Mga Maiikling Kwento tungkol sa Plot Twists at mga Nobela ng Childhood Sweethearts na may Karma

Shortly before I was due to reunite with my birth family, the five of us got together for a card game. Vera Collins didn't lose once all night, yet I drank 12 shots of vodka in her place. Every time I was about to play my last card, my adoptive brother, Allen Hayes, would block me with a high card, then deliberately play a low one that Vera could beat. In the final hand of the night, I was down to my last card. Allen played a high card to take the lead from me, then followed it with a low card that Vera could beat. Vera beat it. My boyfriend, Damon Reid, was holding high cards. He smiled and said, "Pass." Leo Grant, who I'd grown up with, passed too. Vera quickly laid down her last card. She'd won again. She blushed and said softly, "Stop letting me win, you guys. Eva's going to be upset." Allen pushed the 13th shot of vodka toward me. "Vera's good at cards. So what if you lose a few hands?" Leo gathered Vera's cards for her. "You're different. When you lose, you get upset and try to hide it." Damon idly ran his thumb over my palm. "Don't worry. Eva's not that petty. She can take a loss." But they'd forgotten that tonight was supposed to be about celebrating my good news. By the end of the game, not one of them had asked what my good news was. Vera eagerly suggested we play again the following week. Leo said casually, "Eva, get there early and save our spot again." Allen added, "And get a new deck. This one's falling apart." I nodded. I didn't tell them there wouldn't be a next time. Beneath my last card lay a plane ticket to Sicily. Next Monday, I was going home to my birth parents. They'd made it clear, hand after hand, that all they cared about was helping Vera win. So this time, I was leaving the table for good.

The year was 1983. The sun had set. It was dark outside. Only one dim light was in the Foster family’s living room. “Dad, Mom, I’m willing to live abroad with you.” When they heard their daughter’s words through the phone, Philip York and Angela York were moved to tears of excitement.

I am the Oracle, the High Priestess who connects the divine realm to the mortal world. My daughter, however, was born with only a trace of divine power, leaving her little different from an ordinary human. I brought four orphans back from the beastman world and raised them myself. I gave them only one condition: protect my daughter from harm. For years, her four brothers shielded her, leaving her free to be as willful as she liked. Then, on the day of her coming-of-age rite, her prayer reached me. "Mother, my brothers are going to sacrifice me so Daisy can receive the Goddess's protection." By the time I got there, my daughter was bound to the altar. My four sons were busy preparing the altar. Daisy preened at their side. I was about to begin the chant that would punish them. Christopher, the serpent, pulled Daisy close and wrapped a protective arm around her. Gardner, the polar bear, talked back to me for the first time. "Mother, our little sister hurt Daisy first. "We only meant to frighten her. "The rite only takes away her ability to speak with the Goddess. She is useless anyway. She may as well be ordinary." I looked at the ingrates I had personally raised and scoffed. They had forgotten something. Every skill, every power, every title they held had come from me. I had made them. I could unmake them just as easily.

My husband, Theodore, was about to take his childhood sweetheart, Rosalie, around the world in a hot-air balloon when I was kidnapped by his enemy. They were about to throw me into a snake pit. I gave up asking Theodore for help and called my father-in-law instead. In my previous life, I begged Theodore to save me, even kneeling in front of the phone camera. Hence, he abandoned the hot-air balloon ride with Rosalie and rushed to negotiate with the kidnapper. Rosalie was all alone and angry. She took another hot-air balloon, but it exploded mid-way, causing her to die on the spot without even leaving behind an intact corpse. Hearing the bad news, Theodore showed a rare calm expression. He seemed to forget about Rosalie's existence and took me on a trip around the world. As we were sailing in Norwol, he suddenly pushed me into the sea. "I should never have saved you. Snake pit? Kidnapper? How could they have had the courage to push you into it? I should've never saved you if I knew it'd kill Rosalie. You should go to hell sooner!" When I opened my eyes again, I had come back to the day I was kidnapped. This time, I chose not to call for help. Humble love would only leave you bruised and battered.

I had just returned from the royal capital when my mother told me she had arranged a marriage for me. My fiance was the newly appointed Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack. He was handsome, exceptionally gifted, and had a spotless romantic history. He had never been in a relationship. As soon as the news reached the royal capital, the Alpha King immediately approved a mansion for our wedding, declaring it a gift to me in celebration of my upcoming marriage. My fiance said they would take care of decorating the mansion for me. All that remained was for me to move in. The night before our mating ceremony, I returned to the mansion unexpectedly to retrieve a potion. The moment I opened the door, I was stunned by the decorations inside. Black drapes hung throughout the mansion, the walls were covered with crosses, and right in the center stood a large black-and-white portrait of me. Even the silvermoon flowers my mother had carefully prepared as a symbol of blessings had been replaced with white lilies. It looked nothing like a wedding mansion. It looked like a funeral parlor. Thinking someone had deliberately sabotaged my mating ceremony, I immediately ordered the werewolves who were still decorating to stop. But then Monica, Edward’s childhood sweetheart, stormed in and blocked my way, her face twisted with anger. “Who gave you permission to touch my decorations?!” I suppressed my anger and shot back, “My mating ceremony is tomorrow. Do you really think turning my wedding mansion into a funeral parlor is appropriate?” She scoffed dismissively. “So what? Edward said I could decorate it however I wanted. If you have a problem with that, go complain to Edward. Let’s see whose side he takes.” “If you dare remove anything, I’ll make sure you can’t hold your mating ceremony tomorrow.” I let out a cold laugh and called Edward on the spot. “Edward, I have no particular desire to hold my mating ceremony in a funeral parlor. Get over here right now and take your people away.”

In the third year of my relationship with Dante Santoro, heir to the Santoro family fortune, I got pregnant. The night before the Don's birthday banquet, he finally brought me home as his girlfriend. Giulia Costa, the housekeeper's daughter, smiled sweetly and asked about my food allergies. I mentioned I was allergic to truffles. In the end, every dish at dinner was loaded with truffles. I swallowed my irritation and grabbed a slice of cake that looked safe. Two bites in, I heard her laugh. "I got creative and mixed truffle powder into the frosting. How is it?" Before I could answer, my throat closed up and I could not breathe. Giulia gasped and covered her mouth. "Ms. Leone, your skin is turning purple! Do you have some kind of contagious disease?" Everyone watched as I was carried out like trash. The moment my allergic reaction cleared up, Giulia insisted on helping me pack. I told her multiple times not to touch my ring. In the few minutes I spent in the bathroom, she "accidentally" knocked it down the drain. That was the wedding ring Dante gave me. I lost my temper and confronted her, but Dante just laughed it off. "She's jealous of your pretty ring. Don't be so petty." That night, Giulia brought sleep-aid drinks to my room as an apology. Dante convinced me to accept her peace offering. I drank a few cups and felt drowsy almost immediately. When Giulia walked me back to my room, I told her to lock the door behind her. Ten minutes later, a group of men shoved their way inside and beat my stomach until I miscarried. The baby was gone. Giulia's eyes filled with tears as she claimed she never saw anyone enter. She said I never wanted the Santoro family to have an heir and had orchestrated my own abortion. Dante went white with rage and ordered his men to dump me in the ocean. When I opened my eyes again, it was the night before the banquet.

Even though the prettiest girl in my class, Phoebe Jones, bombed her college entrance exams, she claimed she had gotten into the prestigious Pemberton University and was just waiting for orientation day. She even guaranteed she could get the whole class in, too. Everyone erupted in cheers, put her up on the class podium, and lined up to hand over their applications. Something did not sit right with me, so I asked a few questions. Her 'exclusive enrolment channel' turned out to just be an AI chatbot called Babble. Babble had promised her it had reserved exclusive spots at Pemberton and guaranteed she would be registered by the start of the term. I tried to warn everyone that it was just an AI telling her what she wanted to hear, but my childhood friend was the first to jump to her defense. "Maren, how could you think that about Phoebe? She's doing this for the whole class. What's your problem?" My best friend added, "Maren, AI is the way of the future. You can't just dismiss it because you don't get it." That was all it took to turn the whole class against me. They pushed me around until I tumbled down the stairs, cracked my head open, and died on the spot. When I opened my eyes, I was back at the moment Phoebe announced she had gotten into Pemberton. I could not save people who were hell-bent on their own destruction, so this time, I wished them nothing but the best.

After five long years of dating, Winona Shaw finally said yes. I was elated, like a scavenger who'd struck gold. I put everything I had into the engagement party, but out of the blue, Winona embraced Claude Landton instead. She even tried to frame me and boot me to jail. I canceled the party and called the cops instead. That made Winona mad, and Claude started panicking. Icily, I said, "Now, calm down. We have a lot of trials to go through. See you in court."