2045 Story Avenue

My girlfriend called me frantically out of the blue, saying her mother's water had broken. She begged me to take them to the hospital. But I lazily hung up the phone and turned away, buying myself an ice cream bar instead. In my previous life, her mother had also gone into labor late in life. I had risked everything to rush her to the hospital, running twelve red lights, pushing my car to the limit until the fuel gauge nearly burst. Yet, despite all that, her mother had lost the baby. Worse still, she turned around and accused me of killing the baby. My girlfriend had hated me for it, blaming me for her mother's inability to have children again. That very night, she and her shameless relatives took over my family's house, forcing my parents into such anger and despair that they ended up in the hospital. My company went bankrupt, and as if that weren't enough, I was beaten so severely that both my legs were broken. In the end, I fell into a deep depression and took my own life. But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn. This time, I uncovered the secret her mother had been hiding.

I was shattered to learn that my precious child was not mine. My own flesh and blood was gone forever. I was not going to crumble under the weight of the revelation or consume myself with hysteria or grief. Instead, I channeled my pain into putting my mother-in-law behind bars and breaking my husband before moving on with my life.

After my daughter, Mia Powell, was declared brain-dead, my husband, Liam Powell, urged me to sign the organ donation consent form. I was drowning in grief and my mind was on the verge of collapse. That was when I accidentally discovered that her attending doctor, Blair Lincoln, was Liam’s old flame. They had lied about Mia’s brain death, just to trick me into signing the form and steal her heart to save Blair’s daughter, Sophia. I watched as Liam picked Sophia up from the hospital. The three of them smiled together, like a perfect, happy family. When I confronted them, they pushed me off a building, and I died from the fall. Given a second chance, I had returned to the day I was supposed to sign the organ donation form. As I stared at Mia lying in that hospital bed, I silently vowed. This time, that scumbag and that wretch would pay with their lives for what they did to Mia.

During the holiday, my six-year-old son received his cleft-lip surgery. He wore a mask and sat quietly in our family bookstore, engrossed in a picture book. A young man came in, pinching his nose dramatically as he swaggered up to the manager. "Why did you let someone with an infectious disease in here?" he demanded loudly. "Get them out!" The manager winced. "Sir, I'm sorry, but I don't have the authority to remove other customers." Undeterred, the man marched up to me. "Be wise and get out of here. My girlfriend is Imogen Slater, CEO of the Slater Group. You don't want to mess with me." I froze in stunned silence. Imogen despised all men except me, and this guy claimed she was his girlfriend.

My dormmate falls in the dorm and sends the rest of us the hospital bill. She wants us to compensate her. "I only fell because you guys left a puddle of water at the door. It's only right that you compensate me, don't you think? It's not much—you each just have to give me a thousand dollars to cover the checkup, medication, transport, the classes I missed, and the mental distress I suffered." I exchange looks with my two other dormmates. All three of us politely decline. That's when she goes berserk. She screeches threateningly, "Do you know who my father is? I'll make sure you guys can't graduate if you don't compensate me!"

"When two not so different kind of broken unite nothing can be predicted." For an outsider, Princess Lana Miller seemed to be picture perfect as the eldest daughter of the Pack Alpha, blessed with beauty and wit. However, it's far from the truth. The omega is a prisoner in her own home, mistreated by her adopted parents and hated by her siblings. But she's hopeful, waiting for her debutant to escape her hell. Axel Russo is the most sought after Alpha in the country after losing his mate unexpectedly. Despite being the most eligible and handsome mate, he has no interest in finding someone. Fate has other plans as Lana Miller is chosen as his omega. The Alpha intends on rejecting her, but there's something about her he cannot figure out. There are worse places for an omega to end up than stuck in a loveless marriage to a wealthy Alpha, Lana thinks while accepting Alpha Axel. But everything comes with a price. Soon the omega will have to figure out what she's willing to sacrifice-the freedom she's always wanted, or a love she's never even dreamed of. ***

"Congratulations, you're pregnant.'' Allie widened her eyes, mouth agape as she stared at the doctor in front of her. "Excuse me?'' "You're pregnant...." The doctor repeated. "With a hellhounds baby?" "It appears so" "Oh, fuck me!'' *** Nate Harper is a frat boy football star from the wealthy family with athletic dynasty. He's a celebrity in the university with people falling to his feet every chance they get. Also he's a hellhound which makes people fear him more. Allie Jackson's a student and an athlete, but her similarities to Nate end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Nates charms she's a werewolf omega trying to get through last year of her college. There was always one strict rule know by all; Hellhounds would never be able to coexist with werewolves. But fate works in mysterious ways one night is all it takes for Allie to let loose and give in to his charms which forever changes her life. ***

"There's a way you can return the favour, Woods." "Huh?" I blinked confusedly. Hope blossomed in my chest as I flickered my eyes between the identical twin Alphas. "Really?" "Yes." Rowan smirked but there was a glint in his eyes that made me nervous. He glanced at his brother who gave him a nod. "You have to be our omega." *** Life so far for Erin Woods sucked. At the mere age of eighteen, she was outcast by her pack members, her family humiliated and shamed. Her father's publishing company became on the verge of going bankrupt, and her mother stopped talking to her, and her sister hates her. Now five years later, the situation only worsened. The Armani Clan twins-Rowan and Reed, are back in their hometown following their father's sudden demise. Having no choice but to assume the role of Pack Alphas, they are in dire need of finding a suitable Luna. And who's a better choice than an omega in desperate need of money? ***

"It wouldn't be the first nor the last time any one of you Titan Gods had affairs with ‘Greek Gods’ you know," Thaelia twisted her lips. Lukas face hardened and he tried to keep it like that, but one look at her face and a smile broke out of him and he's laughing hard. She accompanied him and chuckled softly, adorably, and it drove the son of Helios crazy. "Didn't know moon princesses could contain that much spite." "What can I say?" She lowered her voice, licking her lips. Her beauty was much more obvious, with her eyes the color of the sea, lined with gold, and lips rose. It was enough to make him realise he's drowning again, only this time it's on the color of her eyes. "You... inspire me." "Inspire you?" "Yes," She smiled sweetly *** There's two things that strikes Talia as she starts reading the book of her past—Lukas was a reckless son of Helios, Ajaxson was the son of Ajax who's head over heels in love with her while she was a moon princess desired by both of them. To add a Greek Goddess Hera made it impossible for her to stay happy with Lukas. It was just not written in the stars. ***

I worked for a restaurant, and our boss loved making empty promises about giving us restaurant shares. The boss said we would start with zero shares, but we could earn 0.01% for every two hours of overtime, covering someone else’s work or saving the restaurant 1,000 bucks. I suggested she write this down in an official document and have someone track it properly. She just smiled and told everyone to work harder. She never actually put it in writing. The experienced staff did not believe her, but one prep cook took it seriously. At the end of the year, he went to the boss to claim his shares. The boss said, “Sorry, the head chef told me there’s no official document, so it doesn’t count. You can’t claim any shares.” The prep cook worked hard all year and got nothing for it, so he took his anger out on me. The day before I was going home for the New Year, he killed me with a knife. “If you hadn’t said it doesn’t count without an official document, this whole restaurant would’ve been mine!” I lay in a pool of blood. When I opened my eyes, I was back to the day the boss first made those empty promises.