Bane Of My Existence Origin

My boss, who made me work overtime every single day, finally got what was coming to him. Somehow, he got connected to my new keyboard. It was like he was synced to it. His face flushed red, his eyes brimming with tears. "Don't type anymore," he begged. I just smiled and nudged the mouse. "Don't move the mouse either!" 'Do you expect me to just stop because you said so? Wouldn't that make me look pathetic?' I thought to myself. I kept working until midnight. Just as I was about to leave, I glanced down. The carpet at my boss's feet was soaked through. I figured he must have knocked over his glass of water.

I pushed the door open and saw Giovanna standing there in my silk robe—my gift from Enzo—and wearing my heirloom pendant. She lifted a brow and mocked me, “The robe fits, the pendant’s mine, and you—get out.” I grabbed Enzo, demanding an explanation, but he shoved a fake contract in my face, saying, “You signed it.” “I did not. Stop lying!” I snapped. He snapped at me, “This is family business. You know nothing.” It seemed three years together was nothing but an act. That very night, I ran away to Milan. I had nowhere to go and no one to turn to until Mark showed up out of nowhere. “Don’t be scared,” he said. “I’ve got you. As long as I’m around, no one touches you.” He protected me, and for a moment, I really thought I’d finally found someone I could rely on. However, when we were practicing at the shooting range later, I stared at him. “Why are you helping me?” I asked. “And don’t tell me it’s because of that mess I left behind.” His eyes flickered for a second before he answered, “Just trust me. That’s all you need to do.” Something about the way he said it made my stomach twist. This whole disaster was all one giant setup. And now here I am, gripping a gun, fighting for justice, but am I really avenging myself? Or was I already someone else’s pawn from the very beginning?

My name is Violet. I was the consigliere to the Leon mafia family in New York, and I wrote the rules of this city’s underworld myself. Yet, the man I had kept by my side for ten years, Drake Leon, was now trampling all over them. Ten years was more than enough time for a stray dog to grow into a wolf that can stand on its own. A decade ago, he was hacked to pieces by enemies on the streets of Brooklyn. Covered in blood, he crawled to me like a dying dog. I took him in. I put a gun in his hand. I taught him the rules of the mafia. Step by step, using my position as the Leon mafia family’s consigliere, I groomed him to become the boss of the Manhattan port district. Ten years later, he controlled the most valuable port under the Leon family for me, and for another woman, he framed her in standing grace. When that girl named Lina showed up pregnant, wearing the blue diamond necklace my mother left me, and sat in the seat that was supposed to be mine, I didn’t lose my temper. Instead, I had someone take the pathology report from the hospital, along with the child, seal them in a gift box, and deliver them to Drake’s new estate. Half an hour later, the study door was kicked open. He stormed in, drenched in night rain, carrying the scent of gunpowder. The barrel of his gun pressed straight against my forehead. “Violet.” He stared at me, his eyes bloodshot. “You touch her child, and I’ll make sure you’re buried with her.” I stayed seated by the fireplace. I didn’t move. I simply pushed a document to the center of the table. “Don’t rush into madness.” I looked up at him and continued, “As of fifteen minutes ago, I’ve frozen three warehouses under your name, two shipping routes, and seven offshore accounts.” Only then did his expression finally change. I smiled faintly, my voice soft. “Drake, you seem to have forgotten something. The reason for your accomplishments today isn’t because you know how to pull a trigger. It’s because I allowed you to live.”

It all started when Athena opened the back door of the coffee shop to a mysterious but handsome man in a wheelchair. Athena always thought that she was just an ordinary person. Little did she know that she will be saving one of the greatest Alpha in the world, who turned out to be her boss, Mr. Drake. Since then an invisible red string had already tied their fate. A wolfless Alpha and a Powerful Luna, two broken souls that belong to two different worlds, or so they thought. As secrets of their past chase them down, tearing them apart, making them deny what they feel for each other. But the moon goddess has other plans for them. And just like magnets, the invisible red thread always pulls them back together. *************"Athena, you know my wolf has not made a comeback. Aside from that, you have not shifted yet. But I want to mark you, I want to claim you, I want to make you mine.” Drake lay down beside me, I lay on my side so that I am facing him. He rested his head on his right hand as he looked down at me, eyes filled with so much affection. "I want you to be my Luna," my heart skipped a beat upon hearing him say these words. “But I know that it's not possible right now,” there was a hint of sadness in his voice but when his eyes lock into mine I see no sign of sadness, instead, it was filled with so much hope."That's why I want to make a proposal,” my breath hitches as I wait with so much anticipation as to what he has to say. "Let me claim you in a different way. Let me make love to you.”

Have you ever had a crush on your best friend and you didn't dare confess to him because you're afraid of being rejected and losing your friendship? You'd rather remain a friend forever than lose him. That's my fate, my name is Amy and I had a secret crush on my best friend, he's the Alpha Prince of West wood Pack and the school's most popular bad boy. Well I decided to keep my crush a secret, not until my 18th birthday and everything changed when I found out I was mated to two people and one of them is my best friend and the other is his Enemy.

"You were flirting with my client right in front of me, I knew you were trying to get back at me, well you won! Because I'm so mad that I'm going to punish you for it!" He pushed me inside, grabbed my lips and kissed me roughly. "There will be no time for foreplay…" ------------------------------------------------------ I never thought I could meet Carl again, at my darkest moments. “GET OUT OF MY OFFICE OR SUCK MY DICK” He screamed at me. I flushed with embarrassment, how could the gentleman I had secretly in love with for years become this grumpy? Yet still, he is hot as hell and I want him so badly. The first time I saw Carl, he was the heir of Manson Empire, and I was nobody but a little intern. He was successful and respected, yet always being caring and gentle. I was clumsy and shy, yet full of dreams and ambition. He had never laid an eye on me, but he was always the beacon lighting up my world. Until my world collapsed. So I ran.

In my previous life, my father gathered my sister Sarah and me and ordered us to choose a mate from the Alphas of the three great wolf packs: Black Fang, Red Claw, and Silverwind. Both of us set our sights on the same man—the most powerful Alpha among them all, Red Claw’s Alpha, Rhett. However, my father had always favored Sarah. Without giving me a choice, he forced me into a political marriage with Blake, the slightly weaker Alpha of the Black Fang pack. Meanwhile, Sarah got exactly what she wanted and married Rhett. At the time, no one expected what would happen next. After I became pregnant, Blake suddenly awakened the hidden power within his bloodline—the legendary strength of the Black Wolf. Overnight, he rose to become the most powerful Alpha of all. From that moment on, he treated me with endless tenderness, indulged my every wish, and never once raised his voice to me. Meanwhile, Sarah’s life with Rhett turned into a nightmare. Day after day, she endured his fists and cruelty. Her body was constantly covered in bruises and wounds. The jealousy consumed her until she finally lost control. One day, she forced poisonous wolfsbane down my throat. I died in unbearable agony, both the child in my womb and I. In my final moments, as my life faded away, I saw someone rushing toward me. It was Seville, the silent Alpha of the Silverwind pack, the man who had barely spoken a word the entire time. Yet, he was the one holding my lifeless body, crying uncontrollably. … When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day we were meant to choose our mates. This time, Sarah moved first. She deliberately seduced Blake before I could even approach him. Only then did I realize that she, too, had been reborn. She looked at me with open provocation, her lips curling into a smug smile. “You’re… too late.” I smiled brightly in return. Then, I chose the least favored Alpha of them all, Seville. She could go ahead. Blake was all hers. All the torment Blake inflicted on me in my previous life, she can have it this time.

I was reborn. Opening my eyes on the sofa, the television flickered before me, broadcasting another financial news segment about my husband, Jasper Brolin. The Alpha of the Moonblood pack, a man who had sat at the top of the billionaire list for years, was speaking with his usual cool authority. Broad-shouldered and sharp-featured, he carried an air of cold command that made him untouchable. Whenever he stepped into the public eye, the crowd surged with screams and breathless admiration. My marriage to him was the envy of our entire circle, and every woman wished to step into my shoes. As I watched the screen, memories of my tragic death in my last life came rushing back, sending a quiet ache through my chest. My wolf rumbled low in my chest. "So we're back. Now what?" "Break the bond," I whispered. "I'm leaving him." "He'll never agree to that." "That's why I need her help," I replied, thinking of the woman I had always disliked—Halle. Halle walked into the café, a smug smirk was plastered on her face. Having grown up alongside Jasper, she was regarded as his inner circle, and people never failed to give her the highest courtesy. I slid a mate-bond dissolution document across the table. "I need your help, Halle. And of course, there's something in it for you too." She glanced through the papers, suspicion flashing in her eyes. "Are you leaving him?" she asked. My voice was calm, "Maybe you're the one he really wants by his side." In my last life, I was the perfect Mrs. Brolin, envied by all, yet never the one he held closest. This time, I would take my unborn pup and leave quietly.

After a bitter falling out with her mother, Mavi decides to leave her past behind and seek a connection with a father she barely knows. In a quiet and reserved town, she tries to rebuild her life, facing not only the wounds of her mother’s rejection, but also the watchful eyes of a new reality. What Mavi didn’t expect was that a chance encounter with a stranger would awaken a desire that would consume her — and, even more shocking, this man turns out to be Alexandre Xavier, the most respected surgeon in the region and her father’s best friend. Amidst unexpected encounters, heavy glances and conversations interrupted by tense silences, an undeniable attraction begins to take root — an attraction that neither of them can deny. Alexandre, always the calm and disciplined professional, finds himself undone under the weight of emotions he has never allowed himself to feel, leading him to question everything he knew about loyalty, love and desire. My Father’s Best Friend is My Love is a story of forbidden attraction, challenging boundaries and a love that defies reason. How far can you go for a love that is born from the impossible?

Tyler never wanted an Alpha, especially not someone like Landon Hayes. At Ridgecrest Academy, Landon is at the top of the food chain—dominant, arrogant, and used to getting everything he wants. But Tyler isn’t like the other Omegas who fall at his feet. Defiant and independent, he’s determined to finish his year and leave without ever being claimed. Landon has other plans. The moment Tyler caught Landon’s eye, it was game over. Tyler’s quiet defiance and refusal to submit ignite something in Landon he can’t ignore. For the first time, Landon is chasing someone who doesn’t want to be caught. At Ridgecrest, the rules are simple: the strongest Alpha gets what he wants. And Landon Hayes wants Tyler. *** “You—” he starts to say, but his voice catches. I see his pupils dilate, his lips parting as he tries to push back against what’s happening. I let the red flash in my eyes, just for a second, enough to show him who’s in control here. It’s not about scaring him—it’s about reminding him of the natural order of things. The way this has always been meant to go. “Submit,” I growl. He whines. It’s quiet, barely audible, but I hear it. His body betrays him for just a second, his knees wobbling as his head lowers, shoulders hunching in instinctual submission. His eyes flick away, and I can see it—the brief moment where his will cracks. And god, it’s intoxicating. That split second of submission is all I need to know that he’s mine. He might fight it, but his body knows. His scent tells me everything I need to know. It’s only a matter of time before he breaks completely, before he’s begging for it.