Butchered 소설 & 이야기

A Werewolf who wasn't given a name was abused by the ones she thought as her family. Before she turned 18, she was sold to traders who then placed her in an auction like a caged bird. For 3 years no one bought her, and as per rule of the traders, if a product is not saleable for 3-4 years, it will be discarded and make money of the body parts instead. Thus, it was her last chance. And before she was butchered and be skinned to sell her fur, Alpha Raven of Kingston Pack who was present at the auction of her last year, bought her. When he learned that she has no name, he named her Antheia, and treated her like his most precious possession. Everything was going well not until Antheia was found by the Royal family. Turning out that she was the missing Princess and next to the throne, but, it was said that since she was born, she was already betrothed to an Alpha Prince of another region. They took her and separated her from Alpha Raven who was her mate, saying that mate bonds are not a thing for Royal bloods, and they must fulfill the pact they made with the Alpha Prince, threatening her that they would eliminate Alpha Raven and his pack if she won't bend to her family's wishes. What would she do to save her beloved mate? Will it be on her power to cause the War of the Werewolf Royals?

"I don't play games, Miss Moretti. I end them." Celine Moretti has a plan after catching her boyfriend with the new beautiful transfer student. It’s simple, really. Step one: Don't cry. Get even. Step two: Seduce the transfer student’s uncle—the icy, terrifyingly handsome Professor Reed—and destroy his niece’s perfect little life. It was supposed to be a game. A little revenge to soothe a broken heart. Celine thought she was the player. She thought Professor Reed was just a target, a rigid academic with a god complex and a stick up his ass. She was wrong. Professor Reed isn't just a teacher. He is Caelum Morano, the ruthlessly efficient Don of the Morano Crime Family. A man who hides in the halls of academia to hunt the shadow organization that butchered his fiancée. He has spent years perfecting his mask of indifference, living a life of cold solitude, surrounded by a loving but dangerous family he keeps at arm's length. Until Celine walks in. She is chaos in red lipstick. She is defiance wrapped in a short skirt. And she looks exactly like the ghost haunting his dreams. He tries to reject her. He tries to scare her away. "You’re playing with fire, little star," Caelum warned, his hand closing around her throat, not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to own. "And I burned down the world a long time ago." "Then burn me," Celine whispered, trembling not with fear, but with a dark, twisted need. "I’d rather burn with you than freeze alone."

My boy friend Caleb Ford's childhood sweetheart, Julia Leclair, is losing her hair from chemotherapy. So, he orders me to cut mine off and make her a wig. "Julia's allergic to synthetic wigs. You've been growing your hair for ten years—it's perfect." I refuse, but his friends tie me down. Someone shaves my head to the scalp, buzzing through my thick, glossy hair until nothing's left but a butchered mess. Julia sits in her wheelchair and laughs, saying I look like a toad. Caleb smiles and nods in agreement. He adds with a chuckle, "It's just some hair. Was that really necessary?" But back when I was bullied for having uneven, choppy short hair for six straight years, it was he who stood in front of me. He had his arms spread wide as he shielded me from harm. Now he's the one wielding the blade. One by one, their little circle chimes in. They tell me not to hold a grudge against someone who's sick. Caleb snaps impatiently, "Stop trying to talk sense into her. She can get lost! Did you see that fit she threw over a few strands of hair? It's not like they won't grow back." I turn around and walk away. I never look back. Later, I hear that Caleb begs for my forgiveness by kneeling his way up 9000 steps until his knees are ruined.