Novels by Sakakibara9300

"Are you seriously not happy?" Levi asked me for what had to be the millionth fucking time. His voice had that strained mix of frustration and disbelief, like he couldn't possibly understand why I wasn't throwing confetti after the disaster he'd dragged me into. Happy? What the hell was there to be happy about? He'd invited chaos into our lives for the sake of some self-important performance. I wasn't sure who the audience was supposed to be—me? His ego? The gods? "My mom likes to take advantage of people," I snapped, rolling my eyes. "Congratulations on becoming a leech attraction. I really thought you wouldn't fall for it." His face fell a little, which almost made me feel bad—almost. "Has no one seriously ever taken advantage of you? Fucking idiot. If you run into this kind of thing again, ignore it. Money doesn't grow on trees." He kept proving himself more stupid and immature by the day. And those mood swings? Dangerous. Unpredictable. I was starting to suspect he was emotio

I disfigured someone. Not just anyone—but him. The omega I swore I'd leave alone, the one I promised I'd stay out of the way of. And now look. I didn't even mean to do it, but I did. He didn't deserve it. He didn't even do anything to me. So there was absolutely no justification. Not one I could spin or reason my way through. And worst of all, I couldn't refute a single accusation my aunt threw out. Not after this. She makes those creams. Sells them. Everyone swears by them—hell, I've watched people beg her for more. They've never had issues before. So why was this jar the one that was fucked up? I kept seeing his face in my mind—red and swollen where I'd rubbed it in with my own hands. Even after he'd said he didn't want the stuff, I went ahead and smeared it across his skin like some kind of joke. I broke our original deal. I broke it. And then, to make things worse, I gave my aunt my credit card—so sure I was right. Confident. Smug. I actually tried to buy my way out of acc

When I finished washing my face, the first thing I saw was that stupid fucking jar of face cream sitting on the table like it had a purpose in my life. I picked it up, glaring at it, trying to decide whether chucking it into the trash or smearing it across a mirror would be more satisfying. I didn't trust Rebecca—or anything that came from her perfectly manicured claws. I was just about to find a way to discreetly get rid of it when that woman from this morning strolled in like she owned the place. The one who had started a fight at the table like we were living in some trashy drama series. Her smug expression made my skin crawl. "Oh, Conan," she purred. "I saw that Levi was just with Rebecca. Are you going to go look for them?" What? Who even was she? And why was she still breathing the same air as me? "No," I said flatly. "Oh?" She raised a brow like she was the lead actress in some daytime soap. "It's not me who's talking, it's everyone else. You're the one who's mated to my

"It's nothing at all. I'm not taking it personally," Conan said, voice even, like it truly didn't faze him. And maybe that was what bothered me. Why wasn't he jealous? Was he not pissed off that his own mating ceremony was ruined? Was he really serious when he said he didn't want this? "His mom said he cares about everyone so I'm not surprised. He should be helping the pack where he can, right?" Rebecca pouted beside me, clearly expecting a different kind of reaction. Honestly? So was I. I didn't think he'd sound so... genuine. Before I could respond, she took a step toward the bike—and immediately tumbled to the ground with a yelp. "Ouch! Ah, Levi, I think I sprained my ankle. It hurts." From the corner of my eye, I caught Conan rolling his eyes. How dare he? "Don't worry, I'll take you to a doctor right away," I said, already crouching down to help her up. But the second I reached out, something in me screamed don't. Every nerve in my body froze, and I hesitated. Everyone was

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I was late to breakfast. The thick smell of eggs, meat, and some kind of expensive herbal tea hit my nose the second I reached the dining room doors. As I stepped in, I saw Levi's mom and dad seated at a long polished mahogany table, already halfway through their meal. Another lady, someone I didn't recognize, sat with them, completely engrossed in her plate like she lived here. Perfect. "Sorry I'm late. Good morning," I said quickly, keeping my voice neutral. Surely they'd let it slide—it was my first day here, and it wasn't like anyone gave me a clock or a servant to wake me up. Levi's mom chuckled, "It's lunchtime." Shit. Double the punishment. Still, to my surprise, she patted the seat next to her and gestured for me to sit. Food was placed in front of me—a full plate, just for me. Not scraps. Not leftovers. My own meal. I was... starting to get used to it. "Where's Levi?" Frank asked, casually stabbing into his eggs. Great. Just what I wanted. "He's s

I messed up.I messed up so fucking bad.If anyone finds out that I imprinted on that omega the second I saw him, I'll be the joke of every pack across the damn country. And it wasn't just a light imprint, either. It hit me like a goddamn freight train—just one look and my instincts were clawing at me. But that's not supposed to happen. Not with him.Look at today—look at this whole damn mating ceremony. He was supposed to be the center of attention, but he stood there, alone, like a goddamn ghost. Didn't speak. Didn't smile. Didn't even blink half the time. The room moved around him like he didn't exist.And I didn't speak up. I could've said something. I didn't.Why would I? All he wants is the title. He's probably already planning to pull some omega trick and get pregnant so I'm stuck for life.That's how these things go, right?His family—fuck, his family couldn't wait to throw him under the bus. Everyone had something to say. All day, people came up to me like I was a martyr for

Dating Damien hadn't exactly been easy. At first, Jared went full petty sabotage mode—planting fake pictures in my bag, giving Damien's number out to random strangers, doing anything he could to wedge something between us. But after about two weeks, he got bored, or maybe just tired of seeing it wasn't working, and backed off. Now he was too busy working with his mom at HUG and trying to keep Cormac from laundering too much money through McIntyre. Thankfully, we'd reached a point where we could all hang out again without drama... well, except for Jared and Damien's usual bitch-fest back and forth. Meanwhile, Jason had flown back to Italy with his dad after a tearful goodbye with my mom. He was finally starting the whole "heir to Ferrari" thing now that his dad had apparently given up on chasing women. After he left, I made a quiet visit to his mother's memorial. I apologized to her for everything and promised I'd never let Jason get hurt again. It was all I could offer. On the bus

I looked around the bright space, blinking through the haze of gold and white. The floor didn't feel real beneath my feet—it was too soft, too quiet. The kind of silence that wraps around you like cotton, comforting and terrifying all at once. "What the hell is this?" I muttered, spinning as the door behind me clicked shut. "So you're back," a woman's voice echoed across the space. I turned, and there she stood—a figure that looked more divine than human. Her presence glowed with a radiant gold that shimmered like sunlight caught in glass. Her hair flowed like liquid fire, and her eyes were endless, filled with stars. No wings, no halo—yet she was the most godlike thing I had ever seen. "Looks like you've accomplished your goal of getting revenge on Elijah Roth," she said, her voice calm and echoing like it came from inside my own head. "How was it? Are you satisfied?" I exhaled slowly. "Yeah... thanks to you, System." But even as I said it, the words felt hollow. Like I'd said t

The fire started spreading faster than I expected. The gasoline-soaked couch lit up with a fury, the flames crackling and leaping like they'd been starved too long and finally given their feast. Eli's face twisted when he realized what I'd done—pure disbelief smeared with rage. "Until the end..." he muttered, eyes flaring. "Fuck, alright. Let's end this fucked-up relationship. You prepared so much, I'm fucking cornered." "Shut the fuck up," I said, raising my fists again. The room was already growing hot, but we ignored the fire swallowing everything around us. We clashed like animals, swinging, grappling, gasping—two beasts caged in a burning tomb. His body slammed into mine and we hit the ground hard. Eli climbed on top, hands around my neck, squeezing with everything he had. I choked, vision dimming at the edges—but my hand found the broomstick nearby. I grabbed it and broke it clean across his head. Before he could reel back, I jabbed a jagged end right into his open eye. "Fu

{TW: violence} Eli jumped to his feet, his face twisted with desperation and rage as he lunged forward again. "FUCK!!! YOU'RE DOING ALL THIS BECAUSE OF ONE LITTLE BOUNTY ON YOUR HEAD?! JUST BECAUSE I CALLED YOU A FAG?!!!" He swung wildly, fists flying in every direction. He was panicking. Even still, one of his punches landed hard on my cheek. "FINE THEN!!! I APOLOGIZE!!! JUST LET THIS SHIT GO NOW!" Eli snapped. I kicked his knee, making him stumble. "I'M BEING FUCKING SINCERE!!!" he yelled, breathless, spit flying from his mouth as the fight devolved into something brutal and ugly. Then, with a sharp upper swing, I felt something slice from my cheek to my forehead—blood immediately clouded one of my eyes. I staggered back, vision blurry. Another blow slammed into my face. Then another. My ribs caught a few good hits before I dropped to a knee, trying to gather myself, focus. "What's wrong, Jack?" Eli sneered, looming over me. "After all that effort you put into living like a

{TW: Violence} The entire passenger side of the car was crushed, and all the airbags on my side had deployed. It felt like I had been tossed violently against something soft yet hard at the same time. I let out the breath I'd been holding and kicked my door open, staggering out of the wreckage. A few gags followed, but fortunately, I hadn't eaten anything all day, so nothing came up. Holy shit, I almost killed myself! I made a mental note—never again. I wasn't cut out for driving in situations like this. I glanced into the backseat. Eli was knocked out cold, blood dripping from his forehead where he'd slammed into the window. Too bad for him, he was still breathing. I wasn't done with him yet. I pried open the passenger door and dragged him out by the back of his shirt, pulling him into the forest. The eerie darkness around me gave me the jitters, but I ignored it. I had bigger things to focus on right now. "Stupid asshole," I muttered, dragging him further. "I fucking got you. F

A week had passed, and no one had found Declan's body. Things were moving fast, and without speaking to my dad first, I took the initiative and bought everything related to McIntyre Corporations. It was a massive undertaking. We had to fire the entire board and replace them with our own people. The financial webs were deep, tracing money from offshore accounts, and the intel I'd gathered? It was a goldmine of blackmail material, exposing nearly every business owner, politician, and high-ranking official in the city. My dad didn't hesitate for a second. He immediately used this treasure trove to his advantage. He worked quickly, killing the news of Declan Sr.'s disappearance so that no one outside our circle would know what happened. My mom, of course, was confused. The official story was that Declan had fled to avoid the scandal, but I later realized something: My dad hadn't lied to her—he just didn't want to ruin her newfound peace. She had taken a liking to Jason, and Dad didn't wa