Blurb "The DNA confirmed Jimmy to be your son, but for Tommy, am sorry, he is not yours." The voice of the physician that just performed the test on me boomed in the closed office. "What?" Alex asked with a shocking gaze, smirked, and asked after. "You mean only one among the twins is mine?" "Yes," the physician answered back. "It's a rare occurrence, but it sometimes happens when a woman-" I couldn't hear the rest of the doctor's speech, as at that moment, my eyes clouded and my feet gave way, and a torrent of tears flowed down my swollen face. "You mean she consummate with another man, minute after laying with me?" Alex's words sink into my heart like a hot knife sliding into butter, and I wish the ground would just open and swallow me up, instead of the shame and distress awaiting me. Despite the heaviness of my lips, and the unwillingness of my throat to produce a sound, I force myself and asked. "How is that possible? Only Alex had laid with me!" "Am sorry madam, but our test shows that only one among the twins belongs to sir Alex!" At that moment, I relinquished the tenacity to live, and death seemed more palatable to me. The sudden darkness that engulfed my whole being is expected, and I slumped and fainted. The last words I can hear from Alex, as the unconsciousness became absolute were. "I hate you Mirable, but I want you to live and witness the torture that I have in mind for you."
Writers pov
She was a nineteen years old lady, who believe that whatever a baby want, a baby must work for it. But her belief was shaken when her mother fell sick, and a million dollars is needed for a kidney transplant.
Poor Mirabel had to run helter-skelter to save the only living family she have, after losing her father in the war when she was just five.
A friend in need is a friend indeed, all her friends and neighbors have little or nothing to offer, but who can blame them?
They all live from hand to mouth, in truth, a bird of a kind, flock together!
Raising a million dollars is practically impossible for a locality where a family of four live below one dollar per day.
Oregon City is indeed a rich state, with human and natural resources. Unfortunately, the city is only developing but not growing, as the rich keep getting richer and the poor poorer.
A few hours earlier, Mirabel was seen in a white-painted office that seemed to belong to a physician, because of the gadgets seen.
Dressed in a blue frolic gown that enhanced her beauty, she was seen sweating, despite the breeze from the air conditioners stationed at every strategic place.
Mirable pov
"Am sorry Mirabel, but there is nothing we can do without a million dollars." The resident doctor that was in charge of my mother's case let out.
"Where on earth am I supposed to see such amount?" I screamed back in tears.
"Your mother's two kidneys are rotten, and they need to be operated on, then replaced with at least one functioning one."
"Her kidney? Oh my goodness. Why Oh God why?"
"You are lucky there are two kidneys available for sell, and I can only delay till nightfall."
"For a million dollars?"
"That's for the deposit, you may need to pay more at due time. Remember, we will be bringing specialists from different states around the world."
"Please save my mother, I beg you." I cried out, held the doctor's flowing white gown, and looked pleadingly at his sympathetic face, as my tears flowed down my cheeks and soon got soaked in the collar of my frolic blue gown.
"There is little I can do to save your mother, and her condition is becoming more critical every minute. Please rally around and raise the money today."
"Please can you start treating her while I run around?"
"We can only sustain her on oxygen and do all we can to make her stay alive till nightfall, but I'm not guaranteeing her living after tonight."
I quickly clean my tears with the back of my palms and walked out of the white-painted office.
Outside the hospital, I flagged down a taxi, hopped inside, and buried my face in my hand as I was driven to my residence.
Tall and beautiful houses were seen on both sides of the road as I peeked out of the taxi, and I mumbled to myself. "I will own a house here, one day."
While the rich populated the upside of Oregon city, the poor were seen on the lower side, and the difference between the two areas is not only in location but in almost everything that differentiates a rich man from a poor man.
Good road, clean environment, beautiful houses, and exotic cars, that's upper Oregon for you, and in lower Oregon, the opposite is the case.
The sudden development that had sprung up, at the discovery of crude oil on the land was only centered in upper Oregon, while those on the lower side of the city were left to live in shackles of lack and sickness.
Except for my mother's sickness which prompt my constant visitation to this place, all my life jas been spent on the lower side of the city, and we have all grown tick hair to the flies and blocked noses to the unbearable smell that emits from the lagoon that served as our toilet spot.
"Go to upper Oregon and solicit for help."
My only friend, Mirinda let out, when I told her of the result of the test just concluded on my mother, and the price of the operation needed to save her.
"I can't beg, my ego won't permit me to," I answered back with a puzzling gaze.
"In this case, you will keep our ego aside and do all you can to save your mother."
"We can't stay on the roadside and beg, I have no one there."
"I have heard of a philanthropist, maybe he will help us."
"Did you know the address?" I asked. The thought that I will have to beg to save my mother nauseate me, but not as nauseating as the thought of losing her forever.
That's unbearable, my pride and ego can stay for now.
"No, but I knew his place, it was shown to me by my friend, his father walked with him."
"Did you think he will help me?"
"It worth a trial, I heard he had been helping the sick, the disable, and the bereaved."
"Have never heard of him," I muttered back.
"Alex foundation, he is popular among us, as he is the only rich man that sympathizes and tried to associate with the poor."
"Alex foundation?"
"Yes, a taxi will take you to his place."
"You won't go with me?"
"No, I need to resume at work, am on nightshift."
I watched Miranda as she walked to her working place.
knowing it was the money from her employer that is feeding her parent and two younger ones and since I have no work for her if she loses the one at hand, I have no choice but to watch her go.
Having no other alternative, I quickly clean the tears gathering on my face and decide to give her suggestion a try.
Did I have any choice?
I stepped onto the main road, flagged down a taxi, hopped inside, and pray to be favored as I stepped into the presence of sir Alex.
"Is that not our loathsome son-in-law?" "I bet he is. That son of nobody still come back after stealing from us." "I sometimes feel pity for him... Did you heard that Johnson is not is son?" "Yep. I heard from Madam Alice... Serve him right. He think he is part of us because one of us gave birth to a son for him." "One more year, and we will be free of his pitable face." "Did you think he will survive if we chase him out of the villa?" "No, he won't. He is so dependable on us and will commit suicide as soon as he left that gate." "I may have compassion on him and employ him as my driver." "You are too kind. I can't even employ him as my driver." "Hahaha!" "
I'm a Luna. After three years of marriage to Alpha Nathaniel Blackwood, I'm finally pregnant with his pup. But he's unclaimed me for his first love. I'm leaving the pack with this secret, praying he never finds out. Nathaniel Blackwood is a handsome, powerful Alpha. In a world where humans and werewolves coexist, he has it all: a billion-dollar empire, untold power, a massive pack, and, most importantly, the perfect Luna. But the return of his first love shattered our marriage. When he finds out the secret I've been hiding, will he regret rejecting me? Will I ever be able to forgive him? Dive into this gripping serialized novel to find out more-Enjoy the ride!
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
She was a diamond covered by ashes.... King Dakota was known as the most Powerful Alpha King of all times - more powerful than any other King that had ruled from his lineage. He was cold hearted, introverted and dangerous in anger. Cursed by the Moon goddess, King Dakota had to get married to three wives all in search of a male child that would become his heir, but it was impossible as the curse would only let his wives bear she -wolves. But on a different day, the King meets a lady who offends him and as a punishment, he took her home as his fourth wife. Her name was Shilah. Shilah was a powerless wolf and as a result, was disregarded and intimidated by all. But, when she begins to do things that the King had never felt for years, he began to wonder who she really was. Slowly, she crawled her way into his icy heart and turned out to be something nobody ever expected - a storm.
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.