Is The Stolen Girls Based On A True Story?

Tyler Zimmerman had only 36 hours left to get married. Otherwise, his father’s business empire will be reduced to nothing by his step mother. However, his father added a stipulation in his will that he can marry anyone except Sophia. General Max came up with a solution, under the guise of marriage they're going to hit two birds with one stone. Protecting Jade to carry out her mission without being suspected as their informant and satisfying the conditions of his father's will to obtain his inheritance. Despite himself he married Jade Leitner, the expert hacker who wanted to avenge the death of her parents. But along their mission, an unexpected thing happened…. "What have I done to deserve this? What was my crime that you're punishing me for?" Jade eyed him, seeking an answer. "You left and robbed me." Jade's eyes grew wide in shock. "No, I didn't take anything from you, you must be wrong." With a smirk he said, "I'm an honest man and wouldn't fabricate a story." "What did I steal from you?" Jade shook her head, trying to make sense of what he was saying. "You stole my heart," Tyler bared his heart to her without holding back. Finding his confession ridiculous, Jade let out a humorless chuckle. "You made a mistake, Sophia is the real culprit." "I'm certain, you are the thief who stole my heart," Tyler insisted. "If you say so, I'm giving your heart back," Jade was stone-faced, her voice edged with scorn. "Don't give it back, I'll steal your heart and we'll get even," he said and reached out to caress her face but Jade dodged his touch. "You have nothing to steal from me anymore as I don't have my heart with me. I have given it away," Jade said emotionlessly.

Born Lady Viktoria, I am the daughter of the playboy prince Victor of house Ezorona. My father is second in line to the throne after his brother, but since I was born a dhampir, I will never be a part of their royal world. I am a half-blood. Half-vampire, half-human with no real power in our kingdom. That is until I am kidnapped by the werewolf Alpha Fynn, the saints intervene and my entire world is turned upside down.

Every witch awakened a gift when she came of age. Mine was simple. I could siphon my husband's fortune. On Christmas Eve, my husband spent 20,000,000 on a ring and proposed to his mistress as if he were buying a headline. The trending page exploded. Everyone waited to see how quickly I would be thrown out. The pathetic wife was finally swept out the door. When I stayed quiet, Jasper Prescott's tone turned playful, almost indulgent. "She's just a kid. She wanted the whole 'moment.' Your place isn't going anywhere." Then he added, as if assigning me a chore, "She's young. She can't handle things. Pay more attention to the engagement party's details." As though he feared I might cause trouble, he slid a black card across the table with casual ease. "Babe, you know what I value most," he said. "You being sensible." I pinched the cold card between my fingers, smiled, and nodded. No one knew the rule hidden inside our marriage. After we married, every time Jasper betrayed me, I took a piece of his fortune, stripping it from him one point at a time and adding it to my own. Once Christmas was over, I would take whatever he had left.

I save the Alpha. He crowns my sister. "Miles... I'm your mate," I blurt, hoping that will break through his confusion and make him see me for who I truly am. He only stares quietly at me, but I can see the conflict and confusion in his expression. "I'm sorry, Rhea. You're beautiful, and your scent..." his words trail as he buries his nose on my neck and inhales deeply. "It's the sweetest I've ever known. But I love your sister, and I made a promise I don't intend to break. We will have to reject the mate bond." "Why won't you believe me?" I plead, my voice raw. "I'm the girl you met that night. I am your mate!" Miles' gaze hardens as he points toward the exit. "You need to leave, Rhea. Or I'll have security escort you out." "You liar!" I scream as I yank Roxy's hair. "You've stolen everything from me!" I feel Miles' hands gripping my shoulders as he yanks me off her, shoving me backward. I land hard on my butt. "Listen to me, Rhea," he hisses, his voice filled with venom, his eyes cold. "I don't want to see you near me or Roxy again. If you do, I'll have you banished." He takes a step closer, towering above me. "I, Alpha Miles Mondragon, reject you, Rhea Chapman, as my mate. Accept it or reject it; I don't fucking care." Have you ever watched your Knight in shining armor stolen from your very own fantasy? It could be the most heartbreaking thing. What do you do when the man fated to love you calls you a liar? When the boy you save becomes the Alpha who destroys you? This is my story, and how my fate was stolen.

Roger traveled across Terra, but not completely. The soul is inexplicably locked in a long-broken idol outside the civilized world of Terra. If you want to condense the body and obtain yourself, you must constantly obtain the power of prayer. But the statue is in no man’s land! Not even a person, let alone the power to pray. Roger had no choice but to disperse his consciousness into many items, scattered around the world, and acquired by many Terran girls. In order to condense the physical body, in order to stick to the girls. Roger inexplicably became their 'cheat codes'... Jessica: "Mr. Roger, will you always be by my side?" "Ah, yes, yes." Sora: "Mr. Roger, can you be my agent forever?" "Ok, Ok..." Roger didn't know how many times he had made this promise. Until the girls met...

She is the only female Alpha in the world, the princess of the Royal Pack. To protect her, her father insisted on homeschooling her. She longed to go to school, but her father demanded she hide her Alpha powers. So, she pretended to be a wolfless— Until she met her destined mate. But he turned out to be the heir of the largest pack, and he rejected her?! “A worthless thing with no wolf, how dare she be my mate?” — He publicly rejected her and chose another fake. Until the homecoming... Her Royal Alpha King father appeared: “Who made my daughter cry?” The once proud heir knelt before her, his voice trembling: “I’m sorry… please come back.” She chuckled and raised her gaze: “Now you know to kneel?”