300 Words Essay About Myself

Hela Lyon: being an alpha in your pack meant one thing, sacrificing your happiness for the peace of your pack. not that i am an acting alpha yet, my biased father will never allow a woman to rule. I just didn't expect him to decide my life for me. a marriage, an arranged one at that. never in my twenty four years of living would i have imagined getting married to someone who isn’t my mate, talk more of him being the alpha king, the devil himself. The fact that I have no say in this arrangement irks me out and now I have to comply as it is the only way we can assure peace. Eros Rain Vasilios: power doesn't come till you work for it no matter who you are, that is why i worked for mine. Being the king doesn't mean my life was rosy, it was quite the opposite. After the death of my parents, we were left with power hungry relatives. so my brother and i had to fight through it to succeed. These days all I envision myself to be is a selfless ruler who puts his people's needs before his own, the king with his people, for his people and of his people. So I know what I wanted as I took up the marriage partnership as a deal, i was killing two stones with one stone, to some i may be declaring false vows with a female alpha, to me, i was scheming and at the same time declaring my love to my mate(the perfect pawn for my plans). Emotions and words are the center of this story. Read to find the rollercoaster they both find themselves in and also watch out for the blooming love between both siblings.

"Who did that to you?" His voice pressed, demanding. But I had to shut him down if I wanted to keep myself together. "If you get to keep things from me, then so do I." “If I find out who he is—if I find him…” “I hope you don’t,” I cut in. “Because I’d rather he was already dead.” “I won't be at peace until you see it for yourself. Either his grave, or his death right in front of you.” He inched closer to me, pulling my chin more and more until our faces were very close. “And remember, Leandra ....” His words sounded like a promise. His breathing was so heavy, so determined. “The moment you watch that bastard die, you’ll see me there too.” *** Being my best friend’s delivery girl isn’t exactly my idea of fun. Usually, it’s annoying. But this time? This time, it led me straight to him. He kissed me—this stranger, so alluring that it made me think of him all the time. The scent of his body, his heavy voice, his pierced grey eyes ... it all stayed with me. Haunted me. Drove me crazy. The problem? He wants nothing to do with me. He keeps his distance, tells me to stay away, says I need to forget him. He says he’s a dangerous man. But how do I forget someone who’s already under my skin? How do I let go of the one man who’s already claimed my heart?

" I am gay dad", I confessed, crying as I hugged my knees and rocked myself back and forth on the floor.       He glared at me with so much emotions running through him, the most prominent one was hatred and disappointment. " True dad, I may be smiling and trying my best to fit in your world but deep down I am dying."     I went mute as I waited for him to speak.  " You are a disgrace to this family", he spat, walking away.  ' disgrace' , that word changed my life forever. ______ Sebastian, bullied by all, rejected by his father, loved by one.    Kaden, hot, notorious and one of the most famous boy in pearl high. Literally, the golden boy of all times. Girls flirt with him, boys wants to be his friend and he care less about grades and school activities except basketball. Behind the golden facade lies a boy with dark secrets he desperately tries to hide to prevent ruining his reputation. When Sebastian catches a shirtless golden boy popping pills in the school restroom, the scars and bruises on his body draws Sebastian towards him. They both pretend they are fine on the outside but what neither of them know is that, however, they are both broken and their world is falling apart quicker than expected.  When Sebastian discover the truth about Kaden whose lifestyle hold a deeper meaning, he is set on knowing him more. Will love conquer all or will Kaden's past get in the way?

Not so fast blue eyes,what did I say about disobeying my orders? he asked with an angry face as he move closer to her his voice dangerous and possessive I try to defend myself but the look he gave me made me zip whatever that want to come out off my mouth up. I'm going to punish you blue eye,you are mine and you belong to me alone,why will you wear something Skippy for other male to stare at? Strip!! ...... His name is Lorenzo, a devil incarnate that kill without mercy,he owns the mafia world,his name scream fear . Just one encounter with selena and he became obsessed calling her his but what happen when she is too pure for the kind of world he owns...can a Catholic sister blend into the mafia world? Selena who has worship God all her life and raised in a righteous way. What happen when she gets entangled with the most deadliest mafia lord? Will she be able to change this sinner?

This book is strictly 18+ “I have waited a lifetime to punish you and take back what you stole from me. I treated you like a princess and yet you betrayed me, now I will treat you like the whore you are, I will make you regret betraying my love.” His hoarse voice uttered, laced with bitterness and spite. “Dude, I don't even know you!” Lily cried. “Oh… You don't remember me, little wolf? You will!” He replied coldly as he unhooked his belt. ** After being betrayed by his fated mate 300 years ago, Alpha Derek Blackwood was cursed with immortality and lost his ability to shift or connect with his wolf. He is thrown out by his own people and becomes a rogue. But even without the ability to shift, he starts a new pack of rogues, dreaded for their ruthless personality. When he had already lost hope, he finds his fated mate again and he is determined to make her suffer while reclaiming what she stole from him. But how thin is the line between love and hate? What if the hate he thinks he had for her was just a disguised obsession?

"I didn’t know I was marrying two people. He wore the suit, but she pulled the strings. The day I walked down the aisle, eyes locked with the man I loved, I thought I had found peace. I thought I was finally leaving behind the noise of my childhood, the ache of loneliness, and the years I spent praying for a love that would choose me, only me. But no one told me that some men never truly leave their mothers. They marry, yes,but their hearts remain tangled in an invisible umbilical cord, one that stretches past vows, past bedrooms, past boundaries. I moved into our new home, only to find that the walls had ears, hers. We lived in separate flats, but it never truly felt like my space. My marriage was a room she walked into, uninvited but ever present. Her opinions dripped into our arguments, her eyes followed me from behind lace curtains, and her voice echoed in decisions that should have belonged to me and my husband. At first, I kept quiet. I told myself it was cultural. Respect. Family. Then I told myself it was temporary. Then I stopped telling myself anything at all, because nothing I said made a difference. This is not a story of hate. It’s a story of love, tested by bloodlines, boundaries, and a battle I never asked to fight. This is my truth. The marriage I thought was mine. The home that never really felt like home. And the rules I never agreed to, but had to live by, simply because… I was under her roof".

Adrian Quirrel, the heir to the Quirrel family, had been in poor health since childhood. Guided by the old superstition that marriage could restore his health, his family had taken in four young women, with only one to be chosen as his bride. On the selection day, they invited a renowned astrologer to read our birth charts. As soon as he said I carried a healing energy and could bear healthy heirs, the Quirrels decided on the spot that I would be Adrian's bride. Three months later, his health miraculously improved, and I soon found myself pregnant with twins—a boy and a girl. The family elders were ecstatic and even promised that my son would become the Quirrels' future heir. But on the night of the christening, Adrian locked me and the babies in the basement. I broke down and demanded an explanation. He sneered and replied, "If it weren't for your so-called 'healing energy,' Emily would've been my wife. "She wouldn't have jumped to her death at such a young age if she hadn't been pushed to that point. Tonight, I want you and your children to accompany her in death." He grabbed a nearby iron rod and savagely brought it down onto our babies. I threw myself over the babies, but Adrian kicked me aside. Blood splattered across the walls and floor, and my babies' breathing gradually weakened until it stopped. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Adrian chose his bride.

"So many promises, so many dreams. They all broke today," his voice resonated. "Your promise of loving me till the last breath of your life, your dream of becoming my wife and giving birth to my children….they all are shattering today, princesa," tears rolled down from her eyes at his words which made him wrap his arm around her waist. "Ssh …. don't cry. Maybe not love but I do feel sympathy for your tears as I had been living with you for so many days," he uttered while wiping her tears with his knuckles. "Besides, I am not that heartless so let's ease up your heartbreak a bit. Okay?" He uttered. "So not in front of this world but I can please you like a husband pleases his wife behind closed doors and…." He thrusted his face closer to hers. "On my bed…. just like last night where you let me devour every inch of your skin, princesa," She teared up more because that was the truth. She had actually surrendered her everything to him last night. Her heart, her soul, her body…. everything to him with no shield last night. She gave him the virtue of her body but only to let him taint it with his sin which she was believing as his love. Feeling him wrapping his arm more firmly around her waist, she found him untying the knot of her night robe. "So, how about I make you forget about your heartbreak by taking you to my bed?" he rasped in her ear, completely untying her night robe and his next words crushed her soul cruelly. "As I am sure that would be the best way to cure the pain of a prostitute's daughter and her deceitful love,"

“I….I hate you,” those words rolled out of her tongue, whereas a tear slipped down from her eyes, feeling him wrapping her bare legs around his waist. A sadistic smirk formed on his face, hearing her before he pressed the tip of his swollen girth against her drenching core which hurt yet angered her more. She grabbed his collar aggressively. “I can never love you because the only person I have ever loved in my life is Ethan and will be just him. Did you understand that, Zaiden fucking Alvaro?” She seethed out at him, attempting to trigger him but her words made him grab her nape. “We will see about that once I will get done making you scream and moan my name again, Cyra Zaiden Alvaro,” whispering those words against her lips, he pressed his mouth against hers while pushing his hardened shaft all the way inside her. “Aaah …..” she moaned in that painful pleasure whereas her arms immediately embraced him Suddenly, she felt her phone vibrating in her hand which made her look towards it and her heart shattered brutally by reading that text from her love, Ethan. ‘Make sure to kill that bastard, Zaiden, tonight. Then we will run far away from here, Cyra…..” A tear slipped down from her eyes, reading Ethan’s text because now she didn't even know whom she was lying to….? To him or to her own self…? That she hated being the forced bride of this insane man, Zaiden Alvaro. Why did Zaiden Alvaro force Cyra to marry him, even after knowing she loved Ethan? Would Cyra be able to take her husband’s life to run away with her lover and most importantly, how far would Zaiden Alvaro go to make sure Cyra remained as HIS FORCED BRIDE?

My fiance, Henry Gordon, was two hours late to our vows on our wedding day. Just as he was catching his breath and about to say ‘I do’, he received a call from his secretary, Yvonne Luther. After hanging up, he looked at me apologetically. “Honey, my useless team can’t handle the personnel appointment of the financial team on their own. They’re insisting that I head back! I’ll make it up to you with another wedding later on.” I told him that I understood though I felt disappointed, because he was at a critical stage in his career. However, the moment he left without hesitation, I tossed the ring on my finger into the venue’s flower bed and announced to everyone that the wedding was cancelled. I had to see for myself who would ask Henry, a mere minority shareholder, to make such a significant decision without consulting me, the chairperson. He did not know that just a few hours earlier, I had taken back the ‘gift’ I gave him and reclaimed my position as the company’s chairperson.