"As my client, you need to be well-rounded because you are such a mess" "I prefer being sharp-edged and I'm not a hot mess, I'm a spicy disaster." ___ Ruelle Kye is a crazy psychopath who doesn't even know she is dangerous. She has a sweet innocent aura that would make you mistake NYC's greatest serial killer for a young college heartthrob. O.P. Kayson is the heir to a billionaire family but he is on a self-discovery journey and he decided to hold off the thought of being CEO for a year and follow his dream of being a psychiatrist. Kayson has dealt with several crazy clients but when Ruelle came calling at his office as his next patient, he is left tiptoeing carefully around the maniac who has the delicate looks of an angel and whose mind worked like the machination of the devil. Ruelle keeps Kayson anxious, curious, and wanting more. Kayson leaves Ruelle battling with a silly crush for him whilst trying to be a better person. The thought of what Kayson's blood might taste like haunts Ruelle's devious mind but she also wants him very much alive. There is an attraction between them even though they are polar opposites. Ruelle is torn between hacking Kayson's heart with an axe or nurturing her heart that keeps skipping a beat anytime she comes across him.
Ruelle Kye brushed the tip of a fireman axe with her fingers as she looked at the man before her shiver in fear. Ruelle let out a laugh that rang through the entire house, her wish was finally coming true, and she just couldn't wait any longer to taste the sickening blood that ran in this man's veins.
"Ruelle, please, we can talk about..."
"Talk?" She let out yet another laugh that could send shivers into anyone's veins before she got down on one knee with a frown. "... When I asked to talk, what did you tell me?" She questioned, but there was no response, and she slapped him across the face. "... What did you tell me?" She questioned again with traces of anger in her voice.
"I... I said I didn't have time."
"Good! Well unfortunately I don't have that time either" she swung the axe and smashed the head of the man who birthed her. "... Bye bye daddy, yum! Your blood does taste good, but unfortunately, you aren't here to taste it for yourself." She dropped the axe and walked downstairs with tears rolling down her cheeks.
She looked at the family portrait that was hanged on the wall by her mother last week, and she let out a scream while howling in tears, minutes later the front door flew open and her mother walked in with a happy smile but soon enough it was replaced with a frown upon seeing her daughter crying on the door with bloody hands.
"Ruelle?" Her mother called her, and she immediately raised her head up to look at her. "... Ruelle what happened? Why are you so..." Trisha trailed off as Ruelle jumped on her.
She ignored the stench of blood that she perceived from her and comforted her. Something happened, she knew that too well, but the fact that she couldn't see her husband anywhere scared her more.
"Ruelle, you need to tell mummy what happened, ok?" Ruelle pulled away before wiping the tears in her eyes.
"I got home earlier from college today and I saw..." She trailed off as she coughed out. "... I... I saw daddy covered in blood, he is dead mum, he is gone." she cried and Trisha was sent into a state of shock.
Trisha stood up from the floor, not believing what her daughter was saying, it just couldn't be happening. She immediately ran upstairs, and the pool of blood that covered the entire area made her heart beat increase.
She looked up ahead and saw the body of the man she loved with an axe on it. Trisha took a few steps back and bumped into her daughter, causing her to scream at the top of her lungs, but Ruelle held her mother still for she knew the pain she felt was nothing compared to hers.
"Mum, come please." She urged her mother and they both walked downstairs.
Completely ignoring the fact that the couch was covered in a white soft fabric Ruelle made her mother sit which caused an amount of red stain on the couch, Ruelle gave her mother a glass of water to reduce the possibility of her getting a heart attack.
"Calm down mum please, don't... Don't worry I'll call the police, and they will do something ok? Sit... Sit down here, please." Ruelle wiped the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes as she reached for her phone on the dining table.
She was confused and worried about the fact that her siblings were coming back very soon, and they just couldn't see this, but what exactly could she do in this situation.
"Hello... Hello 911?" She questioned in panic, for she wasn't really hearing anything from the other side of the phone. "... Hello?"
"Sorry about that, how many we..."
"My father just died, there's an axe on his head and my mother is close to having a panic attack!"
"Where do you live? And what's your name?"
"Kye's Residence, Fifth Avenue, My name is Ruelle."
"Calm down, Ruelle, we are coming, but keep trying to calm your mother down..." Ruelle hung up, not wanting to hear anything that the woman had to say anymore.
She looked at her mother sitting down on the couch, rocking back and forth, and wondered what her blood would taste like. Tilting her head left and right she picked a cable that laid on the table and walked towards her mother, but the sound of the siren outside the house caught her attention and she dropped the cable.
The door immediately flew open and the cops alongside a few nurses walked in, which made her take a step backwards in fear.
"We hurt you." They tried assuring her as they took her mother who had passed out to the ambulance and her father's dead body while the police began looking around for the slightest evidence they could get.
Ruelle grabbed the hands of the police officer in front of her, and she was taken to a different car from her parents. Though her eyes were puffy as hell, they held no emotion which made the officer confused, for any child will be ranting about how much they wanted to go to their parents, but Ruelle seemed like she was taken away from reality.
"Ruelle?" She turned to look at the officer with a sicken smile on her face.
"Yes?" The officer looked at her trembling hands, but she slapped her hands away. "... Your hands are filthy, don't touch me." The officer was confused as to how extremely calm she was in the situation.
"Is she ok?" Officer Tony asked from behind the wheels as he took a turn towards the hospital that her parents were being taken to.
"I can't tell if she's in a state of..."
"What does blood taste like?" Ruelle asked while reaching for something in her boot.
"I think she's... She's the killer." the officer said in panic as she saw Ruelle pull a pair of shears out.
"I am not a killer..." She said with her voice filled with innocence and her eyes a bit teary. "... I just wanted to know what daddy's blood was like, I'll love to taste yours."
"You are everything I despise in a woman, Angela would never have done that." "Oh! Wow, now you are comparing me to your mistress who wrecked our marriage in the first place? Why don't you move out and marry her or better still, drop dead by the roadside." ___ Those were two harsh wordings from a couple that swore to love and to hold each other till death did them apart in the face of God but to the neighbors, it wasn't new. It was a fed up couple having their one of many too much fights every evening. Tim never had the interest to check Jennie out since he had fallen out of love a long time ago so no matter whatever efforts she puts in, he would never find his wife attractive. When he laid beside her at night, his body longed for his younger looking mistress' touch, Angela Jones. Jennie paulson always felt her feminine core itch for the latest man she just met who paid her the attention she craved and respected her as a woman, Mark Spencer. She always longed for another fiery passionate love making while she slowly touched herself while backing a rather awfully quiet Tim on the matrimonial bed. The two suffer in silence. They couldn't attempt a divorce when the original reason they were betrothed by their families was for a marriage of convenience while they hoped to grow on each other but alas! The reverse is the case, they hate each other's guts and always crave their partners. Jennie felt it was no big deal lying to her partner, Mark who is a homicidal detective about her marital status. She is insecure and she believes she would lose Mark if he found out she was married. It was meant to be kept a secret but imagine the look on her face when one day, the NYPD knocked at her door to inform her that Tim was found dead by the roadside bush and Mark was the assigned detective for the case. Now Jennie is torn between facing her lover with shame covered eyes or exonerating herself from Tim's murder case. She might have blurted out that she wanted him dead and when which seemed like a motive and a detailed fact that can't be mistaken as a coincidence especially since she now has several neighbors testifying as witness but she never wanted Tim dead, maybe she just wanted him to suffer but not drop dead and have him pinned on her.
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
Loraine was a dutiful wife to Marco since they got married three years ago. However, he treated her like trash. Nothing she did softened his heart. One day, Loraine got fed up with it all. She asked him for a divorce and left him to enjoy with his mistress. The elites looked at her like she was deranged. "Are you out of your mind? Why are you so willing to divorce him?" "It's because I need to return home to get a billion-dollar fortune. Besides, I don't love him anymore," Loraine replied with a smile. They all laughed at her. Some believed that the divorce affected her mentally. It wasn't until the next day that they realized she wasn't fibbing. A woman was suddenly declared the world's youngest female billionaire. It turned out to be Loraine! Marco was shocked to the bone. When he met his ex-wife again, she was a changed person. A group of handsome young men surrounded her. She was smiling at them all. The sight made Marco's heart ache severely. Putting his pride aside, he tried to win her back. "Hello, love. I see that you are a billionaire now. You shouldn't be with suckers who just want your money. How about you come back to me? I'm a billionaire too. Together, we can build a strong empire. What do you say?" Loraine squinted at her ex-husband with her lips curled in disgust.
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
"Who is she?" I asked, feeling tears well up in my eyes. "He met her at the Alpha training camp," he said. "She is a perfect suitor for him. It snowed last night, indicating that his wolf is happy with his choice." My heart sank, and tears made their way down my cheeks. Alexander took my innocence last night, and now he is taking that thing in his office as his Luna. **** Emily never shifted on her 18th birthday and became the laughingstock of the pack. When her old crush, Alexander Black, returns from Alpha Training, she never expected him to be her mate. After a night of passionate love, Emily finds out that young Alpha Alexander has taken a chosen mate. Heartbroken and humiliated, Emily runs off and disappears from the pack. Now, five years later, Emily is a high-ranking warrior in King Alpha's army, specializing in sensitive matters. When her best friend invites her to a night of music and laughter, she never expects to run into her mate, Alexander. Will Alexander figure out it is Emily? Will he chase after her, and most of all, will Emily be able to keep her secrets safe?
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.