روايات وقصص ضمن Catastrophic Priest

She was sold as a breeder. He bought her for three hundred coins. Neither expected the mate bond that would destroy them both. 🌺 Isabella never had a wolf. Labeled defective and sold to Alpha Nolan of Silvermoon Pack, she was nothing more than a body to use and discard. But on her eighteenth birthday, when she enters his chambers, the impossible happens—the mate bond ignites between them. Alpha Nolan feels it too. But he's in love with Luna Giselle, his beautiful betrothed. He refuses to accept a wolfless omega as his fated mate. After a night of cruel passion, he rejects Isabella publicly, shattering the bond and her heart. Heartbroken and hunted by Giselle's assassins, Isabella flees into the forest. Rescue comes from Alpha Kieran of Crescent Moon Pack, who discovers her shocking truth: Isabella isn't a werewolf at all. She's a lycan princess, stolen as an infant and lost to her royal family for eighteen years. And the pregnancy growing inside her—Alpha Nolan's child—has awakened her dormant powers and her wolf. A wolf unlike any other: pink-furred, ancient, and powerful beyond measure. Three months later, Alpha Nolan arrives at Crescent Moon for a treaty renewal, still haunted by a bond that refuses to die. When he discovers Isabella alive, pregnant, and revealed as lycan royalty, he realizes his catastrophic mistake. But it's too late. Alpha Kieran has found Isabella's true lycan mate, and Luna Giselle is plotting with vampires to destroy the woman who threatens everything. Caught between the mate who rejected her, the destined mate waiting for her, and a vengeful Luna with deadly secrets, Isabella must embrace her power as the pink wolf and choose her own fate. "You rejected me when I was nothing. Now I'm everything you can't have."

I successfully disappeared for five years. Five. Whole. Years. Do you understand how hard that is when you're internationally hunted, emotionally unstable, and raising a five-year-old child who thinks hiding under restaurant tables counts as "stealth mode"? I had a plan. Disappear quietly. Protect my daughter. Never see Caelan Valecrest again. Simple. Effective. Emotionally catastrophic, sure, but effective. Except apparently the universe looked at my suffering and said, "Needs more comedy." Because after five years of hiding from corrupt billionaires, secret syndicates, and people who think illegal human experimentation is a fun hobby… I got exposed by a child with pigtails and zero survival instincts. "Daddy!" That's what Kaeliviane yelled. In public. Directly at Caelan Valecrest. Do you know what kind of spiritual damage that causes a person? Caelan froze. I froze. Even the waiter carrying champagne froze. Meanwhile, my daughter was smiling proudly like she'd just solved world hunger instead of detonating my entire life. Now Caelan keeps appearing everywhere "coincidentally." Sir, you are the CEO of Valecrest Global Holdings. You do not accidentally appear at playgrounds carrying strawberry milk and dinosaur bandages. And why is he good with children?! One minute he's terrifying billionaires in boardrooms, the next he's kneeling on the ground helping Kaeliviane bandage her stuffed rabbit because apparently "Mr. Bunbun had emotional damage." Traitorously, she adores him. Absolutely obsessed. Yesterday she told me, very seriously: "Mommy, Daddy looks scary but his eyes become sparkly when he sees me." I nearly passed away. Meanwhile, I'm trying very hard to survive secret organizations hunting my family, assassins who don't believe in personal space, emotional trauma, and the deeply unfortunate realization that I might still be stupidly in love with Caelan Valecrest. Honestly, being chased by international syndicates was less stressful.

Their naked bodies were shipping against each other. Her sapphire glossy orbs were staring at his brown eyes. "I love you, Cia. I love you to the extent that I will end and taint that life which would even think about taking you away from me," The firmness of his words were evident in his darkened eyes. "Even if it's your life," he rasped against her mouth. They both knew his love was irrational, an obsession for her. They loved each other enough, especially for her to let his love taint her existence. "I love you, Zale," And her words were enough to make him lose everything in her. She beautifully moaned his name as soon his warmth engulfed her deepest depth which made both of them close their eyes in pleasure, but they had never in their worst ever thought that their eyes would have to witness that thing which their future had stored for them. His deep brown orbs were staring at her who was clad in a beautiful white gown. Her sapphire orbs were downcast as she was standing at the altar but the irony was she was not his bride but his brother's. "Do you, Mr Blake Alcazar, take Miss Celia Reyes as your lawfully wedded wife?" The priest's voice echoed, causing him to fist his palm and her heart to turn numb. "I do," A tear slipped from her eyes, hearing that person's answer who was standing in front of her and feeling those brown eyes penetrating her soul. "Do you, Miss Celia Reyes, take Mr Blake Alcazar as your lawfully wedded husband?" Those deep brown eyes turned predacious and her answer turned them voraciously vicious. "I do," she answered. An answer which sealed two destinies, which shattered two hearts and TAINTED two souls.

Christmas Eve was meant to be the culmination of seven years of long-distance longing—the day Lorenzo finally slid an engagement ring onto my finger. Instead, a sudden emergency surgery chained me to the operating table. The patient wasn't just suffering from a premature delivery and catastrophic hemorrhaging; she was riddled with infections, the biological fallout of a reckless, hedonistic lifestyle. The girl on the table spat out orders with a venomous entitlement that made my blood run cold. "My husband is the head of the Corleone family. He’s second to none, and this entire city bows to him. If you can’t save my baby, you’re all dead." My mind went blank. There was only one head of the Corleone family: Lorenzo. "You’ve got the wrong man," I said, my voice wavering despite my frown. "The news said he’s already engaged to a woman from a rival family for a strategic alliance." The girl looked at me as if I’d just told a pathetic joke. She surveyed me with a mocking sneer. "Oh, he’s mentioned that woman. He said she’s like a cold corpse—that even touching her makes him sick to his stomach. She doesn't provide him a fraction of the pleasure I do." She smirked. "He heard something happened to the baby. He’s en route from Sicily right now with his personal detail." She flicked her phone screen open. There it was: a photo of her and Lorenzo, locked in a suffocatingly intimate embrace. I froze. A second later, a notification from Lorenzo vibrated against my palm. “Darlin’, something urgent came up tonight. I’m skipping the engagement dinner. I’ll make it up to you later.” Since they were so utterly in love, I decided to give them exactly what they wanted. I dialed a number that had been silent for three years—the number of the true mastermind of the underworld, Don Sebastian. "Does your proposal from three years ago still stand?"

Giovanni is being compromised by his beloved mother to become a full pledge priest someday as his mother's promised when he survived from a terrible accident when he was a 4 year old. Being an obedient and only son of his parents, walang siyang nagawa kundi sundin ang kanyang Mahal na ina. Since he started junior high, he serves as an altar boy on their city parish church. "Are you sure that you want our only son enter the seminary after his graduation? Seryosong tanong ni Don Nicolas sa asawa. "And what makes you think na magababago isip ko Nicolas?" alam ni Donya Esmeralda ang iniisip Ng kanyang Mahal na asawa, nag aalala ito na walang magmamana ng kanilang Multi-million businesses at magpapatuloy Ng kanilang angkan Ng mga Ricablanca. Nasa huling taon na sa pagpapari si Giovanni sa seminaryo at kailangan nyang dumaan sa isang Malaking pagsubok bago siya ordinahan bilang isang pari. Kailangan nyang gugulin ang natitirang isang taon sa labas Ng seminaryo. Eksaktong siyam na taon lumabas siya Ng semenaryo upang subukin kung talagang nasa pagpapari ang kanyang buhay. In his mind and heart, he is already decided in this vocation, but fate seems to be playing him around. Dalawang buwan na lang at oordinahan na siya Ng makilala ang kauna unahang tao na hindi mawala sa isip nya, nakapag papapula sa kanyang mukha pag tinititigan siya, at higit sa lahat Parang tinatambol ang kanyang puso sa bilis nitong pagtibok pag nakikita Niya ito. Ito ay sa katauhan Ng isang babae, si Jessica. Ito na yata pinakamagandang babae na nakita nya. Will he able to fulfill his mother's dream or will he able to satisfy his heart's desire? But deep in his heart, he needs to choose one because loving both of them is breaking all the rules.

Ethan and I met at a soup kitchen in the slums. We were fighting over half a moldy bread roll. I only learned his story from other people later. His father was the head of Lorencio's largest crime family, killed in a bloody power struggle from within. His mother took a payout and vanished. My father was an accountant for another family. He was framed for cooking the books and shot dead. Same story, same wound. That was what brought us together. We clawed our way up from a crumbling slum to the marble halls of the Lorencio crime families, until finally Ethan took his seat as Don of the Valeria Family. Nine years of marriage. No church. No proposal. Not even a proper cake. Then one day, out of nowhere, Ethan said he wanted to get me a diamond ring. "We had no church and no priest when we got married. I've been meaning to do this properly for a long time. And there'll be more to come." I stared at the custom diamond in the display case, enormous and flawless, and felt something close to happiness. The sales associate smiled and complimented his taste, mentioning that another couple had just ordered a ring too. They'd walked out minutes ago, planning a proposal for tomorrow. "Nine years together and still this in love. That's everything." I reached for his hand. He stepped away, said he needed to take a call. I hadn't heard his phone ring. I followed. Down the hallway, I watched him press a woman against the wall, his mouth on hers. His voice was sharp with jealousy. "You actually agreed to let him propose to you?" "Break it off. I'll buy you the ring." I stood frozen. My chest caved in. Then a pair of hands pulled me into a fitting room alcove. A man's breath was close, warm in the dark. A low voice, almost amused: "Your husband's sleeping with my fiancée. Why don't we give it a try too?"

I spent countless sleepless nights developing a breakthrough drug for a devastating illness, and I expected at least some recognition from my CEO girlfriend. Instead, she accused me of wasting the company research budget and promoted a newly hired young assistant to oversee the company finances. It was the middle of a brutal heatwave with temperatures that soared past ninety-eight degrees. The assistant locked the lab air-conditioning controls away so no one else could use them, while he shut himself inside his private office with the AC set to sixty degrees. He wrapped himself in a blanket and played video games. I complained to my girlfriend, and she brushed it off as part of building company culture. She claimed she gave him authority for my own good because she believed it would prepare me for a future management position. According to her, I was too narrow-minded to understand her intentions. She then shut off the lab main power supply and locked the control panel as if she wanted to teach me a lesson. The fans stopped working, and the heat grew worse. Several coworkers collapsed from heat exhaustion and were taken to the hospital. The assistant posted photos of himself and my girlfriend at an indoor ski resort. They wore winter jackets and ate ice cream together. The caption read, “Some people are sweeter than ice cream.” I finally understood everything. Her idea of company culture had never been anything more than an excuse to favor him. Everyone expected me to confront her or demand an explanation. I packed up my things instead. She mistook my silence for obedience. She believed her air-conditioning punishment had worked, and she promised that once she returned from closing her business deal, she might consider letting me enjoy the AC again. She did not know that when she shut down the lab power, the research equipment stopped running. The drug we had just finished developing became unstable, and the experimental data was destroyed. By the time the delivery deadline arrived, there would be no formula left to hand over. She would face a catastrophic breach-of-contract lawsuit and enormous financial penalties. Without access to the medication in time, she would also suffer permanent long-term complications from the illness we had tried to treat.