. Eventually she sees that Eric was an innocent party who was just used, and then they go on to work together.
It's a sunny and bright morning, I woke up in my lone apartment. It has been fourteen years since my father's crimes. Seven years since I packed everything I could fit in a backpack and bought a bus ticket from California to Pennsylvania on my eighteenth birthday. I needed a new beginning. I even changed my last name from Loone to Lee. I needed to try and be happy away from my mother and my sister like our. My sister, Dana, and I still talk occasionally. My cell phone rings, and I begrudgingly roll over to answer it.
I do not even look at the caller id before I click the answer button and bring it to my ear.
"Happy Birthday!" Dana yells at me through the phone. "Thank you, thank you," I grumble at her. I hear her exhale of smoke, followed by a long drag. "what's the plan today little brother?" She askes casually. I hadn't really thought about it. Birthdays stopped being important to me when my mother stopped celebrating it. "I'm working tonight," I lied. "
"That's too bad." "Yea," I agreed. Its not the first time I lied to Dana. No sense in worrying her needlessly if I can help it. "How's Mom?" I ask, quick to change the subject. If Dana notices, she does not acknowledge it. "You know mom, "She says gently. "She's gotten big into painting. She made the basement into a art studio." "
"She any good?" "No, not at all. Its god awful but it keeps her happy," Dana says. I can't really imagine it, mom was never creative. "I got to go Dana, "I say, eager to end the conversation.
"Okay Eric. Happy 25th birthday," She said. "Thanks. Bye Dana"
"Bye. Don't be a stranger." I hung up feeling drained. As much as I loved Dana, there felt like there was a disconnect between us. She was still trying to hold on to me even though I didn't want to be held on to. I moved away without even saying goodbye. It's been seven years and I have never reached out to her or our mother. I only speak when she reaches out to me, and I'm cold to her. I don't have to be, but when she backed our mom in her defense of our father, she treated me like an outsider. She fell in step to the new pecking order. Of course, I knew it was an act, but still. Now that I'm gone, she calls me in secret while pretending with our mother that I no longer exist.
I wish she would stop calling me. I wish I had the balls to b lock her, but I guess some small part of me clings to the attachment that is family. I sit up in my bed and notice the time. 7:45. I should get up. I should do something. Not sleep until noon again. I get out of my bed and head to the kitchen. Its basically bare. I own one pot, one bowl, one spoon, one fork and one cup. I don't entertain and I spend most of my time alone. I open my fridge and there's a carton of eggs and half a gallon of milk. I need to go shopping. I grab two of the five eggs out of the carton and put them in the pot with water and place it on the stove top.
The burner comes on with a loud click followed by a blue flame. I called off work for today and tomorrow off. I needed time to get things together. I went into the bathroom and quickly took a hot shower. After drying off, I opened my medicine cabinet. There are two medicine bottles with my name on it. Thirty 100MG of Trazadone, and twenty-two 10MG of Ambien. Tomorrow night, I will take them all and end this life.
I've known that this is what I wanted to do for the last year. I've tired. Tired of trying. Tired of being purposely. I've been slowly getting rid of things in the last three months. Living a minimalist life. I still have so many things left, but I'm sure the landlord will take care of it and make sure it goes where its needed. Tomorrow I'll have my final supper. All the things that I love to eat. Steak, roasted potatoes, shrimp fried rice, kimchi stu, Blue moon ice cream, and two bottles of Soju. If death row inmates can have a last meal then so can I. But then all of a sudden like as though I got into a different realm, for once in many years I thought thoroughly of all that has happened. I sat on the edge of my bed and recalled my whole life Story bit by bit, as though my soul was intending to give my body a recap of my unfortunate and wretched life history. This maybe my soul's way of giving me a deep insight of my life before I take the ultimate planned decision, of taking my exit from this world which I now detest so much, of course my planned suicide. I sat there and my imagination brought to life all that has happened in my life, how I grew up in Korea, with my parents and elder siblings, a brother and sister. The events that unfolded in the course of living with my pedophile father, the atrocities he'd committed all of which led to me being regarded as the villain. I viewed from my imagination my whole life story.
My father Jung loone is a Korean American. He was from Seoul, in the North Western part of South Korea. He was born and brought up there, where he lived with his poor parents. My father was the only surviving child of my grandparents, as they had lost two daughters in infancy to blood cancer. His father was a basic school teacher, while his mom was a house wife. As a school teacher, his father received little salary, with which he catered for his family and relatives. This of course was much of a burden for a typical Korean resident. This situation resulted in my father dropping out of college, when financial burdens hiked. His father, my grandfather as of when my father was in college suffered from kidney failures and lung cancer due to his smoking habit. He had to be placed on dialysis therapies to manage his condition. With such expenses, it was now difficult to bear my father's educational expenses, so he dropped out. Shortly after that, my grandfather died, and my father was left to cater for his mother. He toiled in engaging in all sorts of little jobs.
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
“Gabriel Bryce, how can you stand being so shameless?” Leonica asked, staring daggers at her atrocious husband and his mistress. “This is the house gifted to my by grandmother, yet you dare bring another woman into it? Aren’t you afraid that grandmother would be disappointed with you actions…?” Leonica’s words remained unfinished as an enraged Gabriel swung his hand through the air, smacking his palm clean on her left cheek. Leonica held her throbbing cheek, eyes wide and teary as she stared at her husband who glared down at her ferociously. “The nerves of you to mention my grandmother. You have no right to do so!” He spat, taking a step forward and jabbing his index finger painfully into her shoulder, making her take several steps back. “Bare this in mind, Leonica Romero, if not for the wishes of my late grandmother, I’d much rather be dead than associate myself with somebody like you.” *~*~* *~*~* Leonica Romero has always had a long time crush on Gabriel Bryce, CEO of Bryce Empire and Norway’s Business tyrant. Fortunately, at the request of his Ill grandmother, her family’s long time friend, Leonica gets the chance to marry her beloved. Feeling elated, she abandoned her position and dream job in the Romero household and becomes a humble housewife for Gabriel. However, Three years later, on the day of Gabriel’s grandmother’s funeral, Leonica is stunned speechless when he demands for a divorce, as his ex girlfriend Angelina Fernandez had suddenly returned, proclaiming her undying love for him. But that wasn’t the only shock Leonica received that day. Hours after Gabriel’s declaration for a divorce, Leonica wakes up in the hospital to a shocking news. She was two months pregnant. And Gabriel knew nothing about this!
Drugged and deceived, she bore a child amidst tragedy-her son, falsely declared dead at birth. Fueled by the agony, she disappeared, only to return years later with both her daughter and an adopted son, driven by an unyielding desire for revenge against those who had wronged her and her late mother. The plot takes an unexpected twist when the haunting truth surfaces: her son is alive, and his father is a powerful CEO.
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
She was hurt. She was bullied and made fun of. And the only hope that kept her going was finding her mate. She has always been weak. Weak to the world. Why? Because she was a lantern. She didn't have a wolf. That's what everyone thought about her. When she found her mate, he wanted her to be his slut and not a wife. She might be an omega, but it doesn't mean she will take disloyalty and betrayal lightly. So she did something that no one in history ever did. She rejected an Alpha. "I, Alexis Clark, reject Brandon Sterling, the alpha of Black mist pack, and consider myself a free soul until I decide so."; Were her last words before she left that torturous place and became a rogue. A rogue that everyone was fearing and finding. Why? Because she was the rogue that has become one of the biggest problems of almost all the packs in the country. She was Alexis Clark. A rogue that rejected an Alpha, stealth food, kill other rogues, and more than that was living with humans and studying with them. What will happen when her case is given to the world's most dangerous alpha, Sebastian Sinclair, who has taken it upon himself to punish this rogue. The one who hated rogues and omega to a level that was beyond understanding. Why? Because his mate was an omega, who betrayed him with a rogue before dying. How will Alexis tackle this alpha, in whose College she was studying and living under hiding for almost a year? What will Sebastian do when he finds out the new girl he had been talking to is none other than the rogue omega that he had decided to kill? "To love you with all my might was my only wish, but you were the only one who gave me endless suffering. So today, I promise myself to not fall for anyone."; A simple saying that both Alexis and Sebastian had vowed upon. Will they be able to find their love amidst all these problems?