Novel & Cerita 911 Fanfiction Buck Ignored

You believed that if you were obedient and loyal enough, your Alpha would one day choose you and mark you as his own. But at the ninety-ninth ceremony, that illusion shattered. That night, you only wanted to be wanted once. So you slept with a stranger. However, you didn't know who he truly was. He was the Alpha King. And when he finally found you, everything changed. This time, you weren't chosen. You were claimed.

My father lies on a hospital bed, barely breathing as he asks to see my husband once more. However, my husband's phone is turned off that day. I hurry to his company to look for him, but his secretary stops me and tells me there's a company policy that says they don't allow me and dogs to enter. I kneel before the building and beg for help, but someone records me and twists the truth. Later, I watch the video and see Eugene Fort carrying his true love, who's cut her finger, into the car. My father ultimately dies without seeing Eugene. I stay up all night to handle the wake and funeral. The following day, I finally receive a call from Eugene. He sounds impatient as he says, "Come to the hospital. Ivy needs help."

She's the one girl this player cannot have. A human. I'm dying to claim the redhead who lights up the club every Saturday night. I want to pull her into the storeroom and make her happily scream. She's too pure. Too fresh. Too passionate. Too human. When she learns my secret, my alpha orders me to wipe her memories. But I won't do it. Still, I'm not mate material and I cannot mark her and bring her into the pack. What in the hell am I going to do with her?

Since the age of 12, Aurora had known that she would be Raymond’s future Luna and wife. However, just before inheriting his Alpha position, Raymond found his fated mate—a rogue girl named Giana. Forced by his parents, Raymond had no choice but to marry Aurora. Yet on their wedding night, he abandoned her to be with Giana. Tormented by the mate bond, Aurora ended up having an ONS with a handsome and charming man. But how could that man turn out to be Raymond’s best friend, the Alpha King’s nephew, and notorious playboy—Kane…?

After pulling an all-nighter to finish a group assignment, I wanted only one thing: sleep. I did not even get 10 minutes. My roommate, Ronda Jones, burst into the dorm, raging about class. She shouted into her headset and turned our room into a storm of insults and keyboard slams. When I quietly asked her to keep it down, she turned on me instead. Then the power went out, and a 5-dollar electricity bill became the excuse she had been waiting for. I refused to split it. That single decision set everything in motion.

“I know four men who will be the perfect men to help you complete the tasks on your list.” It was that sentence that started everything. Or maybe it was my sudden need for adventure or the fact that my life was falling apart. I’m a baker. I love my bakery, but my feelings got all mixed up when my best friend died in a freak accident. In order to honour my best friend, I decided to complete her bucket list. I never expected to fall in love with four strangers. A relationship with different men will never work, right? Trigger Warning: Contains MM & The Mention of SA and Suicide (not detailed, just mentioned briefly)

Mom and I board a flight to Fangoria to visit Alicia Carter, my wife. She's a special forces soldier who's here on a peacekeeping mission in this foreign country. But the moment we walk out of the airport, we're ambushed by a group of kidnappers. One of them holds a gun to Mom's head and says, "If you don't give us the ransom in three days, we'll blow her head off!" In a panic, I make a video call to Alicia, my hands shaking as I beg her to help me. "Calm down, honey. I'll put in a request to lead a rescue mission. We'll save her within 24 hours!" But the next day, I keep failing to get in touch with Alicia. After I blow up her phone with multiple calls, one finally connects. Amid her rushed panting, she tells me, "Sorry, honey. I just got assigned to an urgent escort mission. You guys just hang in there. I've arranged for the local authorities to—" Her voice is abruptly cut off by a familiar male voice. "Alicia! Thank goodness you came over just to pick me up. I didn't have to spend 100 dollars on a cab after all! That cab driver didn't even have a license, and I can't believe he tried to ask for more money…" The three-day deadline passes, and the kidnappers keep their word, letting me hear the gunshot myself. As I clutch Mom's cold, dead body, Alicia calls me out of nowhere. "Hey, honey. I just completed the escort mission. How are things on your end? Have the kidnappers released her?" I look down at Mom. Her eyes will never open again. I gently wipe the blood off her face as I reply to Alicia in an eerily calm voice, "Yeah. They have."

Love isn’t in Jett Byrd’s agenda. For a powerful man like him, love is an unnecessary emotion, and what he needs is a convenient wife. Amanda is supposed to be the answer — she has the perfect background, the fame, and the upbringing but the woman is blinded by love. Crazed, in fact. On their wedding day, Amanda left him on the altar, so he has no choice but to turn to their stunning, unforgettable wedding planner — Lilac Carter. Lilac is the epitome of everything that isn’t him — warm, pure, and naive. She was scammed out of her money by her accountant. How stupid can she be? He believes they have nothing in common. But this naive woman is the one that brought light back into his dark world. The woman who set his heart on fire, and makes his body tingle with passion that he has buried inside him. Their lives intertwined because of their contract marriage. The lies, the passion, and the danger brought them together, but how can they survive it all enough to admit to each other that they’re meant to be? And that their marriage is just more than a contract? That they have the bucket list for a perfect marriage?

Dizen Lopez grew up a life he always had everything he could wish for because of money, power and wealth their clan holds and as the heir of the family, he should be as perfect as his life on every responsibility given to him. Then there's this young lady, Elizabeth Castro, who's the total opposite of Dizen. She grew up in a poor environment, far from city, always dreaming for the best in her life and wishing to be rich like others but, unfortunately, she's not blessed with talent and intelligence—even diligence and perseverance are out of her coverage. However, she still wants to survive and doesn't want to die poor. Destiny played its role very well, made an incident that ensued to the part where the poor woman met the rich man and asked her if she is for rent. Elizabeth accepted Dizen's offer to be his lover in exchange of money. There's no way she'd done it only for her own sake but she did it for her loved ones-for them to accept her and prove she's not the black sheep of the family. Now that Dizen's bucket list are almost completed, Elizabeth does not have any idea what is that bucket list for and the man had no intention to talk about it anymore. He's at this point where he will keep it a secret till death. But as they say, secrets will never be secrets forever. Elizabeth figured it out and she was all surprised when she knows that history might repeat itself again. How will she able to handle Dizen's secret when it is not just a bucket of list but there's something else deeper than it.

My son spiked a sudden high fever, scorching like a flame under my touch. I frantically dialed 911 for help, but the dispatcher on the line kept repeating questions, dragging it out. By the time the ambulance siren finally wailed in the distance, my son had already grown cold and still in my arms. Less than a year later, my husband and I split up amid endless grief and finger-pointing. I dragged on like an empty shell until one day I got an e-invite to his wedding. The moment I clicked the voice message, my blood ran cold. The bride's voice echoed exactly like that sluggish dispatcher from back then. In a breakdown, I bolted out of the house and got caught in the path of a speeding subway train, plunging me into darkness. When I opened my eyes again, my son's cries pierced the air from the next room, his forehead blazing hot against my palm. My husband thrust the phone toward me. "Quick, call 911! I'll grab a cold compress." My hands trembled as I dialed, and a chillingly familiar voice answered, "Hello, 911 emergency services."