Angrily Sentence

Three months… that’s all Amelia is given to live. Married to a cold billionaire Alpha who never loved her and betrayed by the stepsister who stole her hero story, Amelia refuses to die quietly. She asks for a divorce, walks away from the pack house and starts a revenge that shakes werewolf royalty. But when she falls into the arms of the Alpha’s dangerous brother, she discovers the mate bond chose the wrong man... and her death sentence may hide a terrifying secret.

"You'll be a promising slut". That was the last sentence she heard her uncle say as he whisked Skai away from her mother's arms, she could hear her struggling voice as she was trampled upon and Skai, sold to the world. In a world where males are given accolades for portraying evil, Skai makes it her quest to destroy and exact revenge on the two monsters that took away her happiness, even if it means disguising herself and learning the skills of a male to fit in the male world.

When Noah, alpha of the Lykos pack, proposes a two-year marriage agreement to Charlotte, she's desperate enough to accept. With nothing to lose and a death sentence looming, she agrees to become his wife and bear him an heir. But as they navigate their fake marriage turned real passion, secrets threaten to tear them apart. Noah's pack is cursed, and Charlotte's connection to the enemy could spell doom. As war erupts and loyalties are tested, can their love survive the darkness of their fate? Or will Noah be forced to choose between his pack and the woman he's destined to love?

Seven years into our marriage, I went to the hospital as usual to bring Jason Gunn lunch. But as I stood outside his office, I overheard his colleagues teasing him about a patient, calling her his girlfriend. To my shock, Jason didn't deny it—he simply smiled and allowed it. I placed the lunchbox down and turned to leave. He rushed after me, angrily accusing me of being unreasonable. "Zara is just a patient, someone who had surgery. She can't be stressed out. I'm a doctor! Can't you, as my wife, understand that?" In the past, I would have exploded, causing a scene and making the entire hospital chaotic. But now, I didn't care anymore.

Belladonna; the devil's favorite flower, a slow sentence of death. Silence, pain and insanity. Artemisia was born being the poisonous root of the family, the shadow on the wall that everyone tried not to see. A legend has fallen upon her since childhood: be loved by her and death will come to you as the poisoning by belladonna, slowly and painfully. As a way to escape from her mother's suffocating wings, Artemisia moved into her great aunt's mansion in to start over and wipe all the blood on her hands. But no matter where it is planted, a poisonous plant will always leave its trail morbid.

Six years ago, Elara Wynters lost everything in a single night— her husband, her home, and her dignity as a wife. Before another woman and a baby that wasn’t hers, her husband, Liam Ashford, looked her straight in the eyes and said coldly: “I don’t know her.” That single sentence erased the entire life they had built together. Broken and bleeding inside, Elara walked away without looking back. But in her departure, she carried with her three small reasons to keep living.

She needs him for her revenge. He needs her to escape an arranged marriage. Trapped and abused by her family, Zoe Thorne bets everything on a single, desperate gamble: seducing Aaron Kael, her own aunt’s cold, powerful fiancé. What begins as a cold, physical bargain soon ignites into a haunting battle of wills. When two individuals burdened by dark secrets clash, their collision sparks a passion that could burn down all their enemies... or consume them both. Will a love born from hatred be their path to redemption, or a death sentence for them both?

In the third year of our marriage, my husband's first love got a divorce. He gave her the forty-five thousand dollars we had saved for a house because she was left with nothing and struggling to make ends meet. I urged him to ask for the money back, but he pointed at my face and angrily shouted, "You used to be so gentle and virtuous—what happened? Why are you so selfish, so shallow now?" "Is forty-five thousand dollars really worth you making a fuss over?" "Chloe is starting over with nothing, raising a child on her own. Don't you feel any sympathy for her?" Fine. He was noble, he was merciful. I did not argue further, because the one who needed money for cancer treatment was him, not me.

Debby Alessandro received a sudden text from her fiancee that he had anulled their engagement. Terribly heartbroken, she ran to her bestfriend's house to cry out her sorrow but she unexpectedly saw her fiancee and her bestfriend having s*x. She felt like her heart was being butchured by an heartless murderer. Having no where else to run to, she landed in a club where she angrily and recklessly drank herself to stupor. She unexpectedly woke up naked beside a strange man. She immediately parked her stuff and left the country. She came back five years later with her handsome boy. She didn't expect for her son to get her in trouble by deflating one of the tires of a Mercedes-Maybach. How will she deal with the fact that the owner of the Mercedes-Maybach was not only her CEO but that he also has a striking resemblance with her son?

The discovery of her mate's infidelity and betrayal left Allissa reeling. But when he is accused of a serious crime and leaves her to take the fall, she must face the wrath of the merciless Lycan King. Desperate to protect her pack, Allissa takes the blame and turns herself over to face judgment by the man who rules with an iron fist and show no mercy. But when he arrives, she is drawn to him and is shocked to find out the king is her mate. Will she find mercy or face a cruel fate at the hands of the king? ~excerpt~ Then my eyes landed on the source, his green eyes locking onto mine as he walked directly toward me. His face was taut, and there was an unforgiving look in his eyes. His lips curled up angrily as my lips parted slightly in shock. Oh no, the Lycan King was my mate, and he did not look happy.