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!"
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
Everyone thought Lorenzo truly loved Gracie, until the day of their daughter’s heart surgery. To Gracie’s utter shock, Lorenzo gave the precious organ needed by their child to another woman. Devastated, Gracie opted for a divorce. Fueled by her need for revenge, Gracie joined hands with Lorenzo’s uncle, Waylon, and orchestrated Lorenzo’s downfall. In the end, Lorenzo was left with nothing and consumed by remorse. He pleaded for a reconciliation. Gracie thought she was free to move on with her life, but Waylon held her back in a death grip. “Did you think you can just walk out on me?”
"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."
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.