Characters With Scars On Their Face

At the Nightwood Clan's feast celebrating our victory over the hunters, I was accused by Julia—a fledgling freshly turned from a blood servant. The charge? Stealing fifteen crates of mana crystals and hundreds of vials of the finest rare bloods. She pointed a finger at me, her voice ringing with self-righteousness. "Are we going to let a selfish thief like her continue to control this clan's lifeblood? I propose she be thrown into the Silverwater dungeons immediately!" I looked to Joseph, the Earl of Nightwood, the man I had loved for a hundred years. He knew damn well all of it—the blood, the crystals—was mine. My gift to the clan. I needed those crystals to heal the wounds I took in the fighting, and the rare blood was the only way we could call on our allies. But the man who'd been tangled in my sheets just last night now stared at me coldly. "Julia has records of you stealing clan resources. What do you have to say for yourself?" A smirk touched my lips. "I have nothing to say." So, they thought I was some fool they could just push around. They had no idea I was a descendant of the most powerful Vampire Prince of all, Valerius. If they wanted to play games with me, they’d better be prepared for my revenge.

During the SAT exam, My sister and I both had an emergency at the same time. Overwhelmed by stress, I suffered a heart attack and was on the brink of death. Yet my mom, who was working as an invigilator that day, rushed to tend to my sister—who only had a stomach ache—without a second thought. I begged her to save me. But she kicked me away fiercely. “Can’t you pick the right time to put on a show for attention? If you ruin your sister’s grades, I’ll beat you to death, you beast!” Later, I failed to respond to resuscitation and died in the hospital. Mom collapsed overnight.

Emma is caught in a whirlwind of emotions. She’s torn in-between the two men she should never love – her stepbrothers. The forbidden attraction is a fire she can’t put out. Can she navigate the wild terrain of her heart without breaking the bonds that tie them together?

Blurb: Love was supposed to be unconditional but for me, it came with conditions. After three years of marriage to Dominic Rugh, I thought respect was the least I deserved. Instead, I was mocked, belittled and punished for being infertile. I wasn't barren, and I never stopped trying. And on the very day I discovered I was finally pregnant, I returned home to find Dominic in bed with my stepsister. My heart shattered, and my marriage collapsed. They still wouldn't let me go, even though I had nowhere to run to. They punished me cruelly for every small mistake and their mistreatments led to my death and the death of my unborn baby. At least, that's what they thought. Because when I opened my eyes again, I was no longer the woman they tortured–I was reborn. And in this new life, three powerful billionaire men want me and loved me more than Dominic ever could. But my heart has only room for one thing–revenge. Dominic won't see me coming, and I won't stop until he understands what it's like to be destroyed. However, with the devotion of these men around me, I wonder if I can stay loyal to my revenge or let myself be loved.

Thea Voss has spent her whole life being treated like a burden by the family that took her in. Trapped in a basement, saving every dollar for Veritas University, she believes escape is the only future she’ll ever have. But on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, a billionaire announces he is searching for his long-lost granddaughter—and two powerful twin Alphas transfer into Thea’s school to find her. When strange powers begin awakening inside Thea and one of the twins claims he caught her scent, her ordinary life starts to fall apart. Because if the rumors are true, she may be the lost Alpha princess they’ve been hunting all along.

"Tell me how do you want me to make it up to you??" I asked, putting myself at risk by asking the big bad alpha wolf that question. "I'm not simply interested in having sex with you," He smiled and came closer, running his finger up my neck, "I want to experience everything with you." "How about not wearing any clothing whenever we are alone in this mansion?" I gasped in shock as he murmured into my face. (Content/ Trig*er Warning: The following read consists of extreme profanity, violence, or gore. Subjects like SA and abuse are briefly discussed that might be difficult for some to read)

When one of the Fallen fall in love with a werewolf and have a special child that needed to be protected. Choosing to leave her pack behind Lizzy's Mother, Helena hid among the humans, in a small town. Lizzy's father loved them from a distance to keep them safe from those who may want to use Lizzy's gifts. Being the only female born to among the Fallen makes her special. Early on Helena noticed Lizzy develop gifts that were getting them noticed. When Helena is killed, Lizzy finds herself alone in the care system having deciding to shut down and stop talking she finds herself in the Mental hospital. Lizzy is alone until her wolf wakes and starts to talk to her. Finding this a lot to process Lizzy try's to ignore her wolf until she cant anymore. Arrow and Aries, twin Alpha heirs of Ruby Mountain Pack, always knew they would share a mate. What they weren't prepared for was the blunt and unfiltered Lizzy, who knows nothing about the world of the supernatural's she finds herself now thrown into. Being seriously stubborn and defiant Lizzy refuses to accept them as her mate's. Feeling confused about why her body keeps reacting to the two arrogant Alphas. Having a lot to deal with from the Pack's mean girls staking a claim on the Alphas who claim to be hers, to unintentionally putting herself in danger. Feeling overwhelmed with everything changing she finds herself wishing she was back in the tiny room back in the Hospital. Can the twin Alphas win the heart of their mate? Will the stubborn Lizzy give in and listen to her Mates? Or will she decide her own fate? All this on top of having to deal with her seriously sarcastic and horny wolf.

My mother was asking me and my sister to choose the man we wanted to marry. My sister, surprisingly, did not choose the gloomy STEM student she spent four years pursuing. Instead, she went for the rich but infamous playboy. Shock colored my mother's face. "I know he's rich, Joan, but what if you get all known and unknown STDs? I thought you loved Gil. Are you sure you're making the right choice?" That did not sway my sister's mind. That alone told me what I had been suspecting all along. Like me, my sister was reincarnated. In our previous lives, she happily married Gilbert Terrason, but he left her on read for ten long years. His cold treatment drove her a little gaga. That playboy, however, stopped his philandering lifestyle for me and loved me like his life depended on it. He gave me all his riches, and we became the model couple everyone wouldn't stop talking about. Then, it happened during the ball. On my tenth wedding anniversary, my sister, consumed by rage, burned us into cinders. Here we were, on our second chance in life. This time, I took Gilbert's hand. "No takebacks, Joan. Don't try to do a third take." My sister snickered. "As to you. This time, all the love in the world is coming to me." Ah, yes, love. Joan still did not get it. Love was the most unreliable element in any marriage.

The most popular girl in school, Mona Culver, could only apply for the city's worst community college because of her poor school results. My childhood friend, James Holden, got our entire class to fill out application forms for community college too. It was his attempt to negotiate with Northrind University's admissions department to make an exception for Mona to study there. The top thirty students in the city shared pictures of their amended application forms to community college. Back in my past lifetime, I tried my best to talk them out of it. The application submission deadline was the next day, and no amendments would be allowed after that. If they wasted their time threatening Northrind by applying to community college, and the deadline passed, nothing could be done to change the results, even if they were the city's top thirty students. Their dreams of attending an Ivy League school would be quashed after ten years of hard work, and no one knew what their future would hold after that. James got angry and berated me, "You're just afraid Mona will be better than you once we start classes at Northrind. Stop pretending like you're doing this for us!" The rest of my classmates were also upset with me, and they turned their fury on me. "Our high school results mean nothing. With our abilities, we would still be able to attend Northrind next year if we repeat the year. You should just mind your own business!" We had been classmates for three years, and I could not let them compromise their futures. I informed our principal and their parents of their plans, and their application forms were amended. I managed to stop them from threatening Northrind's admissions department. All of them were accepted by Northrind in the end, and they became elites in their respective industries with bright futures ahead. Mona ended up getting pregnant with a thug's child while in community college, and she suffered from both physical and mental issues. She fell into deep depression and even attempted suicide several times. James broke down when he learned the truth, and he blamed it all on me. He worked with our classmates to fabricate evidence that I committed plagiarism, and they poisoned my drink. Even my parents were burned to death by a patient from a mental hospital. When I was reborn into this lifetime, I saw James change our group chat's name into 'Fight for True Love! Let's Go to Northrind Together!' I left the group without hesitation and blocked everyone's numbers.

Everyone in New York knew I was the Godfather’s heart. Gavin Whitestone’s heart. He loved me for ten years. He’d fly into a rage if I so much as got a paper cut. But he’s the one who gave me these three scars. The first time, he pulled every doctor to treat Sofia, the girl who took a bullet for him, and ignored the shrapnel tearing into my side. The second time, he was drugged and fucking Sofia in his bed. When I walked in on them, he shoved me aside, desperately carrying her to the hospital. The third time, he took my father's last gift to me—a revolver—and gave it to a pregnant Sofia, just to make her smile. He told me, “It’s all for the baby. Once the baby is born, we’ll go back to how we were.” But this time, I didn't forgive him. I threw away every gift he ever gave me and vanished without a trace. And that’s when the untouchable Godfather finally broke.