How Powerful Is The Ope Ope Fruit Ability?

They met at a vacation and from there, they fell in love. Their bond was short as fate separated them. But now, they are reunited, not as lovers like before but family. Their love still exists and lust exists in their hearts as well. They wish to have a taste of the forbidden fruit but they are unaware of the doom that lies in wait.

Vexyiana, a 19-year old lady who was kept in the dark by her mother, afraid from judgements, hate—Because of her ability that she cannot control. An ability that can reduce your sanity. An ability that can kill you in a second. A powerful ability that came from her ancestor. Her ancestor that is herself. Her ancestor that was reincarnated. She would enter an Academy where she’ll meet new people. Folks who’ll help her shape her ability. The Academy where she’ll find friends, new relationship, trust, and faith. The Academy where she got to experience a love triangle-- Where she got to experience another betrayal. After her parents were abducted by the ‘FLAXED’, her grandparents took her in. Nourishing her with love and care she deserved. She had lived on a nightmare ever since she was little. She watched her parents being attacked, and taken away from her. But thankfully, she was guided by her grandparents. ‘SHE WAS UNEXPECTEDLY GIVEN A CHANCE TO BE ALIVE AGAIN AND SEEK FOR REVENGE FOR THOSE WHO HAVE HARMED HER. All medias used for the book cover have full credits from their respective owners. (ON HIATUS)

I was only eleven when my life changed. My parents were gone, and my innocence was taken away. I grew up in a world where danger wore a suit and love felt like power. I learned to guard myself. But nothing prepared me for him, Lorenzo Vitalio. He is my guardian’s stepbrother. He watched me grow up. He is the man I shouldn’t want. Yet he is the only one I do. He’s 32, and I’m 20. The age difference is wrong. The feelings? Right—so painfully right that it hurts. I’ve loved him for as long as I’ve known what love is. But to him, I was just the girl he had to protect, not the woman he could claim. So I did what any heartbroken girl would do—I pushed him away. I made him notice me. I broke rules, crossed boundaries, and opened up the cracks in both of us. Just when I thought I’d finally lost him, he came back. Now the question is, can love survive the burden of secrets, danger, and years of denial? Or am I doomed to suffer for a man who knows how to protect but not how to love? This is the story of Evelyn Rose and Lorenzo Vitalio. A love too forbidden to begin. Too deep to end. And far too reckless to ignore.

When I was seven, my father brought home a beautiful lady who gave me a mango. That day, my mother watched me happily eating the mango while she signed her name on the divorce papers. After that, she jumped off the roof of our building. From then on, mangoes became the nightmare of my life. So on my wedding day, I told my husband, Alan Holt, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." Alan pulled me into his arms, quiet. From then on, mangoes became off-limits for him, too. On Christmas Eve of our fifth year of marriage, Alan's childhood sweetheart, Larissa Fennimore, left a mango on his desk at the office. The very same day, Alan announced he was cutting ties with Larissa and fired her from the company. That day, I truly believed he was the man I was meant to be with. Half a year later, I flew back from overseas, having just closed a partnership deal worth about 200 million dollars. At the celebration dinner, Alan handed me a drink. After I had finished half the glass, his so-called childhood sweetheart, the woman who had been kicked out of the company, stood behind me with a big grin and asked, "Does the mango juice taste good?" I stared at Alan in disbelief, and he was trying hard not to laugh. "Don't be mad. Larissa insisted I played a little joke on you. I didn't actually give you a mango; I just gave you a bottle of mango juice. But I think she's right. The fact that you don't eat mangoes is a real problem. You were really enjoying that juice just now." My face went cold. I lifted my hand and threw the rest of the mango juice in his face, then turned around and walked away. Some things are never a joke. I wouldn't kid around with mangoes or divorce.

I grew up without parents and belongs to the line of omegas. I got used to serving my Alpha and bowing before him in homage. I also experienced being hurt by my aunt; slapping me in the face, pulling my hair while yelling the word worthless slut and being sold by her to the other pack where a cruel Alpha was in charge. That's why, I'm used to living in the lowest rank and enjoying the tragic life, but I didn't expect to be among the wolves working in Alpha's company. That's kinda odds for me but on the day of my 21st birthday, my tiring life suddenly changed, I was recieved a moonlight calls and became a powerful white wolf. According to the Alpha, I seem to come from an unscented bloodline and I am not the daughter of a rouge just like they used to know me. The power I possess is a mystery to the whole pack. Suddenly, I don't know who I really am, but apart from the questions in my mind, I discovered something which I never imagined; I am the Alpha's mate that he waited for a hundreds of years.

This book is about a girl who was always picked on because she was different than others only to find out she was a royal then she uncovered more and more secrets about her life and past. With the more she finds out about her werewolf side the more family she gets.