Mga Maiikling Kwento tungkol sa Plot Twists at mga Nobela ng Multiple Identities na may Revenge

I was the most precious caged bird Gideon Thorne kept in his territory. To everyone in the Obsidian Pack, I was nothing more than a pretty face. Everyone said I wouldn't last three nights without the pack's protection. I couldn't argue with that. After all, my years as Chief Arbiter of the High Council and President of the Werewolf Association had worn me out. I'd spent every day putting down rebellions and keeping the packs in line. All I wanted now was to retire in comfort. No more getting dragged into power struggles. No more blood on my claws. Just a monthly trust-fund payment I could never spend fast enough. Until the night of the full moon, when ten northern packs joined forces and attacked the Obsidian Pack. Gideon's father, Marcus Thorne, was forced to step down, and the pack's best warriors were thrown into the silver prison. Even Gideon, who had never lost a fight, was dragged to the negotiating table and pressured to surrender absolute control of his pack. Julian Crowe, leader of the enemy alliance, shot me an arrogant look, a suggestive smile curling his lips. "Don't worry, Gideon. Once I take your pack, I'll look after this fragile little pet for you." I looked at him and let the silence stretch. If the Obsidian Pack fell tonight, where was I supposed to find another Alpha as rich, generous, and indulgent as Gideon? A second before they could make Gideon sign, I took the seat at the head of the long table. Then I ripped the black iron token from the cord around my neck. I'd worn it against my skin for years. "By my authority as Chief Arbiter of the High Council, I hereby freeze every territorial transfer on the continent." I leaned back in the chair, my voice perfectly flat. "And tell the Alphas of these ten packs they have 30 minutes to get here, get on their knees, and explain tonight's stupidity to me."

On my first day at the urology department, I stumble upon an affair between a female doctor and her patient. When I push open the clinic door, I hear a woman's muffled moans coming from behind the screen. Then, the screen rattles as bodies clash against it. I stand at the door, not knowing what to do.

I was the best healer in the world. The Alphas of every pack fought over me day and night. To escape that exhausting life for good, I faked my own death. Then I put on a pair of dark glasses and pretended to be completely blind. When the Silver Moon pack found me and brought me home, I thought I was in for the usual family drama: the biological daughter and the adopted one fighting over their parents' love. But my older adopted sister, Evelyn Howard, turned out to be sweet and kind. She learned Braille for me right away. My father, the Alpha, and my mother, Eleanor, were consumed by guilt and heartache over me. My seven older brothers, the backbone of the pack's defenses, guarded me as if I were the most precious thing in the world. I didn't have to save anyone. All I had to do was sit there quietly , play the part of a proper little blind girl, and do nothing. That all changed when eight packs joined forces to crush our family. William Carter, an Alpha and the Cedar pack's heir apparent, kicked in our front door with his wolf guards. "All Silver Moon territory is under our control. If your whole family isn't off this land by morning, I'll slaughter every last one of you. "As for the older sister and the little blind girl ... they stay. I'll lock them in my private cage as pets." I looked at my seven brothers. They had been beaten until they coughed up blood, yet they still shielded me with their bodies. Then I looked at my adopted sister, sobbing as she offered her life to save us all. I twirled my cane between my fingers and let out a slow sigh. Without the pack to protect me, how was I supposed to keep doing nothing? As my family watched in despair, I rose from the shadows and calmly took off my dark glasses. "William, go ask the Chief Elder something for me. "Three years ago in the Alps, I repaired his heart myself and injected a life-saving serum into it. How's it working out for him? "Tell him his three years are up today.And now I'm cutting him off."

My family's driver, Marco, always brought his girlfriend along when he drove me. I put up with it. His dead father took a bullet for my family once. Until today. I opened the door of my custom bulletproof Cadillac. Someone wrote on the inside of the window in red lipstick: "Stay away from my man, bitch." I wiped the smudge off with a tissue. "What is this?" I asked, my voice dead. Crystal sat in the passenger seat. She glared at me like I was poison. "Can't you read?" she spat. "Stay away from my man, you parasite. Buy your own car, you broke bitch." I watched this circus. I said nothing. Marco rushed to my side. He whispered frantically: "Aurora, she doesn't know I'm just a driver. She thinks... she thinks the whole family business is mine. She loves the power. Please." Then came the ultimate betrayal. "I need to take her to Fifth Avenue first. I'll come back for you later." He drove off in my car. He left me in the dust. I stood there and scoffed. I called Cassian, my brother's top enforcer. "Someone stole my car. And my patience is gone. Find them. I want them alive."

There's a ten-car collision on the highway, and I'm trapped in one of ten. For some reason, none of the ambulances can get to us. I desperately call my boyfriend to ask for help. I expect him to immediately come to my rescue, but he merely snaps at me. "Yvette didn't even make a sound when she sliced her finger. Couldn't you have just dodged when the accident happened? You're not crippled or anything! Stop being so childish at your age!" He doesn't want me to disturb him anymore, so he blocks my number. Fortunately, a kind soul saves me and takes me to the hospital. I survive the ordeal. When I leave the hospital, I see a breaking news report on the screen in the lobby. "Love exists in the world! Mr. Fenton spends a fortune to gather the city's ambulances to save his true love when she slices her finger!" The news report makes my heart ache. I pull out the ring I was going to use for my proposal and throw it away without hesitation. Henry Fenton and I have been together for 14 years, but I don't want the relationship anymore.

After I married Riccardo, the Don of the Moretti family, he paraded a string of mistresses in front of me. He never gave me a second glance. But on our tenth anniversary—right after my father’s death—he suddenly promised me half of his empire. The catch? In return, he planned to seize control of all my family’s arms-dealing routes. That pissed off his favorite mistress. She cornered him on his yacht, demanding he take his words back. Then she fell overboard and died. An “accident.” After she died, Riccardo went insane. He took it all out on me. He tied me to the back of his yacht. He dragged me through the sea, a human anchor, until the rocks shattered my legs, crippling me for life. I became the family’s shame. Then, as I lay helpless, he finished the job with poison. Then I opened my eyes. I was back on the day Angelo Marino—the head of our rival family—proposed to me. In my last life, my family forced me to say no. He came for me, a one-man army. He killed Riccardo, but died in the process. This time, I looked at his kind face and nodded. Yes. But as we embraced, Riccardo appeared. He ripped me from Angelo's arms and claimed me as his own. That’s when I realized the cruelest joke of all. My monster was back, too.

On the day of our engagement, as we were driving to the banquet hall, a man holding a few-month-old baby stepped in front of our car. My first thought was that it was some kind of scam. I was about to get out and deal with him when I saw the panic on his face. "Cassidy," he said desperately, "our baby won't stop crying. Do you think something's wrong?" The moment she heard that, my fiancée shoved me out of the car. She took off with them without a single glance back. I just stood there in shock. So this was the truth. She'd been hiding a child with her ex all along. Alone, I went to the banquet hall to handle what remained of our celebration. Later, she called. "I feel terrible about this," she said. "I thought if I gave him the baby and gave you the marriage, it would balance things out. But when Stanley showed up today, I realized—he's the only one I want." I was done with her games. If that's how she felt, I'd walk away. So I made a simple phone call. "Grandma, I'm coming home. I'm ready to run the family business now."

I was Orion Blake's pampered trophy girlfriend, treasured above everything else. Everyone in his organization thought I had nothing going for me but a pretty face and a killer body. Orion's right-hand woman, Diana Reyes, resented me most. She saw me as nothing more than a useless trophy girlfriend, and she never tried to hide it. No one knew that this supposedly useless trophy girlfriend had someone even more powerful protecting her: my father, Edmund Sorrentino, the mafia Don who ruled the East Coast. But I was sick of the scheming and backstabbing within my family. I wanted no part in another power struggle, so I chose to stay with Orion and remain his pampered trophy girlfriend. That arrangement worked until the gangs that had always operated independently suddenly joined forces against Orion and tried to strip him of control. "Orion, be smart. Swallow your pride, hand over your shipping routes, and give me your woman. Do that, and I'll let you live." The man speaking was Rhys Kessler, Orion's longtime enemy. He looked me up and down, making no effort to hide the naked lust in his eyes. It turned my stomach. Orion ordered his men to take me to safety, but just before I boarded the boat, I insisted on going back to him. Facing a wall of guns, I calmly activated my family's private line and called my father, the Don. "The West Coast keeps tearing itself apart. It's time you stepped in and took control of this mess. "Within 20 minutes, I want them to understand exactly who they've crossed."

Every time my assistant booked a private room for me, he brought his girlfriend along. I let it slide. The room was on his way home anyway. Then today I pushed the door open and found a sticky note slapped on the head chair: "Freeloaders not allowed." I peeled it off and turned to him. "What's this about?" His girlfriend was already sitting in the head seat, glaring at me. "Can't you read?" she snapped. "Mooching off my boyfriend every damn day. Have you no shame?" "If you can't afford Michelin, don't show up. I can't stand cheap old hags like you. Honestly, if I lived your life, I'd kill myself." I just stared at her, baffled. Justin rushed over and lowered his voice. "Boss, I'm so sorry. She thinks I'm paying for this dinner." "She's a bit of a princess. Doesn't like sitting with people who can't keep up. Tell you what. Let us eat first, and you can order after we leave." Then he took my black card and handed it to the server. I stood there for a second. Then I picked up my phone and called the restaurant manager. "Send security to the private room. Someone stole my card. Call the police."