Two thousand years ago... The Lycan Ruler knelt close to his mate and raised her up carefully. He growled and cried like a harmed wolf. His mate has been killed by wolf trackers. People, divine beings, goddesses, mythical people, and other non-people lived respectively smoothly, but a couple of people chose to be terrible hunters, tracking down and persecuting wolves. He buried his mate at the celebration of Mahan, a significant celebration where everyone could make a wish and it will be granted. There, he made a wish which will eventually be granted. The Lycan King was to live for extended period of years, healthy and energetic up until the period he sees his reborn mate, and when he at last recognises his mate by the wolf mark on her neck, he will die in the three months that followed. ***** Present Day... Two soldiers landed from their vehicle and walked into the castle. "My master, I brought a soldier to be your personal guard. I want to believe that you are satisfied?" Henry from the U.S armed force said, bowed on one knee. King Lucien Wulfgur raised his head and looked thoroughly at the boy Henry brought. "This little child?" He got up and checked the boy out. "Could it be said that you are a wolf? Also, you look girlish." He spoke to the boy. "No, my master. I'm a human and....a boy," the person replied. The King drew nearer towards them in a fast move. He took a closer look at the boy's neck and saw...the mark?! King Lucien Wulfgur's eyes sparkled and his heart began to hurt out of nowhere. His mate. He has seen her. He had been searching for her for quite a long time and presently, she was reborn as a man? How could he possibly adjust to the boy? Now that what he wished for had at last come to pass, he will pass on to the great beyond in 90 days time. He really needs to begin getting ready for his death and burial.
Alicia's POV
It was a cool insane morning and I had moronically failed to remember my coat at the house once again. Now, I was behind schedule for classes while trusting that Elena will bring my coat for me.
I was there, sitting alone.
I've nearly finished some hot espresso I requested for and Elena was still yet to return. It was 7:55 AM and the stroll to the lecture room was a few minutes from the cafeteria.
On the off chance that Elena doesn't show up right now, it's basically impossible that I would get to the class by 8 AM.
Gracious! Pardon my habits, please. I haven't introduced myself.
I am Alicia Armstrong and I'm 18 years of age. I'm a final year student of Steven's High School. In reality, I'm the most lovely young lady at Steven's High.
Indeed, I know I'm delightful. Also, I'm certain there could be no other one as lovely as I am. I took after my mom, Mrs Grace Armstrong. She is the most gorgeous lady I have ever seen.
Many individuals say I'm self-centered and arrogant. They say my magnificence and father's abundance have gotten to my head. But that is their own cup of tea because it doesn't move me. A considerable lot of them are really desirous of me since I get what I want whenever I want it.
However, don't I have the right to get what I want? Remember that I'm the most lovely young lady and also the daughter of the rich Alex Armstrong.
Jeez! It's now two minutes past eight and Elena is just showing up.
Damn! She's even strolling so majestically, rather casually instead of rushing down here. Does she not realize I will be late for classes?
I got up furiously and picked my backpack, making a beeline to meet her at the entryway.
"Why the fuck are you coming so late, Elena?" I rammed at her as she gave me the coat.
"Please accept my apologies," she said, blazing me an irritating grin.
Jeez! I hate her when she grins. Doesn't she know how horrendous she looks?
"For what reason did it take you such a long time?" I asked and we both rushed out of the place after I
had put on the coat.
"I had issues moving out of the car park," she grumbled, which just got me more annoyed.
"Where are the keys?" I shot an enraged look at her
I grabbed the keys from her immediately she took them out. I started to stroll in towards the lecture room without even glancing back at Elena.
"I also got diverted by Dave, he was at your home to see you," Elena's voice made me freeze.
Did she just say Dave?
Jeez! That person is so irritating.
Individuals call Dave my ex. In any case, as far as I might be concerned, he is simply my past sex toy.
I never cherished him but just consented to date him since I wanted somebody to give me enough sex. But now I was tired of his little d*** and I feel like I need something else.
"What is it that Dave need?" I walked back to Elena and inquired.
"He requested that I assist him with begging you," Elena said. "He believes that you should excuse him for some way he irritated you. I think he truly adores you."
I jeered.
"What's all that? He said all these and you stayed to pay attention to him?" I gazed at her sickened. "Next time you see him, let him know I'm tired of his senseless ass. He needs to quit chasing after me."
I turned and walked on to the lecture room. Elena likewise walked towards her lecture room for we were studying different courses.
Should in case you are pondering who Elena is, forget about it. You'll get to meet her soon. Right now, I am ten minutes late for lectures and I must pick up the pace.
***
I at last got to the lecture room and the teacher was at that point in class as I anticipated. I realized he planned to offer a few remarks.
Yet, what difference does it make? I just don't like to get to classes late, not because of anybody's remark. Moreover, they all offer remarks about me all the time, so it has no effect anymore.
"Miss Armstrong, you're late again today," Teacher Mark said as I strolled into the lecture room.
I halted and shot a cold stern look at him. "Hello, Teacher. It's my very first time coming to your class late." I uttered.
"Really?" he asked with a screwy grin. "It's my very first time coming to your class late," he mimicked me in a whimsical tone that got the entire class thundering in chuckling.
He just got me angrier that morning.
"I will excuse you for now since it's your very first time." He blurted.
I didn't hold on for him to get done with talking before I strolled to a seat. I could hear individuals muttering and snickering at me as I walked past them.
It didn't make any difference to me, they were all losers. Not a single one of them dared looking me straightforwardly in the face and laugh at me.
The Teacher was at this point about to proceed with the lecture when another person showed up at the entryway.
"Good day, Teacher," he said in a quiet and delicate voice that pulled in the full attention of the class.
Jeez! He seemed to look like an Angel. I had never seen somebody so attractive as he was.
"Good day, who are you?" the teacher inquired.
"I'm Kylian, a new student. I was just transferred here," he ventured forward and gave the teacher his transfer letter.
"Gracious!" the Teacher shouted as he looked over the letter. "You were transferred in the final year? That is abnormal."
The attractive person said nothing yet grinned as he reclaimed the letter. I should admit, his grin was killing.
"You can go to your seat," the Teacher said and he grinned once more.
I could see every one of the young ladies and even guys taking side glances at the novice as he walked past them to a vacant seat.
And that was the point at which I woke back to the real world.
Jeez! How could I be admiring a guy's handsomeness? Me of all people.
I had made a self decision quite a while back that I would never admire or become hopelessly enamored with a guy. As far as I might be concerned, they were all only tools to get pleasure, nothing more.
Fuck the newbie! I cursed under my breath.
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." Darcy stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You're not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She stared at me in the mirror. "You can't even glance at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of gazing at that scar?" Heather Bailey got a surprise from her husband: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. She was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman. After signing the divorce papers, shockwaves caught her up. Her flower shop was burned to the ground. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers from influential families, she started her revenge on Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted, but that was just the beginning.
The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.