Over the past few years, Damien has put me through numerous cosmetic surgeries, big and small. At first, I was completely willing. I believed he wanted to help me escape my ex-fiancé's pursuit through these procedures. He loved me, I thought. Until I saw a photo of the woman he loved most when she was alive. Because I looked just like her.
"Do you want a well-behaved dog? Come in and have a look." After breaking up with my boyfriend while traveling in Thailand, I was attracted by an interesting sign on the roadside. I thought it was a pet shop, but it turned out to be a wildly entertaining male model bar. On the stage, they were all human-shaped Teddy bears!
For three years, I let my husband, Sonny Moretti, humiliate me. He loved to put on a show for his men. "My uncle Marco always wanted her," he'd boast, laughing. "Now she crawls at my feet like a pathetic dog." He thought I was broken. He thought he had won. What the fool never knew… I was lying in his uncle's bed, covered in the marks the man had left on my skin.
Selene is an Omega from the absorbed Whisperwind line who is secretly pregnant with Alpha Roric's child after a one-night encounter. At a pack gathering, Fenna (an Ironfang princess and Roric's political fiancée) discovers Selene is pregnant. When she confronts Roric, he dismisses Selene as "trash" and tells Fenna to "deal with it."
At my bonding ceremony, the Ceremony Crystal suddenly projected a scandalous photo of my mate, Liam, and the false heiress, Serena. Liam rushed up and grabbed my shoulders. “Elara, you have no shame!” “I agreed to bond with you, so why would you pull a stunt like this to humiliate Serena?” “I never thought you could be so malicious. The bonding ceremony is canceled!” My parents, the Alpha and Luna of the Crescent Moon Pack, also looked at me with disgust. “All you know is how to bully Serena. You’re a disgrace to this pack! We never should have brought you back!” I remembered my past life. I had found evidence proving the photo was a setup by Serena herself, and she was sent back to her parents. But while Liam agreed to hold the bonding ceremony with me, he stabbed me in the heart with a silver dagger just as he leaned in to mark me. “Do you have any idea what Serena has gone through every day since she went back?” “This is all your fault. Go to hell!” After I died, Liam immediately held a grand bonding ceremony with Serena. This time, in my new life, I didn't argue. Instead, I hid the evidence. “I did it. Let’s cancel the bonding ceremony.”
I filled a whole bottle of sleeping pills in my daughter's cup on her full moon day. My parents, who were busy preparing for the celebration a few hours ago, now have blood and flesh on their limbs and their bodies lying horizontally in the bright red pool. Yasmine is my wife who has just recovered from childbirth and had her knee removed. Her expression showed that she had suffered extreme pain before. I proactively called the police, but my emotions were surprisingly calm. And now I am sitting on the sofa, gazing at the bloodstains on the snow-white walls and the remnants of my once perfect life.
My sister and I were kidnapped by our enemies at the same time. When Edward arrived, I was barely clinging to life, having been tortured, while my sister, who had pushed me into the hands of the kidnappers, was unscathed. The kidnapper held one of us in each hand, forcing him to choose who would live. He looked at me with concern, but called out my sister's name. The bullet missed my sister and went through my left arm, hitting the kidnapper. I fell into a pool of blood, watching my husband hold my sister tightly.
My husband cheated, yet he had the audacity to claim he was doing a good deed. "Trista is your sister, and her husband is disabled and can't have children. What's the big deal if I help her have a baby? Why are you being so petty?!" I was so enraged by his absurd reasoning that I could hardly breathe. Later, I discovered they had been conspiring behind my back. I divorced him assertively and then became involved with my ex-husband's uncle, my stepsister's disabled husband. "Mr. Sharp, I'm missing a husband, and you're without a wife. Shall we get married?!"
I sacrificed my Hollywood career for Marcus, becoming his devoted wife for twelve years. "Kimberly, I messed up the address." His assistant handed me the Victoria's Secret box meant for his mistress Ivy. My son Dylan screamed at me, "Why isn't it you who's sick, you old vixen?! Ivy should be my stepmom!" I discovered Dylan was running hate accounts against me while worshipping the woman destroying our family. When I confronted them, Marcus shoved me down the stairs without hesitation. I packed my bags, left divorce papers on the table, and walked away. Six months later, I returned to Hollywood as Bella Sterling—transformed, stunning, and unstoppable. This time, the vixen would bite back.
5
"According to my calculations, you need to go through all the plots in that book and complete the task, then you can return to the original world." Listening to what the divination master from my clan said, I revealed a mysterious smile. "Understood, as long as all these things happen, right?"
As a priestess, my duties made me a few minutes late to the birth of a Beta’s pup. For that, my Alpha mate, Kaelen, used his command to pull every last healer from my own delivery room while I was in the throes of labor. "You said a little lateness was fine," he'd snarled. "Well then, they can come back and deliver the baby tomorrow!" Three days later, he strode into the medical center. The sight of a healthy wolf pup in another woman's arms seemed to finally jog his memory of my existence. "It's been three days. Where did she go with the pup? Why isn't she home yet?!" "Priestess Elara died in the delivery room that day. Postpartum hemorrhage from a difficult birth. The pup died with her." "Impossible! I left five of our best healers! I told them to go in the second she needed them. How could she have died!" The young healer standing nearby trembled as she spoke. "The day you left, your assistant, Delia, claimed her old spinal injury was acting up and pulled away every expert you had left behind." "The truth is, Delia has no spinal injury. The person who saved you from the silver-laced weapon all those years ago wasn't her. It was Priestess Elara."
Six years after my death, my wife wanted me to donate my heart for her first love. To force me to appear, she broke my father's leg, falsely accused my mother of theft, causing her to lose her livelihood. She even threatened to disfigure my sister's face, which closely resembled mine, with a bottle of acid. Just as she was waiting for me to kowtow and beg for mercy, agreeing to the surgery. The doctor who had once operated on me found her with my medical records: "Mr. Channing only had one heart, and it was donated to you six years ago."
I was once the sole heir to the Sinclair Group. A genius girl admired by everyone in the financial circle, who, at the age of twenty-four, passed Level 3 of the CFA and led my first overseas acquisition, bringing a net profit of five billion to the family. My life should have been a broad avenue paved with gold. Until I personally helped my Jayce Sterling ascend to the CEO position of his family's company, Sterling Capital. Then, with the resources and connections I gave him, he set up a flawless trap for me. Overnight, the Sinclair Group's funding chain broke, was maliciously shorted, and forced into bankruptcy liquidation. My dad had a sudden heart attack and died in the conference room while signing the bankruptcy documents. My mom couldn't bear the blow and followed him. I fell from the clouds into the mire, burdened with billions in debt. At my parents' funeral, Vivian Carter held Jayce Sterling's arm and looked down on me. "Claire, don't blame us, business is like war." I looked at them and smiled. Didn't cry, didn't make a scene, not even a curse. Because I know, tears are the most useless thing in this world. What I want is to make them pay for everything with blood and freedom. Thus, Claire Sinclair died. The one who survived was "Claire"—a gold digger with no education, no knowledge, whose eyes only see money and luxury goods. I cut my long hair, changed into cheap and revealing clothes, put on makeup that even I couldn't recognize, and appeared at the private club Jayce Sterling frequented. I needed an identity, one that would make him unwary enough to keep me by his side. A pretty, superficial, busty airhead who is absolutely loyal, a trophy wife.
After losing my first love, I became an undertaker. The most popular movie star, Yod Ellis, proposed to me after breaking up with his ex-girlfriend. After marriage, he was always cautious. Until his ex-girlfriend Cameron Langley came to me again, and they rekindled their old love. I realized that Yod Ellis had never been sincere to me. I turned around and went to the hospital to make an appointment for an abortion. But Yod was very angry. He thought I had been working in the funeral industry for a long time, so I was so cruel. Facing his questioning, I said calmly: "Yod, I don't want to have your child, never." I never told anyone that I didn't love Yod. I also didn't tell anyone that I married him because of my dead first love.
****Synopsis*** Amelia Chestnut is an eighteen year old girl who happens to see ghosts. She has always seen ghost ever since her birth but every time she told people about it, they laugh at her and call her crazy. Her parents had to lock her up every time they were going out because they didn't want their daughter embarrassing them on every outing. Her parents thought locking her up would make her stop but instead it grew worse. Her parents became scared because no one in their family ever saw ghost. They couldn't tell if it was a curse or blessing. Amelia had to deal with the problem, in school, at the supermarket and every where. Her parents had to leave that city and travel to another thinking it was the city that was the issue but to their surprise Amelia continued seeing ghosts but she was more shocked when she found out there were people like her in this new city. The question is...could there be a reason for this gift? That's if it's really a gift.
1 As the avalanche thundered down the mountain, my betrothed decided to desert me, embracing his former flame, Saoirse Epigone, as he rushed to safety. I implored him, my voice quivering with fear, to stay with me. "Saoirse is ill," he explained, almost apologetically. "She won't make it alone. You're tougher and more skilled. I'll secure her safety and return for you." Their forms disappeared into the blizzard, abandoning me to the merciless cold and my injured limb. A deafening rumble followed, and the vast whiteness engulfed everything in its wake. Me included. Seven days after I perished, Altair Armani
On my wedding day, just after discovering I was pregnant, I received news of my fiancé Lorenzo De Luca's death in a yacht explosion. I cried until my eyes were swollen shut, but I still clutched his family signet ring and insisted on completing the wedding ceremony alone. The next day, Lorenzo's surviving twin brother, "Matteo De Luca," stormed the estate with Carina Gallo to cancel the engagement on his brother's behalf. "Before he died, my brother said Carina was his one true love. He won't rest in peace unless she is welcomed into the De Luca family!" While I was at my most vulnerable, "Matteo" shamelessly brought Carina into my bridal suite, and they took over the master bedroom. Their lewd moans echoed from the bedroom, spilling into the hallway. On the very first day of my marriage, I was humiliated by my husband's twin brother and became the laughingstock of the entire family. Later, I accidentally overheard their conversation. "Lorenzo, you lied to Eliana and told her you were dead. What if she finds out?" "She's such a fool, still completely convinced I'm 'dead.' Once she gives birth, we'll kick her out of the De Luca family." It wasn't until then that I realized it wasn't Lorenzo who had died in the yacht explosion at all—it was his twin brother. Later, I had an abortion and left him for good. But it drove him to madness, leaving him kneeling and begging for my forgiveness.
Two months after mating with Alpha Aaron, he kissed me goodbye, along with our unborn child and left to deal with the rogue crisis at the border. After he left, l became the mistress of the vast estate. I managed the pack's affairs while caring for his mother, who lay paralyzed in bed, day in and day out. For five years, l waited, longing for his return. But what I got instead was the devastating news of is death in battle. The Beta who brought back the news was named liam, He had a long beard and dark skin. Yet his eyes and brows bore an uncanny resemblance to my Alpha Aaron. i often found myself staring at him, lost in thought. Until that day, when l delivered medicine to my mother-in-law and overheard a hushed conversation outside the door. "Evelyn has waited for you all these years, and you’re severed the mate bond, pretending to be a Beta avoiding her while pairing up with other women.Don't you think that's a bit unfair to her?" After a moment of silence, the man finally spoke slowly. “Serena's mate was my best friend, and he died protecting me on the battlefield, l can't just abandon his wife and child." "l promise, once Serena's child tarns ten, lll reclaim my Alpha status and reunite with Evelyn!” in an instant, my world shattered.
Lily, a twin, substitutes for her runaway sister Emma in a bond with Ethan, enduring four years of his coldness and Emma’s framing. She’s mistreated—locked in basements, thrown into freezing water—while Ethan favors Emma. Finally, Lily leaves, starting a peaceful life in Averson Pac. Ethan, discovering the truth about the substitution and Emma’s cruelty, searches frantically for Lily, only to find her bonded to Noah. Regretful and heartbroken, he realizes he’s lost her forever, while Lily embraces her new life, free from the past.