Anakin Burned

In a world where dreams collide with reality, one girl's journey to marry the man who ignited butterflies in her stomach unfolds. Aubrey, a naive and timid soul, was captivated by love at a young age, guided solely by the belief that love knows no boundaries. From the moment Evan Cooper smiled at her, Aubrey fell deeply and irrevocably in love. Little did she know that the rules of society would conspire against her, as a maid daring to love a noble member of society. However, love's flame burned fiercely within Aubrey, and her mother's manipulation would pave the path to an unconventional marriage, turning her into the maid wife of Evan Cooper, a man known for his ruthlessness cold-heartedness, and arrogance. Despite Evan's refusal to acknowledge her, Aubrey clung to her role as his wife, enduring insults and living as an outsider in her own home. But when a sinister conspiracy orchestrated by her mother-in-law and sister-in-law shatters her happiness, Aubrey is cast out, left to question her fate and contemplate a revenge she never thought she'd seek. Will Aubrey rise above the injustices inflicted upon her and reclaim her rightful place? Join her on a tumultuous journey of love, betrayal, and resilience as she seeks retribution for the atrocities committed against her.

The seventh time Claire Fisher bailed on our marriage license appointment, I finally cut her out of my life—for good. From then on, if she was at a party, I wasn't. When she was scheduled to perform at our college's anniversary celebration, I made sure to leave early. The moment my company announced a collaboration with hers, I resigned without a second thought. Even on Christmas Eve, when she showed up at my parents' house with gifts, I slipped out with a half-hearted excuse about "visiting a friend." I blocked her number. Deleted her from my contacts. Burned every bridge and salted the earth behind me. No calls. No texts. No social media. I didn't reach out. She couldn't reach me. Simple as that. For the better part of my life, I was hopelessly in love with her—waiting on her, caring for her, putting her first in every way that mattered. I gave her all of me without ever holding back. But after the seventh time she left me sitting alone at the City Hall, something inside me broke. I was done. If that meant spending the rest of my life alone, so be it. Better that than sitting in an empty apartment, listening to the silence, holding on to hope for someone who never planned to show up.

There's this unspoken rule in werewolf high society: no matter how tight the mate bond is, business banquets mean booking a hostess. Six years into our bond, my Alpha mate—Brian Stormclaw—met one. Louise. A scrappy Omega with too much pride and not enough sense. When he offered her his black card, she pushed it back and said, "I'm not some Alpha's pampered pet." Brian? Instantly hooked. Like the Moon Goddess herself had dropped her in his lap. He chased her like he wanted her mark on every pack crest. But he forgot something—I was the Luna he wrote ninety-nine love letters to before I said yes. I didn't beg. Didn't snap. Every time he chose her over me, I lit another letter. First one burned on our anniversary—he bailed to wait outside Louise's flower shop, just to walk her home. Letter thirty-four? He left me stranded in a dangerous hunting ground to keep her company. Said she was scared of the dark. Fifty-two? Torched the second he replaced our wedding photo with some sketch she made on. ... And when the ninety-ninth turned to ash, so did whatever was left of us. I walked away. For good.

Aurora should have stepped back when Andrews glared at her with anger upon realizing she wasn’t who he expected. His gaze burned, but she held her head high, swallowing her tears and fear, moving forward toward the inevitable. She had no idea who she was truly facing, but Andrews was not her biggest problem. That’s why she was determined to see this through until she got what she needed. At the altar, before everyone, she said "yes" and bound herself to a marriage that was never meant to be hers. Janete, the real bride, had deceived him. She ran away, leaving Aurora in her place without a single explanation. But no one could know why Aurora was there, and now she alone carried the weight of that secret. Andrews, betrayed and humiliated, had no choice but to accept the union, but his heart was consumed by hatred. To him, Aurora was nothing more than an extension of the woman who had deceived him. What he didn’t know was that his new wife was much more than that—his enemy, just like Janete. But he, too, hid secrets about his true past with Janete. Trapped in a web of lies and resentment, how long will Aurora endure the scorn of the man she was forced to marry? And when will Andrews realize that perhaps he married the wrong woman… or the right one, the only one who can make him face what haunts him?

Cammie and Callie the sisters from San Fransisco. Cammie the kind and sensible sister always taking the lead in how and when and where they live, while Callie is the wild, carefree sister, always relying on her sister to do all the responsible stuff. That is until Callie decides it’s time for her to go it alone. Upping-sticks and moving to Chicago, Callie lands a job in a strip club as a waitress. Where she meets the man of her dreams…. After some convincing Callie entices Cammie on a once in a lifetime holiday to Alaska with her new seriously rich boyfriend and his cousin and uncle. With promises of good times, dining out in lavish log cabin hotels and drinking cocktails by the fireplace, while over looking the beautiful Alaskan scenery. The only question is, is Callies new boyfriend everything he say he is? Things take a dark turn and Callie and Cammie find themselves scrambling and fighting for their lives. Will someone find them, help them? Robin, a good, down to earth, hard working, god given, mountain man. Burned from a previous relationship, not sure if he would be able to put himself out there to find someone new. Not wanting to face betrayal and hurt like that again. Content to live his solitary, dream life of running his self sustaining homestead miles away from the nearest town. Little does he know a broken dove by the name of Cammie brings trouble and temptation straight to his door.

"One more step and I will make you regret" He hissed with his burning gaze on me. My body stiffened and I remained still at the same place. His threatening words choked me. I pitied myself for how helpless I'd become. But my intrusive thoughts said otherwise, what if I didn't listen to him and ran further away from him? I felt a pair of hands rise to my shoulder. My breath became unstable feeling his skin on me. "Good girl" he hushed in my ear letting out a silent gasp due the surprise act of his. I think I have just let my mind win over the fear I had for him. ~~~~~~~~~ Aster Di Fazio gets tangled into an arranged marriage with the heir of one the wealthiest families, Adagio Amato-the most feared and filthy rich. He never goes against his parents and hates the idea of commitment. As for Aster, she was a simple girl with a loving heart. She has always been under her parent's shield and was showered with love and comfort-a heart of generosity and happiness. They're opposite to each other in every way possible, but they carry the same last name. This marriage didn't look promising and every member of their family knew that. It is no more than a contract after which all of it will be burned and blown away with wind. Well, that's what everyone thought.

The boy, George Larson, whom I once saved as a child, when he was struggling with asthma, repaid my kindness by imprisoning me for seven long years. "Luna, you're my everything. I won’t let you out of my sight," he said, his voice filled with obsession. He tied my hands and feet, keeping me bound to the bed like a helpless doll, but I did not love him; I wanted to escape. In his madness, he set fire to my family’s ancestral home. The last traces of the Sachs burned to ashes, disappearing into the wind. He said that since my home was gone, I could just live with him and that it would be my new home. However, because I refused to let him touch me, he found someone else—a girl with a beauty mark under her eye, just like mine. The girl, drunk on his affection, thought I was trying to imitate her by faking the same tear-shaped mark. In a fit of jealousy, she gouged out my eyes. My face was covered with tiny, bleeding holes, blood streaming down my body. When George came home, the girl gleefully stuffed me into a trash bag, proud of her handiwork. “George, look! I caught some trash that broke into the house!” George did not even glance at me. He just loosened his tie, his voice calm and detached. “Just toss it where trash belongs.”

The day before the race, I burned my car and announced my withdrawal. Overnight, my fanbase collapsed. Supporters unfollowed in droves, and casual fans turned on me just as viciously. Jasper, the man who had always treated me as his only real rival, put on a show of false concern. “Without him, the race feels too lonely. No matter what, I still hope he’ll return to the track and face me properly.” I sneered. In my previous life, the racecar I had painstakingly modified ended up identical to his. No matter how many videos I released of full recordings of every step I personally took, all Jasper had to do was tearfully tell his fans, “Then let Finn use it. He needs it more than I do. I’ll win on my own strength.” And just like that, I became the shameless thief in everyone’s eyes. Later, the moment I started my car, the components inside exploded, and I was left in a vegetative state. His fans called it karma. Even on the day my fiancée pulled out my oxygen tube and watched me die, I still couldn’t understand. Why had everything that belonged to me—my career, my girlfriend—all become Jasper’s? When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the race schedule was first announced.

Being at the peak of her career allows Celine Princessa to freely pursue her goal; the destruction of Desmond's family. She didn't care about the label that would continue to be attached to her forehead; the home wrecker. All she cared about was that Desmond knew she still existed. "Are you sure you're doing this?" The man's forefinger played on Celine's seductively exposed shoulder. From the reflection of the mirror in front of them, Celine smiled. The model said, "I'm sure. But can I ask for conditions?" The man slightly twisted Celine's body. There was a melodious squeal from Celine's sexy lips full of temptation. also, a crisp laughter that made his heart tremble even more. Desiring. Because it's been a month since they met. He made sure; this room would be full of sighs from both of them. "Whatever you want, Baby." "Turn off your cell phone, Uncle. I don't like your wife calling." The man laughed. "That's it?" "That's all." Unfortunately, Celine had no idea that she was trapped. In a love that burned with passion and also shouldn't exist. Where that feeling made Celine feel alive and no longer empty. How will Celine get through this, when she falls under the spell of a married man and is suddenly selfish about wanting to possess her?

"There’s no way I would ever spawn a child for a violent and bloodthirsty man like you." - WILLA CORALINE ALFIERO "Keep this in mind, Miss Alfiero… I would rather end the Wick bloodline than continue it with the likes of you." - GALLAHAN WICK Willa Alfiero had once naively thought she could fix her fated mate's twisted beliefs after she met him in the middle of a bloody battle. But her optimism was quickly burned to ashes when she learned that her fated mate was no ordinary enemy, but was actually Gallahan Wick. The General of the Culling Army. Son of the Alpha King. The tyrant who conquered and looted multiple human kingdoms. Willa couldn’t bear to surrender to the side Gallahan belonged to, much less turn a blind eye to his twisted and cruel acts, even though nature and instinct dictated her to stay with him. So, she ran away. She was also forced to retreat as a Warrior of her pack and as a soldier of the ongoing war between the League of the Moon and the Culling Army. Not because her mind and heart had been swayed. Not because she wasn’t brave enough to fight Gallahan in another battle. But because she was pregnant, and she intended to keep her children hidden from their tyrannical father. But no secret could stay as a secret forever. Gallahan was bound to find out about the existence of his children. With their opposing beliefs and strained past, would their tie as fated mates be enough to bring their family back together?