Blurb A Female war weapon fighting for freedom, and a long gone dream but also handed an escape on a platter of gold. What does she do? And a Lycan with the burden of the world on him, anger issues and the weight of many secrets; fighting to bring his Kingdom back in place, until everything spiralled out of control. When two broken souls meet, trying to change their worlds, perhaps they have to change theirs first Find out how they came out victorious -or not- in this book.
"You should have listened to Mummy and the Queen and stayed silently hidden," I muttered angrily at my younger sister.
She had already cried out every ounce of strength in her but I couldn't help but point out it was her mistake. She had always got me into trouble.
"You should have let me go alone!" She said, still as stubborn as ever in spite of herself.
"And tell Mum and Dad what? That I left my younger sister in danger?" I said at her, giving her a stern eyes.
"Well, you are not older than me! I'm your twin sister. Besides, there is no Mum and Dad to tell anymore. Those people killed them." She said, looking as miserable as I felt.
My power, everything I was, it was wasted. Our father was a Lycan but our mother was a werewolf, so we weren't as strong as other Lycans.
It had only prompted me into throwing myself into trainings, taking all the help I could get. And there were only a handful of people I could take on. I wanted to get married to the prince and have his kids and I wanted to be sufficient enough for that.
The kingdom was wonderful, took care of their own. Our King was a great King, greatest of all times, if I say so myself but all if those things, all of those dreams had been truncated by our attackers.
It became quickly apparent that the King's Gamma was a betrayer and a liar. A lot of us lost our loved ones, like our parents, our King... I might have lost my crush, the prince.
I wondered what would become of our kingdom. I sighed turning to stubborn and devastated sister, hugging her to myself. She held me tight, trembling in my arm.
At our parent's demise, I would take good care of my sister and make sure she doesn't suffer, no matter what it took. She began to whimper in my arms, I had always known that she showed stubbornness to protect herself, she had the softest heart I knew.
"We are in trouble." She whispered.
Of course, she didn't have to tell me that the biggest nightmare of my life had just happened in front of my eyes. I wondered what would happen to us.
I didn't want to leave my sister bit I also didn't want her to die, so, I would protect her with my life.
We were not the only ones in captive, a lot of people surrendered, so that they didn't have to die. We were all packed into a big truck, melancholy in the air. It tasted bitter. Pain and loss and tears, also lingered in the air.
People were clutching their broken arms or legs, or bleeding part of their body, two people had died already.
I hugged my sister closer as reality began to set in, we were doomed.
Thirty minutes later, we were all sitting in a vast cell, watching as our people were raped, tortured, played with, decapitated up front.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Cuddly . I should have just sat down. I should not have come out of hiding." She was going into panic attack.
I started to panic at that, "Breathe, Nessa, Breathe. Count with me. Please you are scaring me."
We stayed hidden, behind the cells. She counted with me, until she began to feel alright.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" I asked as I held up two fingers.
"Two." I finally calmed, only that was too soon.
"You! Stand up!" He pointed at Nessa. She hugged me tighter, and whimpered.
I stood up straight, "No!"
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
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On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.