The most cherished daughter of the Farleys was reduced to a human vessel! Best friend set her up. Boyfriend raped her. Mother died, spiritual power robbed.... She died with her eyes open! Fortunately, she's born. But, wait! Why was she in a blood a coffin and why was she reborn into a fool? Most importantly, who was this drop-dead gorgeous zombie on her? Holy shit.... This zombie's alive? She was furious! How dare this zombie hit on her? A fool? A loser? All the bullying, humiliation, taking her identity. This life, she's gonna make everyone pay for what they did!
Celestial Continent!
It hurt!
Dozy, Jasmine Farley opened her eyes. She was in piercing pain, as if her whole body had been crushed. She even felt like her heart was about to stop beating.
She stared blankly at the ceiling of the bamboo tent, a little dumbfounded at the familiar surroundings. She remembered herself having her coming-of-age ceremony in the Farley Clan. How come did she wound up at the Beast Mountain?
She then remembered with a befuddled mind that during the ceremony, a group of killers from the Nether had broken in. In an emergency, she had taken a fatal sword strike for her best friend, Laney Farley. And her life had been at stake!
"Jasmine, you're awake?"
A bright voice reached her ears. The next second, Jasmine was pressed hard down by Parker, who then planted a series of kisses on her neck.
She found something cold had slipped into her mouth before noting the fragrance of the medicinal pill. She blanked as her lips were covered by his.
When she realized what was in her mouth, she was so shocked that she broke out in a cold sweat!
The man was Parker Dulles, the only man Jasmine wished to marry. Jasmine and Parker being both lovers and confidants were the envy of countless young men and women!
"No.... Don't...."
Jasmine tried to sit up but was surprised to realize that she was unable to move at all. A pang of fear attacked her. What had happened?
"Parker, let go of me...!"
Her voice was shaking, and her eyes flickered with terror. Tears trickled down her cheeks.
She should have been engaged to Parker after the ceremony, so why was he doing this now?
Her luxurious brocade clothes were stripped off one by one until her fair skin was exposed. Humiliation was all she could feel. Why would he take her virginity?
The gentle and loving Parker was gone, replaced by this strange, terrifying man.
"Don't...!"
Her body was pierced through. Jasmine's despaired voice echoed across the sky!
Finally she passed out from great pain...
Jasmine had never expected such a dishonor would happen to her. Never had she known that she would become someone else's Vessel one day!
What a joke...
Jasmine was awakened by icy water. She opened her eyes feebly and felt her spiritual power draining rapidly.
Her dantian had been sucked dry. She felt as if a knife had been twisted there.
Her cultivation base had all gone. From the moment she swallowed that pill, she had thought of the result...
Even though all her cultivation base vanished, she could still slowly cultivate herself, and she could move on!
But now, with her dantian ruined, she was no different from a cripple!
That bastard Parker had treated her as a Vessel for cultivation, stripped all of her power, and even crushed her dantian!
Jasmine was in infinite sorrow and despair!
Was there hate in her mind?
There was.
But should she hate herself for being a fool or hate him for being ruthless?
And now the culprit was nowhere to be seen.
Jasmine looked at the woman in front of her with surprise. 'Laney? Didn't she get hurt? Why is she here?'
She endured the sharp pain and tightly clutched the quilt with her slender fingers, covering her naked body like she was hiding all the humiliation!
She didn't want Laney to see her in such a sorry state, but out of her expectation, Laney's words followed were like thunder burst in her ears!
Laney clicked her tongue. "Jasmine, it doesn't feel good to be a cripple, does it?"
Looking at Jasmine being like this, Laney was exhilarated!
She bent down and approached Jasmine with a dazzling grin on her face. She lowered her voice and slowly said, "All of this is a gift for your birthday... Do you like it? How does it feel to be a Vessel?"
Vessel?
Jasmine was shocked, as if she had been struck by lightning and her soul had been sucked away. So....
"...."
Jasmine let out bitter laughter. Enraged, she was about to jump out of the bed, only to find her body so weak and sore that she fell heavily on the bed. But the physical pain was far less than the anguish she was suffering!
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
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?
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."
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
"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."