"Where am I?" She whispered desperately " If I am reborn...I won't have mercy on those evil scums" Then a flash of bright light......
A battered girl lay huddled in the corner of a dark room, blood trickling down her face. Her body was a patchwork of stitches, a grim testament to the violence she had endured. Gasping for air, she wheezed, each breath a struggle. Despair washed over her; all she could do was pray for the sweet release of death.
The door creaked open, admitting a figure bathed in the cold light from the hallway. This newcomer was a stark contrast to the girl's ravaged state, dressed in the finest silks and exuding an air of arrogant disdain. Accompanying her was a young man, his features mirroring her own disdainful expression.
The battered girl shivered, but it wasn't from the cold. A simmering rage, a volcano threatening to erupt within her, caused her body to tremble. She couldn't speak, her tongue having been brutally silenced.
"Oh darling, look who's shivering from the cold," Alice purred, her voice dripping with cruel amusement.
Anthony, the man by her side, sneered, "Perhaps we should pour some ice on her. Watching her suffer would be truly delightful." They both erupted in laughter, their mirth a chilling counterpoint to the girl's silent agony.
The battered girl was Kaia Draxler. Alice, her supposed best friend, and the ironically named Anthony, her so-called boyfriend, had orchestrated her slow, agonizing descent into this living hell.
Kaia had known them since college. They had claimed to be cousins, their overly affectionate displays masking the insidious nature of their true intentions. Tragedy had struck during her college years, her parents passing away unexpectedly and leaving her to inherit the family company. Feeling overwhelmed and alone, she had turned to Alice and Anthony for support. They had convinced her of their loyalty, promising to be invaluable assets to the company.
Their promises, however, were a venomous lie. They had betrayed her trust, their supposed friendship a carefully constructed facade to conceal their illicit affair.
Alice and Anthony brazenly flaunted their relationship within the company, their bullying tactics driving many employees to resign. Kaia, blinded by her naive trust, remained oblivious to their machinations, a pawn in their cruel game.
Their betrayal reached its zenith when they tricked her into signing a document, her blind trust preventing her from reading it. The document, a legal trap, transferred ownership of both the company and her very life into their hands.
The realization of her tragic fate shattered her heart. Betrayal, despair, and a profound sense of loss consumed her. These evil scums, masquerading as friends, had turned her into a commodity, a source of profit. Her blood, a rare panda type, was highly sought after by the black market. They sold her blood, her organs, all while cynically covering their monstrous acts with the guise of charity.
Now, they had come for her heart, the final piece of her they could exploit. Hatred, a venomous torrent, surged through her. She yearned to strangle them, to inflict upon them the same suffering they had inflicted upon her. If looks could kill, they would have been long dead. But she was trapped, a caged bird struggling against an invisible force.
As Alice and Anthony continued their cruel amusement, a doctor entered the room. "Madam, everything is prepared," he announced.
"Excellent," Alice declared with a haughty nod. "Proceed with the surgery. Our client awaits."
Kaia was dragged from the room, her body limp as a rag doll. The operating room was a sterile, cold chamber, the air thick with the metallic scent of antiseptic. Anesthesia washed over her, plunging her into a swirling abyss of unconsciousness.
In the depths of her subconscious, Kaia raged. Desperation fueled her silent screams, but they were lost in the void of unconsciousness, echoes of a dying spirit. Soon, the icy grip of death descended, and her heart, the last vestige of her life, was ripped from her chest.
In the afterlife, Kaia wept, her spirit hovering above her lifeless body. The injustice of it all, the cruelty of her fate, consumed her. "If I had a chance at life again," she lamented, "I would never forgive those scums of the earth. If any deity is listening, please grant my request."
She watched as the doctor carefully sealed her heart in a preservative container, a macabre trophy for his wealthy and depraved clients. Alice and Anthony, oblivious to her suffering, giggled with glee, celebrating their success.
Kaia, a mere ghost now, could only watch, her spirit a captive in this desolate realm. She followed the nurses as they wheeled her body away to the morgue, her silent weeping echoing through the sterile corridors.
Why, she wondered, was she still tethered to this world, a ghost haunting the very place where her life had been extinguished?
As her body lay in the morgue, a figure entered, his presence commanding attention. A man in a finely tailored suit, flanked by a team of security personnel, approached the gurney. He had just returned from abroad, the news of Kaia's death hitting him like a physical blow.
He gently lifted her lifeless form into his arms, tears welling up in his eyes. Kaia, her spirit hovering nearby, was perplexed. She had no recollection of this man.
"Oh, Kaia," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, "I am so sorry for being late. I should have come sooner."
Kaia, still reeling from the shock of seeing this unknown man, was startled by the sound of his voice. "Caspian?" she gasped, her ghostly form trembling. "Axel Caspian? How does he know who I am?" Axel Caspian, the most eligible bachelor in the country, a symbol of success and wealth.
As she uttered his name,a jolt, a searing pain, unlike any she bad ever experienced, pierced through her,
Then, Darkness...
The Blood Legacy: A young woman inherits a vast fortune from her estranged father, only to discover that she is also heir to a vampire bloodline. Thrust into a world of ancient clans and supernatural powers, she finds herself under the protection of a powerful vampire lord, a billionaire with a troubled past and a burning desire for her.
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.
Five years ago, he upped and left his wife without informing her. He had always felt unworthy. As a result, he decided to go and become a better man. It took him five whole years of daily hard work. When he was satisfied, he returned as a powerful and honorable man. He intended to start a family with his wife. But he got back to meet the greatest shocker of his life. He actually had a daughter!
Leanna's life had been full of hardships until her Uncle Nate, who wasn't related to her, offered her a home. She fell deeply in love with Nate, but as he was about to get married, he ruthlessly sent her abroad. In response, Leanna immersed herself in the study of andrology. When she came back, she was renowned for her work on solving problems like impotence, premature ejaculation, and infertility. One day, Nate trapped her in her bedroom. "Seeing various men every day, huh? Why don't you check me out and see if I have any problems?" Leanna laughed slyly and quickly unbuckled his belt. "Is that why you're engaged but not married? Having trouble in the bedroom?" "Wanna try it out for yourself?" "No thanks. I’m not interested in experimenting with you."
"The entire wealthy circle in Seattle knew how much Stella Carlson loved Aaron Malone. People watched the childhood sweethearts grow from inexperience to maturity, finally getting married in a grand wedding ceremony. On the day of the wedding, despite the alliance between the Carlson and Malone families, the groom ran away. Stella knew that Aaron had rushed to L.A. to take care of his ex-girlfriend, who had attempted suicide. Unwilling to become the laughingstock of all Seattle, she gritted her teeth and dialed the number of her adversary, her tone almost commanding, "Ethan, come and marry me now. This is your only chance for revenge." On the other end, Ethan Powers raised an eyebrow as he gripped his phone, staring at the floor littered with cigarette butts. "Did the groom run away?" he asked. "My darling."
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?