Novel & Cerita A Series Of Unfortunate Events Fanfiction

Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Oh yeah, I forgot there are many other beautiful stories written by me, Mafia and billionaire - Destiny Rebirth and Love - Rebirth of love Fated mates and rejection - His unwanted mate, His unwanted human mate. Please try giving them a read as well and I am sure you will love them. With love, Author Sree.

Author's note 💖 Finally our female and male lead are friends, it should have happened sooner, but here we are 🤷🏾‍♀ don't be deceived by all the calmness, shit Is about to go down soon let us see what happens in the next chapter cause we will know if she gets the scholarship or not same old, don't forget to like, vote and comment God Bless you, Thanks for reading Bye

Unluckily for Anne, it could be an indirect warning of what terrible event is awaiting her. "H-Hey! I suggest you stop what you're planning to do or I — I. . ." The girl quickly stood and squeezed the hems of her skirt. "You what?" the lady chuckled at the trade show of stupidity before her. "I will. . I will — I will tell Uncle Felix you sold his horse off and lost the money on a single night of gambling —" despite her quick talking, Serina immediately caught what she is trying to say and interrupted her. "You brat—" Serina tried to grab her but the agile girl rapidly took her way to escapade.

Hey guys, I apologize - I accidentally included some duplicate chapters in the last update. Sorry about that! I've fixed the issue in this version, so everything should flow correctly now. Thanks for your patience. ~J

It would suck. It's not like I've never dated before. I didn't date until I was in college. Not that I couldn't before then. It's just that high school was a rough period for me. I barely enjoyed my high school experience because of a certain someone hell-bent on making my life miserable. Anyway, that is a story for another time. In college, I dated a guy who loved playing piano. I fell for his music and often went over to the secret room he would play in just to listen to him. I stood outside and peeked at him. I lost my focus one day and he caught me. Turns out he knew I was always listening, so he came there regularly. He liked me and I liked him, so one thing led to another. He was my fi

Any trust went out the window. He claimed so many things, but to April and her mother, they’d always sounded rather lame. He’d been cheated out of mating with his true mate. She’d mated with someone else, and there were rumours that her mate was her true mate. It was a mess. “You’re just going to walk in there and ask for his number? Or what claim he’s your true life companion and you demand to have his number?”

His older brother wanted Alyssa will always be the one to understand him in everything. Sometimes, Ethan wishes for heaven that he would have been Alyssa’s husband so that she would not suffer and be hurt, but fate seems very cruel to him and Alyssa. For him, it was as if Alyssa was being used to being introduced by heaven to make his life miserable. Yes, it is true; his life has been miserable since he met Alyssa and loved her. What is Ethan used to think that just a pity, now it’s more than that? Especially when his older brother got Alyssa pregnant. He still forced himself to accept their fate that they did not mean to be with each other. But he is hurting when he sees his older brother t

“Already done the boombaya?” “We’re contract partners.” I said, the heat rushing to my face. “Contract partners?” Her grin fell into confusion. “How? What?” “Oh my gosh. Mark got with my stepsister, and drained me of my money. I got drunk, slept with your brother, who I ran away from out of utter shame and shock. I went for my interview I told you about and found your brother there as the freaking CEO, and got hired as a contract wife.” I explain, almost in one breath.

Every thread led to the same name. Callum Hale. In my last life, Serena died before Vivian could confront her, and everyone buried the scandal under the word accident. Lucas stood a few steps away from me, his eyes red as he stared at the screen. Graham was behind him, rigid and pale, as if the truth had slapped him in front of the entire room. Serena suddenly pointed at me. “Fake,” she cried. “All of it is fake. Nora made this up to ruin me.” Tears streamed down her face, fast and practiced.

All of the bright colors were uneasy on the eyes, and they made my head hurt even more. Still, I went to the bed and closed my eyes, processing everything that was happening. One moment, my mom was telling me to die, and the next second, I felt like I actually did. However, instead of spawning in the afterlife, I was in my book—the one that had been the subject of my curses. Was the universe taking revenge on me for making the main characters suffer so much before they could achieve a happy ending? Or did my readers succeed in their black magic and successfully transform me to become the most cruel character in my story?