Lyra has been trained her whole life to be a skilled wolf hunter. It's all she knows, and she excels at it-killing or being killed is the only option. But when her parents unexpectedly decide to retire for her sake, Jessica is thrust into a world she never chose. Moving to a town filled with wolves poses a dangerous challenge for an ex-hunter. Just when she thinks she can find a semblance of normalcy, a forbidden romance ignites, complicating her life further. Can Jessica reconcile her past and forge a new future, or will her loyalties to her family and her instincts as a hunter tear her apart? ---
The blonde one was dead. Our teacher had announced that she was brave, saying they were all brave, giving us the same speech about being in a better place and other nonsense I don't believe. Blondie wasn't brave poor thing could barely kill a fly. That's why she's gone. People did cried though. They always cry loud enough that I don't need to turn to know where it's coming from. I guess she'll be missed by people outside her family. As for me, I barely knew her; blonde hair and a big smile are all I remember.
The same way nobody will remember anything about me or cry for me cause I'm not dying anytime soon.
It's hard being a wolf hunter, especially when you didn't sign up for it; I know I sure as hell didn't, and neither did a lot of us. Just endless deaths and stupid tears. Regardless, I've never failed a test just cause I didn't want to take it (actually, I have, but that's not the point here).
We start with rouges. They don't have a pack, and it's extremely rare to see them with family or friends, making them easier to kill. Ten kids are sent to kill one rouge and some don't come back. They never send us unprepared, training us like crazy. The school's divided into two parts: regular school, where we're taught unnecessary subjects, and training, which involves climbing trees, shooting guns, and running at one pace to another for hours.
The hunters association is big, big enough to fund all the weird shit we do, to put it in simpler terms it's like a cult, where all the hunters (in this country) live in this big ass mansion, and the experience hunters ( the adults ) can leave and live out if they want but most stay for their kids and some don't. We're all given our own house, which is a room big enough to be a house within the mansion, and I live with my parents, my favorite people; well, my dad is my favorite person in the whole world, and my mom is there by default.
We had a team of 10 people that went on missions; the team number can be reduced to 5 depending on the pack and the number of warriors they had.
We usually do stakeouts, watching one pack for weeks; a month is the longest time we're allowed to observe a pack. There, we make our decision to attack or request for backup.
It's always another mission with this stupid place, missions upon missions, killing anything and everything that moves even if it was a cute little girl with ponytails, even if I didn't want to.
I'm good at what I do (at least I was), and my team is one of the best and greatly respected; people work hard just imagining one day they'll be a part of this great team.
Life was tasteless, and I had a lot of questions that usually went unanswered about werewolves, but as slow and empty as life felt, I couldn't complain; I worked hard to be able to kill those creatures and trained long and tirelessly. I was even a little bit proud of myself, until I wasn't, until my parents told me on my 17th birthday that we were retiring; I didn't even know such a word existed in our vocabulary.
I mean, my parents have been here long enough to retire, but why now, when I have accomplished so much when the only place left to go for me was up, and why were they making such an important decision for me? What was my worth if not killing wolves, what was my purpose for living if not for the organization? Normal school? With normal people, but I'm not normal, the color red stained my hands too much to be considered normal.
As our things were packed and as we got in the car and drove away, I was in a daze. This simply can't be true; I can't just stop being a wolf hunter again.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
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."
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.
"Love is blind!" Lucinda abandoned her beautiful and comfortable life because of a man. She married him and slaved off for him for three long years. One day, the scales finally fell off her eyes. She realized that all her efforts were in vain. Her husband, Nathaniel still treated her like shit. All he cared about was his lover. "Enough is enough! I quit wasting my years with an ungrateful man!" Lucinda's heart was shattered into many pieces, but she summoned up the courage to ask for a divorce. The news caused a stir online! A filthy rich young woman recently got divorced? She was a good catch! Countless CEOs and handsome young men immediately swarmed to her like bees to honey! Nathaniel couldn't take it anymore. He held a press conference and begged with teary eyes, "I love you, Lucinda. I can't live without you. Please come back to me." Would Lucinda give him a second chance? Read to find out!
While Sienna reached the pinnacle of her success, Julian remained the forgotten son of his family, the one who had secretly stolen her first kiss in the shadows of the night. As Sienna hit her darkest moment, Julian returned home, leaving his life behind, only to witness her tears glistening in the moonlight as she reluctantly accepted another man's proposal. When Sienna needed Julian more than ever, he had risen to a position of power and had become her most steadfast pillar of support. "Please marry me." There was no one else in the world who could love Sienna as deeply as Julian did.
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.