My entire existence has led to this moment, the day I finally put an end to this misery, the day I pay tribute to the sacrifices of my loved ones, the day I grant freedom to the human race. All it requires is a simple pull of the trigger. I desired this, worked tirelessly for it, but inexplicably, I find myself unable to complete the task. "Do it," Bas urged in a soft whisper, a gentle smile playing on his lips. How could he find solace in a moment fraught with tension? His eyes locked onto mine, a silent challenge. Unable to contain the tears streaming down my face, I felt a flood of emotions. Sensing my hesitation, Bas delicately laid his hand on mine, guiding the gun closer to his chest. "I love you," he uttered to me. No, I couldn't endure this any longer. I shook my head, the pain becoming unbearable. "We do this in 1...2...3..." *** In a world where werewolves coexist with humans, Rebecca faces a daunting prophecy: she must become the mate of the infamous Alpha's son, Bas. Every century, the moon selects a human girl to fulfill this prophecy, destined to bear a child for her mate and then be sacrificed. But Rebecca refuses to accept her fate. Can she defy the prophecy and protect her loved ones, or will her rebellion lead to tragedy? And when she starts developing feelings for someone forbidden, what will the consequences be?
The cry of a baby the best melody in the ears of a mother.
My mother always told me I was her greatest gift.
"Look at her, George," my mother whispered, her voice filled with affection. "Our little Rebecca is a gift from the heavens."
"She's perfect," my father declared, his eyes locking on me. In that moment, everything felt just right. After a decade of hoping and waiting, the sound of a baby's cry filled the room, but not just any baby-their baby, their precious child. Things were finally taking a turn in their favor.
Maybe they spoke to soon
His footsteps echoed through the hallway, each thud announcing his arrival. The echoes weren't just in the hallway but in the hearts of those within.
"Such a beautiful baby," he remarked with a smirk, his voice sending chills down our spines. George, my father, tightened his grip on my mother protectively, meeting his gaze with silent defiance.
"You know I always liked you, Commander," he continued, his words dripping with perverse amusement. "And the heavens decided to bless you by making us a family." The mockery in his tone sent shivers down our collective spines, the realization of an unholy alliance tightening its grip on our joy.
Summoning a flicker of courage, my father stepped forward, desperation etched in his eyes. "Darius, she's just a child," he pleaded, his voice carrying the weight of a father's desperate entreaty.
Darius, feigning surprise, opened his eyes wide, a façade of innocence. "I would never hurt a child, especially the one destined to bring an heir to my son," he declared, his gaze shifting between me and my mother. But beneath the veneer of false reassurance, a sinister truth lingered.
Drawing closer, Darius leaned in, his voice a venomous whisper clawing at my father's senses. "But you know a prophecy is a prophecy, and I will come back for her. I do hope you give her to me. I would hate to slash that beautiful throat of yours and Linda... in law," he hissed, the subtle threat hanging heavy in the air. Just as he was about to leave, he turned to my mother with a bright smile on his face. "Congratulations, Linda," and with that, he was gone, leaving the room steeped in tension.
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The soft sand filled my legs as I ran around the playground, my favorite place to be. The sounds of birds and the laughter of children always made me feel safe. I turned around, and there stood my mother, watching me play. She smiled and waved, and I reciprocated. It was my sixth birthday, and my parents had planned a fun-filled day for me.
"Becca, come, let's play on the swings!" my friend exclaimed, pulling me towards the swing set.
While my friends played on the swings, a man approached, holding a captivating flower. It had a rare, beautiful black color. I accepted it with a smile, and the stranger pointed ahead. There, a tall man stood with a powerful aura. He smiled at me. I couldn't explain the uneasy feeling that washed over me, but the sight of him made me shiver in fear.
I quickly sought out my mother. "Mum, Mum, look at this," I said, showing her the unique flower. "Where did you get this from?" she asked as she examined the flower.
"A very handsome man gave it to me."
"And who could that be? I've never..." Suddenly, a realization struck my mother. She looked at me, attempting to compose herself, but I could see right through her. "Honey, I need you to take me to this man."
I gave her a gentle nod and led her to where the stranger had been, but to my greatest surprise, he was gone. "He was just right here," I murmured.
My mom swiftly picked me up, and we rushed into the car. I wondered why we had to leave so unexpectedly.
Tousling on my bed, I awoke from a sleep filled with uneasy dreams. The dim glow of the moonlight seeped through my bedroom window, casting shadows that danced along the walls. The creaky floorboards beneath my feet groaned softly as I navigated my way to the kitchen.
However, my journey came to an abrupt halt as my ears caught the strains of my mother's worried voice. It echoed through the quiet darkness, each word etched with a palpable sense of concern. In the living room, she paced with restless energy.
"We have to get out of here," she declared, her words hanging heavy in the air.
"Running won't solve this, Linda," my dad's voice resonated, a counterpoint to the tense atmosphere.
The weight of the situation pressed on my mother, and frustration painted her face as she exclaimed, "Then what do we do? Do you expect me to watch and do nothing?"
"Of course not! Do you think I don't wake up scared that our precious baby will be gone? Every day is a nightmare for me. But if we run, he's going to come for us, and he's going to kill us. I can't let that happen," my dad confessed, his footsteps carrying him to my mother as he embraced her in a soft hug.
"I can't lose her, George. I can't," she whispered, her words barely audible.
I couldn't hold back my feelings, so I went closer, and tears streamed down my face. The room felt smaller, like a storm was coming. Even though I was young, I could tell that something was really, really wrong.
Seeing me, my parents quickly rushed, enveloping me in a hug that sought to shield and reassure. "I'm sorry, baby... don't cry about anything. Everything's fine, my mom said, attempting to soothe me. But even though I was young, I could sense that she wasn't telling the whole truth.
"I won't let anything happen to you," my dad promised
"You're safe with us."
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!”
"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?
After a painful breakup with her boyfriend of two years who coldly told her to her face that he couldn't keep dating her because she was too uptight--In a moment of anger and defiance, Anna decided to throw caution to the wind for one reckless night. She headed to the wildest club in Texas, determined to lose herself in the chaos. But fate had other plans. To her shock, she ran into her ex-boyfriend at the club. Desperate to save face, she made a split-second decision and approached a stranger, pretending he was her new boyfriend. What she never anticipated was the magnetic pull she would feel towards him or the fact that she'd end up going home with this mystery man. Soon enough, the real surprise hit her--this stranger wasn't just anyone; he was her new boss. What begins as a night of rebellion spirals into a whirlwind of forbidden attraction, societal pressure and hidden affairs. And now there are so many things at stake. Find out how this story unfolds.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .