My sister was bullied into becoming a vegetable. The bullies' parents threw a check at me, forcing me to settle privately. "If it weren't for your sister looking like this, you'd never get a taste of such wealth!" I scoffed. Little did they know, once they messed with me, their little brat's time was up. Once I unleash the second personality within me, I will spill blood as a sacrifice, killing anyone who crosses my path, human or ghost.
My sister Krista Rogers was bullied into a vegetative state.
The parents of the bullies threw a check at me, pressuring me to settle privately.
They said, "If your sister weren't in such a miserable state, you wouldn't even have the chance to have this wealth.
I sneered.
Little did they know that by provoking me, they had unleashed a fury that would make their brats pay dearly
Once I let my darker side take over, there will be no mercy for them.
"Tatiana, please come back quickly, something's happened to Krista."
Upon receiving the call from Krista's classmate, Dora Hopkins, I rushed back home from miles away.
When the doctor uttered the word "vegetative, " despair nearly overwhelmed me.
The last time I saw Krista, she was full of life; how could she end up like this?
The teacher hesitantly stammered that Krista had accidentally fallen down the stairs.
I didn't believe it. I lifted her clothes and saw new and old bruises overlapping, not a single patch of unblemished skin.
I realized Krista had been bullied, and it was clearly not a one-time incident.
The school refused to let me check the surveillance footage, and Krista's classmates remained tight-lipped.
The principal avoided meeting me, but Dora managed to find out his home address and took me there to confront him.
I threatened to call the police, and only then did the principal arrange for the bullies' parents to meet me.
"In my opinion, " the principal said, "it's better to just let them pay some compensation. Making a big deal out of this won't do anyone any good!"
"If it were your daughter lying in the hospital, could you just let it go?"
I clenched my fists in anger.
Krista's life hung in the balance, her bright future crushed by a group of brats.
How could that happen to my little angel!
The parents were all arrogant, looking at me as if I were a pitiful beggar.
Leading them was Kathy Blake's father.
He tossed a check at me.
"It's just kids' game, and you're trying to blackmail us with this? Here's your check! Considering you're orphans, take this two hundred thousand dollars and stop making a fuss!"
Someone chimed in, "What are you waiting for? Take it and get lost! Your sister must be incredibly fragile to end up in such a state from just a little shove. Guess she finally made herself worthy."
The other one added, "Vegetative state? I bet she's just faking it with the doctor. Once she hears about the money, she'll probably jump out of bed."
They mocked us with blatant malice.
Seeing I wouldn't pick up the check from the floor, the principal stepped in to mediate, quietly urging me to take the money.
The parents hurled insults at Krista, full of annoyance.
As if Krista was the troublemaker!
Whoever said the world was full of love and sunshine clearly hadn't seen this side of it.
I wanted to throw the check back in their faces, but I had just started working and had no money to save Krista.
Compared to her life, pride was insignificant.
With trembling hands, I picked up the check from the floor, memorizing each of their faces.
They gave me a disdainful look and finally left.
In the following week, the hospital issued three critical condition notices.
That check wasn't as much as they said, far from enough!
I went to Kathy's father's company to find him, but he avoided me, only sending a message through his secretary that he had already paid his share and I should ask the other parents for money this time.
I first went to another bully, Annie Tucker's house.
Annie opened the door, and as soon as I explained my purpose, she grabbed a stick from behind the door and hit me on the head.
"Fuck off! Krista would be better off not causing trouble anymore! If you come again, I'll kill you! "
Thick liquid trickled down from my forehead. I wiped it away, revealing a glaring red, throbbing pain.
She really hit hard!
Someone called her name from inside, asking who was at the door.
She glanced at me with disdain and said, "A filthy beggar! A really disgusting one!"
With that, she slammed the door shut.
No one answered when I knocked again.
I considered calling the police, but Annie was young, and the police would at best scold her and make her apologize, which wouldn't help at all.
I went to a nearby clinic for a quick bandage and then headed to the last one of the bully, Rylan Brook's house.
This time, Dora accompanied me.
Seeing my injury, she cried with sympathy.
Rylan's parents were my only hope.
I had made up my mind, ready to kneel or even be beaten half to death, as long as they were willing to pay to save Krista, I didn't care.
As Krista's sister, I wished they would all go to hell, but I needed the money!
Rylan's parents politely invited me in.
Their mansion in the city center was lavish and absurdly large.
As soon as I mentioned needing two hundred thousand, Rylan's father turned hostile.
"Two hundred thousand dollars? Are you kidding? Why not ask for two billion? Don't think we're scared of you just because of your sister!"
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
"I stood at the edge of my heart and watched him choose her. In the end, I was not the one he needed. I was simply the one he settled for." - Noelle ~~~~~~~ I thought I was the one he loved. But a few days before our wedding, I saw him in a way I never had before. His eyes softened as he spoke to her. His first love, and the very woman who had left him in pieces. Heartbreak was something I knew too well. And as I watched the love he still held for her in his eyes, I realized what I had to do. I couldn't marry a man who wasn't truly mine. With no means to cancel the wedding and lacking the courage to confront him, I made a desperate choice to leave. I painfully gave his first love my treasured engagement ring thinking it was for the best and the only way to free myself. But when he saw that ring on her finger, the fragile world I had tried to escape began to shatter. His obsession to find me and bring me back ignited a dangerous game of cat and mouse.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
22-year-old Evelyn Carter is attempting to start over in California while avoiding her past. She will be embarking on a new career path as a private school teacher. She is smart, attractive, and doesn't put up with nonsense. Who wouldn't notice her? However, what happens when she attracts the attention of someone unwilling to let her go? Who wants her and nothing else after falling in love at first sight? A 25-year-old billionaire CEO and single father, Lucian Carrington. He takes what he wants and he is also a very dangerous man. All it needed was one look at a stunning woman to realize she was HIS, even though he doesn't believe in relationships because they always end. Preview: Miss Carter, you will be mine. I say firmly. "Release my arm, Mr. Carrington, before I force you to." She says, seeming to smile at me. I give her a sly smile. Squeezing my wrist with her other hand, she twists it uncomfortably. I gave a painful hiss. "Don't underestimate me, Mr. Carrington." "This is the only time I will allow you to walk away from me, Miss Carter." She glared at me as she turned. "Mr. Carrington, I am no possession of yours." I was left standing there when she opened the classroom door and left.