My name is Kurly Kassandra Krystalis. This name was nothing like a normal name on this island. It was foreign and the name my dad gave us. My mom was Krella, my sister Kelly, brother kristophere, the last kyle. All K names like seriously mom why did all of my siblings have a normal name except me? ~ I had two lifetimes. My well first and second life. Well, sort of like three - Forget it at this point. I can not be sure more keep on adding to the point I have my own domain. In the end, I came to realise that my soul... Spirit... Ah. Yeh, whatever you would call that part of you that remains after your body is gone was fractured into several pieces. Each "soul fracture" shared each other's memories but had their own inherent memories. Everything was great, so good. Until my last year of secondary school. My life just warped and changed into... the beginning of disaster. ~ Life is not easy for Kurly Kassandra Krystalis. First, they call you the KKK, and then there is another problem... She has a fractured soul. Not in a sense that she is damaged to the point she is weak but to the point she has something similar to slit personalities. Adding in that, she remembers her past lives and the men from those lives kept popping up like 'pop goes the weasel'. She thought it was bad. Nope, her sister became an issue and problems that appeared in her past life. It's OK though, she has this. Well... At least she thinks so. ~ Book one of 'Fractured series.' This is a 60,000-word Reverse harem novel. This book is for ages 16+ The female lead and some uncomfortable scenes. Contains: slight sexual content, slight gore and some situations that some readers may not like. Some scenes will also contain flashbacks. All male leads are from her past life, with yandere tendencies.
"You could've warned me," I growled angrily.
My gaze narrowed, landing on the girl. I wanted to sneer but remember that she had tried calling out to me but I had ignored continuing with our 'agreement'.
"I tried. You just didn't bother to listen."
The crescent moon eyes squinted back at me, I thought to myself she was so pretty with "red skin"-- a Peru type brown which was extremely light, adding her thick long, dark, natural hair and you have to look at her twice. All of this was thanks to her great maternal great-grandmother who was Chinese by birth.
"Thanks a lot,"
I huffed, rising from my seat while pilling out my crappy phone checking my phone to make sure it was on silent. My purse, I opened, then checked that I had my identification card, my bank card and my keys. Confirming all of that, I prepared myself to leave the classroom.
Honestly, you can never be too careful here, because these kids would steal anything they could get away with.
Of course, my bag was different. I was never the normally known brand type. Instead, I bought my bag and shoes from Cheapside market from the old ladies who sold stuff that was no longer needed second hand.
My bag was quite sturdy though, made from cotton and a blend of polyester with metal shoulder straps, padded with cotton, giving it an old-fashioned look I somehow loved. All in all, my bag leaned on practicality than trendy and useless. Hence, no one pays attention to my bag and in extent; my stuff.
Also, I always, always had my most important stuff on me at all times, along with hand sanitizer, to clean my hand if someone touches me because yo, people were disgusting. I even had wipes and title spray as well.
Positive I had all I needed, I turned back to the door, raising a part of my lip in a sneer. When I saw that, he still stood there with those large arms crossed, biceps bulging - like, wow, this dude probably worked out twice a day to get those guns.
Ah, I shook my head, wondering; why could he not disappear?
"Yuh gine continue tuh block de exit Mr giant?"
I asked in a not so gentle tone, not even bothering to hide my accent.
It was clear he was not a "Bajan white". His stature and looks were different. It was a look that said; 'he was not one of my kind and I should be wary.'
He stared from my hair, which was secured in six cornrows going back for the week a green ribbon at the end which matched my skirt perfectly, then my chest since I didn't have much breast a handful I guess, maybe a tiny bit more. I was proud of them. I could go with or without a bra and run comfortably without them jiggling all over the place. honestly who would want that?
His eyes fell slowly, lower and lower, before returning to my face, which I had to admit that I was comfortable with.
I didn't turn heads again, which was fine by me. Neither did they run screaming, so I was comfortable because all I had to do was lose the cornrows, and I will surely turn those heads.
My belief is, after all, is that hair makes a person.
Though on the other hand, I still wanted Sharice's legs, those were slightly bowed and fair-sized in comparison to my almost skinny long legs. She had what I called a true coke bottle shape.
Slim upper torso expanding from the hips...
"Finished?"
I asked him. Looking back, I saw Sharice was finished and was standing behind me, walking past him. I paused when he grabbed my hand, pulling me to him.
What nonsense is this?
Suppose he scratched his a** and touched me or worst, got off and didn't wash his hands?!
Or maybe dug his nose?
I felt my body begin to shiver as I watched him breaking down in my mind from paranoia struggling not to freak out.
Oh my, the germs...
Oh my, I might catch something...
Oh my, I need to wash my hands-
No, I need to sanitise my hands, ugh like sanitise, wipe and spray ah.
He's one of them and he's touching me with his-
I stared at where he gripped me and thought ah he really needed some sun. His skin was extremely pale in comparison to my toffee tone skin.
I gasped. After all, I was female and sh** he was all stone-like hard, muscle was everywhere. Sigh only if he was from the Caribbean. Then maybe I would stand a chance, but this giant is out of my lead.
Either way, I was still curious.
"H-how tall are you?"
I stuttered in question, distracted when he suddenly dragged me closer.
I inhaled sharply, stiffening before relaxing. His scent was extremely pleasant: his clothes smelled clean, his chest solid. Among the girls, I was among the tallest already but in comparison to him; I was a shortie.
My head barely reached his collarbone.
"Six foot seven last I checked."
"I see,"
I replied staring up at him he reminded me of the guy I used to stalk when I was in fourth form, tall well-muscled and gorgeous as hell while my first crush was black with caramel toned skin though and just six feet with brown eyes a perfect low hair cut who outright ignored me.
This one was white six-foot seven-ish and muscled like he was on steroids.
Who, damn it! was presently assaulting me. To even make it worst this was the first day of school.
Like what the fickidy-f*ck was this drama?
Eh? Did I miss some sign?
Why would this fool appear and touch me with his disgusting hands?
What if I catch something?!!!!!!
I admit though I like his scent. Since most Bajans love nice scents and used their nose to identify many things throughout life and determine their moods, I really began to feel irritated.
The bell rang, saving me from him. I wanted to sag in relief because my mind seems to begin to sink into depravity and maybe the kind of thought to let my hands roam.
"I have to go," I mumbled, stepping away from him. When I looked down, I noticed this boy still held my arm and I really truly felt irritated, so in an unfriendly tone I growled.
"Release the hand Mr giant!" I snapped, extremely annoyed by this fool. He looked down at me while I glared up at his gorgeous feautures. Those lips, I'll not admit are tempting me, those eyes I ache to pluck and the skin I want to rub against to see if it is as soft as it looks. "I have a name, tiny."
'Your father is tiny, aunt, uncle, brothers and sisters are tiny!' I roared in my mind. Of course I stayed humble and shut up.
My nose flared when he called me tiny I don't think five foot ten was tiny but then again narrowing my eyes on him I was kind of tiny to him, this humongous dude looked to be around six-four or five, still tugging my hand I looked around noticing that my best friend was gone, what a deserter.
I hope she falls down the stairs or something!
Slumping in defeat, I waited, hearing the second bell and the sound of children rushing to the hall.
Tugging once again, I thought to myself; I don't want to be late damn it!
It's the first week of school and I had no desire to see the principal as yet. She scares me.
(BEFORE YOU JUMP IN) This is a dark fantasy, reverse harem, romance is secondary. The focus will be mainly on world-building and character growth. Sexual content is included. Once it is your cup of tea, please help yourself to the read. - - - - Ever met some fool who was reborn? Or transmigrated? Ever met some fool who wanted to make you suffer but you had to counterattack like a boss? Like make them think it was merely a dream and they were crazy…their world that they believed would be perfect had crumbled and fallen before them? Ah~ Wonderful. I a villainess should laugh on a side like the dutiful side character watching a movie. Right? No! Wrong! I want to immerse myself in this play until all those within bow down in terror. Even though I am the Villainess, my wish is to claim my males so they can worship me as the goddess that I am, and that one who covets should continue to but also be tortured.
For Joaker, having failed her duty as a universal guardian, she was then punished to live as a mortal. A being without fur or fangs. For being a failure but not without a bit of merit. She, before had been a being who guarded a universe, was demoted to become…Hyena, human, a pig, wolf... Tortured. Warped until her true self was lost and she became a being that she had looked down upon. Forced to struggle with the need to keep her nature in check and protect those who wish to crush her underfoot. Paired with that she must also decide if she wants the males who constantly hunt her, as her own or to use them to alleviate her rapidly rising heat.
Cheated by husband, betrayed by friend and rejected by family. It all came down to her inability to conceive within three years of marriage. She was tagged a barren woman and they made it appeared like a plaque, she has no place to hide her face. Her husband got divorced on the account that he wants to be with someone else, who will bear him a seed, someone who will show the fruit of his hardwork and masculinity and the only woman he choose was the closest person to his wife. Elena was broken, shattered and wounded. But she made a decision, she would move on, she will not accept the fate imposed on her as a barren woman. And humanity cannot decide her fate! This is the story of Elena Scott and the happy life after…
The night before her engagement, Valerie was tricked by her boyfriend and stepsister into spending the night with a stranger. After the night together, the man vanished. Later, her boyfriend accused her of cheating, revealing his affair with her stepsister. Pressured by her father, Valerie married an unconscious man in place of her stepsister. Valerie exposed the scheme, sabotaged her father's ambitions, and transformed herself. When her husband woke and chased her to the airport, she calmly refused him, saying, "It's over between us." He held her firmly. "You married me, so you must commit."
For seven years, Jillian pursued Bryan with unyielding passion, but he remained distant, his emotions tightly sealed. Disheartened, she left for overseas after graduating from college. Three years later, Jillian, now a successful attorney, sat provocatively on the lap of Bryan's competitor. She flashed Bryan a playful smile and taunted, "What's wrong, Bryan? Are you impotent?" Bryan's restraint shattered in an instant. In a swift motion, he scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed. The next morning, as Bryan woke up, Jillian flashed a mischievous smile. "Let's keep things casual, okay?"
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
After a passionate night, Verena left some money and wanted to leave, but was held by her companion. "Isn't it your turn to make me happy?" Verena, always disguising herself as ugly, slept with her fiance's uncle, Darren, in order to escape her engagement with her unfaithful fiance. Darren had respect and admiration. Word of his romantic escapades circulated, some saying they saw him kissing a lady against a wall and others calling it gossip. Who could ever tame Darren's heart? Then, shockingly, Darren was caught bending down to help Verena with her shoes, all to score a kiss from her!