Answer Socrates

Whenever Rachel Cooper loses it, I know I'm about to get divorced again. I close my eyes. "We are divorcing for the ninth time." Marcus Miller massages his temples and says regretfully, "Vivian, Barry died all of a sudden, leaving his wife and her unborn baby behind. I can't ignore them. Relax. Once the baby's born, we'll remarry. We won't separate ever again!" I remain silent. I already heard this promise eight times before. Barry Miller's sudden death is the reason for Rachel's breakdown. It also caused Marcus and me to divorce for the first time. Back then, Rachel was already pregnant, prompting Marcus to divorce me. He will remarry me once he has comforted her. Over the past nine months, we have married and divorced eight times. Everyone mocks me by calling me the Eight-Ring Wonder. I also find it ridiculous. After I accept the divorce certificate, one of the court staff secretly asks me, "When are you getting married again?" I answer calmly, "There's no next time."

I'm a major suspect in the in-law murder case in Nexford. My husband, Roland Turner, also known as the police chief, personally arrests me. During my trial, the murderer commits yet another murder. The latest victims are killed once again using the same brutal method. Roland kneels on the floor while begging me to tell him the truth. I answer him that I have no idea what it is. At the same time, the victims' families keep screaming at me, wanting to skin me alive for my crimes. Three months later, Roland brings a Memory Decryptor with him. He finds me near a pile of trash. With trembling hands, he pierces two thin needles through my temples. "I'm so sorry, Wendy. I know you're not the murderer, but I just want this slaughterfest to end. I don't want to see anyone else die again. "We can also use this chance to show your memories to everyone. That way, we can find out what the actual truth is." But once he views my memories, he suffers from an emotional breakdown and sinks to his knees.

"You had your chance to escape my punishments but you are so determined to get me angry, I told you there will be consequences for your actions, didn’t I?" She didn't reply. "Answer me." I snarled out. She nodded. "Use your fucking words." "Y-yes." "Good. Now, you know what you're going to do for me?" "No." "Oh, let me enlighten you." I pushed her hair away from her face and gripped her face in my hands. "You're going to fuck yourself. Here, and now." —————————————————————————— Maya is a human who has been living her life with fear and curiosity. Ten years ago, she witnessed her mother being killed by a werewolf with ‘brown' eyes, those eyes never left her memory for that she hated werewolves and had sworn to kill that werewolf. With that incident in mind, she goes out to seek her revenge. She hides her identity as a human because she is aware of what the werewolves do to humans. Being in the land of werewolves Maya rides the rollercoaster of love and mating; where she comes across secrets and transformations that turned her life upside down.

"Let's get a Divorce!" Rose said with tears rolling down her cheeks. Ethan paused, like he hadn't heard her correctly, "What?" "I'm divorcing you, Ethan! I'm tired of this!" Rose threw her hands in the air in fruatration. Ethan's eyes darkened, his jaw ticked as he stepped closer. He was so close to Rose that she could feel his heat making it hard to breathe. "I'm the only one who can end this marriage and I assure you Rose," He said in a dangerously low tone, "I have no intentions of divorcing you." .......... She thought marriage would be the answer, that after crushing on him for over fifteen years it would finally pay off. Rose was the perfect wife, and slowly Ethan started to warm towards her but everything came crashing down when the love of his life returned. it was then that she realized she was just warming the bed and he would never choose her. But is that how Ethan felt? Had his feelings changed and he wanted Rose instead? Or was it true she was just a temporary replacement and he wanted his childhood crush back?

When Edna Crossby ditches the marriage registration for the fifth time, I block her contact number and social media accounts on the spot. If she's in any of the social gatherings, I turn down the invitations right away. I'd rather take the long route than walk past the cafe Edna frequents. If she attends a team-building session, I take the day off without hesitation. Even when Edna shows up on my doorstep with gifts in hand on Christmas Eve, I pretend that I'm not home at all. I don't answer any calls from her. I don't respond to texts she sends me. Just like that, I completely fade away from Edna's world. In the past, Edna used to be the focus of my life. My emotions fluctuated all the time because of her. When Edna flakes out on me for the fifth time, I finally snap out of my lovesick stupor. I don't want to live life like this anymore. Rather than getting abandoned time and again, I might as well live my life on my own happily.

I'm Tristan Scott's driver's daughter. Ten years ago, my father died at the hands of Tristan's abductors as he tried to save Tristan. Tristan had held me close and told me, "I'll care for you for the rest of your life on your father's behalf." Later, my mother's cancer relapsed due to her sorrow after losing my father. Before her death, she hoped to see Tristan and me marry. But on the wedding day, Tristan leaves me at the altar. I weep and try to keep him around, but he sneers and says, "You should know where to draw the line—your father gave his life in exchange for the cushy life you now have. That should be enough for you! You're dreaming if you think you can marry me!" In the end, my mother dies without seeing Tristan put a ring on me. That night, his assistant shares an Instagram story. The photo is of her and Tristan's faces plastered to each other as she shows off the ring on her finger. It's captioned, "My answer is yes."

"What is it?" "It's called Dissociative Amnesia Disorder." "Well, what's that?" "It's a memory disorder. It explains your memory loss of that night. But not about how you could forgot your father's name." *** I hate it. I hate that I couldn't remember the name of the person who took care of me. The person who raised me, the person who loved me. I spent years trying to find out. I've read every book, every mission report, every newspaper in the country. But, nada. Nothing of that incident ever reported. It's like it never happened. But I know it did. I remembered it, every single moment. Until everything turns dark. But little did I know, the answer was staring at me the whole time. *** Katrina Clyde, a brilliant girl, the best agent from the Spy Division of La Reu Inc. She's surrounded by friends that support her, whether in the organization or outside the organization. When got called into an important mission, she then found out that this mission could lead her to her missing memory. One that she thought she wanted to retrieve.

Cameron Donnelly, a dashing young werewolf Alpha turned to a vampire at an early age to escape death and ensure the survival of his pack, The Crescent Moon Pack. Davina Pierce, a beauty to behold, running away from her dark saddening past with a lot of secrets and pain. All he wants is to rid his pack of this ancient curse stealing their lives, and causing mayhem. All she wishes for is to forget her true identity and the path she's destined for. Cameron wishes never to find his destined mate, and she couldn't agree less that her love was a complete waste of time. He lives a life always combing for answers while she seeks one of a normal, less interesting tale. What happens when something far greater than any of them has another plan that's quite different from what they have in mind? She's written in his destiny and he's fated to hers. What happens to these two opposite lives, when he discovers that she's the one who holds the answer to his curse and he's the past she desperately wants to avoid? ***EDITING currently in Progress***

"Are you afraid of me, Celina?" The Prince asked huskily, and she shivered at the intense look in his eyes. She didn't answer, making him take a step forward in her direction.He reached over and ran his thumb across her cheekbones, watching her breathing pause as she dared not move beneath the touch of this strange, imposing man. "Well, you should be." *** Celina Roman is a wallflower, shy, reserved but loved by people around her. She cares for her parents and two sisters above all, a fact that's led the eighteen-year-old to do anything for them. What she wasn't expecting was for her family to sell her to the Prince so that they could have money. Prince Javier DeRose is a name better suited for a myth than a man. Like that of the devil, people either whisper it in fear or worship the ground he walks. He is rich, cold, demanding and likes to be all alone in a Dark Palace, protecting his secret. When Celina steps on his doorstep his life changes forever. Filled with secrets and scars, these two individuals are thrown together to live under the same roof. Will they find a way together or forever stay apart? ***

A week after getting into a cold war with Alexander Griffin, his friends drag me to a private room. They drink and smoke inside, not caring that I have asthma. My breathing speeds up and it starts to get difficult for me. My hands tremble as I call Alexander and tell him I'm about to die. However, he's with his childhood sweetheart. He doesn't answer my calls. He finally answers when I'm about to pass out, but all he does is berate me. "You're old enough to know not to be so childish, Isabelle. Why would you think of joking around with your life? "Sasha's injured, and I'm tending to her wound—it's my duty as a doctor. Don't tell me you're jealous over that! For the last time, there's nothing between Sasha and me. It's up to you whether you believe it!" Later, I die in that private room. His friends throw my body into the sea to cover up their crimes. One day, Alexander finds my journal. That's when he loses his mind…