Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee

Sonia Martinez, 20, has eyes that have seen too much and a heart armored by a childhood scarred by domestic warfare. Screams, slammed doors, and broken promises defined her early years, teaching her that love is a dangerous illusion. Emotional walls weren't a choice—they were survival. While others dreamed of romance, Sonia became a fortress, determined never to fall victim to heartbreak. Then comes Alex Rodriguez—charming, persistent, and exactly the kind of man she’s sworn to avoid. Their first meeting crackles with tension; the second ignites a chemistry too intense to ignore. But Sonia is no easy conquest. To her, relationships are emotional landmines, and she’s not about to let her guard down. Yet Alex isn’t easily shaken. With a shadowed past and secrets of his own, he’s determined to prove that not all love stories end in pain. As danger looms and old wounds resurface, Sonia faces a pivotal choice: cling to the safety of her walls or risk everything for a chance at healing. Their story isn’t just about falling in love—it’s about surviving it.

Faith and Atlas were immensely in love with each other. Both were childhood lovers until Atlas had to go to another country for business purposes. He promised his love he will come back for her and told her to wait for him. What will happen when Atlas comes back but with a surprise....a surprise that will end up wounding a heart?.......... "I hate you. You are a whore, a manipulating bitch, get out of my face and stay away from my wife" ******************* "I love my wife and will only love her, the love I once had for you died long ago. You are nothing to me, nothing. You are only trash in my eyes" ********************* "I...I lied....I lied.....It was me, it was all me. She did n-nothing. I was j-jealous of her.....I w-wanted to steal you away from her...I b-beg you...p-please find her for me....I w-want to ask for f-f-forgiveness e-even i-if i d-don't deserve it.......I w-want to s-s-see her b-before I-I t-take my l-last breath" ****************** "I-I'm s-so sorry my love" ******************* "I-I l-love you so much my angel, you mean the world to me. Please c-come back to me" *********************** "Daddy why does mommy hate me?" he cried in his father's arms. "Shhhh, she doesn't hate you. Mommy loves you a lot"......... **************************** "Please angel, P-please....I was the one who hurt you, who betrayed you but that child has no mistake in this, he is innocent, he craves for a mother's love" "I am not his mother and never will be. Get yourself and that child out of my life" she said coldly with blank expressions. A story about a girl who started to hate the word called Love "Love is only for the weak" she said

Just because his first love's younger brother accidentally fell into Shadow River, my Alpha mate, Ethan Horn, forced me, the only Spirit Soother of our pack, to go and rescue him. When I sank to the bottom of the river, I chose not to save him. When the man was pulled out of the river, the healer lamented, "If it were a few minutes earlier, Leo might have been saved. What a pity." Ethan's first love, Serafina Pike, had her wolf soul shut off and soon passed away because she missed her younger brother, Leo Pike. From that moment on, Ethan, who had once loved me, hated me to the core. Without giving me a chance to explain, he slit my throat with a silver blade and ruthlessly sealed my wolf soul. Later, he believed the heresy of the witch about soul sacrifice and nailed me and our young daughter in coffins before burying us alive by Shadow River as sacrifices to resurrect his beloved Serafina. In the end, the woman he deeply loved did not come back to life, and my daughter and I died with endless resentment. When I reopened my eyes, I had returned to the night when Ethan forced me to jump into the river to save Leo. I tied up the specially made rope and asked him for the last time, "Are you really sure that you can bear the consequences after I rescue him?"

Natasha Amery. A sheltered young girl who recently lost her mother. Raising her younger sister, Gia, in hopes to find a better life for the two of them like she promised her mother. She tried her best to escape her abusive father, but the second she turned 18, he sold her to Lorenzo Romano. The most deranged, ruthless man imaginable. Known as the devil on earth. Lorenzo Romano, hands stained crimson red. He had killed more men in his life than everyone in the famiglia combined. He didn't feel emotion. He had killed his brother with his bare hands at just 16. But the moment he laid eyes on her, he felt. He felt emotions he believed weren't real. An overwhelming need to protect her at all costs. She was the only thing that could fix the devil. After vowing to never touch her in order to keep her innocence, his obsession grows stronger. But when Lorenzo's vindictive uncle buys Natasha for him, he does everything to avoid her in hopes to keep her safe and innocent. But when he simply places a mask over his face making her fall into his arms, can he stay away knowing how she truly felt? Their love story was one of death and despair. it was never to happen. love forged in the hands of the devil for an angel. It was like she had broken the devil.

Her family was betrayed by the beta of the Moonstone pack, her father got killed along with her mother whom the pack never accepted because she is a white elder witch of the decade coven and her only brother who was supposed to succeed her . She was just five years old when this tragedy befalls her but she got saved by her mother's sister who took her into hiding. Years later, she returned as a hybrid hiding her identity, and vowed to destroy the entire monsoon pack because they are all traitors who took her family from her even if it means killing her destined mate, the new alpha of the Moonstone pack. Her name is Adriana, but the question is will she be able to kill her mate?

What if you woke up in an unfamiliar bedroom and find out that you got kidnapped? What if you find out that you have magical powers? What would you do if your beloved got murdered that very day? And what if you fall in love with the murderer? Particularly, I would call myself insane but the case was a lot different with Cressida. Cressida, a girl with a goddess like face and body, perfect grades and with a promising future, will face an incident which will bring a great turn in her life, will make a predictable future turn into an unpredictable one. All the kids with the magic manipulation powers will be kidnapped by a mysterious academy; one which promises to guide them to the right path and help them learn how to use their powers. But what will make their lives more astounding, will be the secrets that will keep unfolding, thanks to Cressida and her 4 more friends. The Prophecy states that 4 Keystone Diamonds, will come, their loyalty bounded to the Queen of Magic Manipulation Powers, and the fate of the century old powers will rest in her hands. But what else lays behind the Prophecy, that the academy tends to keep hidden? Will Cressida be able to unravel the mysteries, handle the surprises, heat of the undesirable love, and beat her mysterious enemies? Follow the adventure of Cressida with her friends to have fun at an amazing ride of bunch of genres, all at once!

When disgraced journalist Elliot Dorne receives an anonymous invitation to Wintercroft Hall—a decaying mansion on a fog-shrouded island—he is promised the story of a lifetime. But upon his arrival, Elliot finds himself among six strangers, each with their own shadowy past. Their enigmatic host, the frail and reclusive Vivienne Ashworth, claims she has summoned them to reveal a deadly truth about the Ashworth family legacy. Before she can confess, Vivienne collapses, and chaos ensues. A violent storm traps the guests on the island, and the discovery of a gruesome murder sets paranoia ablaze. As Elliot uncovers cryptic messages, hidden rooms, and a chilling photograph that ties him to the Ashworth family, he realizes that nothing about this gathering is random. With the mansion’s dark history unraveling and secrets surfacing at every turn, Elliot must confront the ghosts of his own past to survive. But the deeper he digs, the clearer it becomes—someone inside Wintercroft Hall is playing a deadly game, and not everyone will make it out alive. When disgraced journalist Elliot Dorne is invited to the remote and crumbling Wintercroft Hall, he’s promised the story that could save his career. But the mansion’s sinister halls conceal more than just secrets—they harbor a legacy of betrayal, murder, and lies. Elliot is joined by six strangers, all summoned by the enigmatic Vivienne Ashworth. Frail and reclusive, she claims to know the truth about their darkest sins. Before she can reveal anything, a violent storm cuts them off from the outside world—and the first body is discovered. As cryptic messages and chilling clues emerge, Elliot realizes that his connection to the Ashworth family runs deeper than he could have imagined. Someone in Wintercroft Hall knows the truth about his past, and they’ll stop at nothing .

Just because I ate one chicken leg more than my brother, my father kicked me out of the house in the middle of a snowstorm. Later on, my father of an archeologist dug up my body. Due to my missing head, he did not recognize me. Even when he saw that the body had the same scars as I did, he did not care. Later on, my mother dug out my heart and showed it to her students. "Today, we will study the heart of someone with congenital heart disease." She once said she would recognize me no matter what I looked like. Mom, now that the only thing left of me is my heart, do you still recognize me?

Zamani Araya is a masochist and a sociopath. Despite her antisocial personality disorder, she tries so hard to connect with her feelings. When someone kills her brother, she is left with no other option than to find the person and end them slowly. But what happens when she falls for her brother's murderer? Will she choose her new flame over revenge? "Mournful that day, when from the dust shall rise, guilty men to be judged."

Before our wedding, my fiancée, Sarah Hargrave—a professor of medieval history—held a private ceremony in a secluded chapel in the countryside. But not with me. Under the glow of candlelight, she cradled Benjamin Wheeler—her first love, his face gaunt from the cancer consuming him—in her arms. Her smile was soft, almost reverent, as she murmured, "In the eyes of God, vows made before the altar are the only ones that matter. Even if the law says I belong to Daniel, my soul was never his." And so, to the faint echo of hymns and the scent of old incense, they drank from the same silver cup, exchanged rings, and stepped together into the dimly lit sacristy—their makeshift bridal chamber. I watched. Silent. Motionless. No outbursts, no demands for explanation. Just the quiet dialing of a clinic to undo the vasectomy I'd gotten for our future. From fifteen to thirty, I had loved Sarah for fifteen long years. But in all that time, there'd never been room for me. That space had always belonged to Benjamin, my stepbrother. So I let her go. Afterward, I joined a geological research team bound for the isolation of Antarctica—a land cut off from the world, quiet and clean. Before I left, I handed Sarah a divorce agreement…and a final gift to mark the end. I never anticipated that Sarah, who'd always met my devotion with frosty detachment, who'd never once glanced back as I walked away, would look ten years older overnight.