Cinderella Remote Control Carriage

"You know who my father is, Mr McCann." "What you tryna say?" "I come from a Mafia family, that is what I'm trying to say." "Baby girl, I ain't gotta be no Mafia boss just to control you the way I do."

Lyra, abandoned at birth, fled an orphanage at age eight and ended up at the King's castle in Zurik, where she became a maid and bonded with Princess Thalia. At fourteen, she became Thalia's personal maid, but Thalia grew jealous of Lyra's connection with her betrothed, Xander Blackstorm, and tried to have her killed. Lyra escaped to Tiluk, ruled by Alpha Draven Darkmoon. Draven saw Lyra's desire for revenge and made her his ally against the SilverMoon Pack. She returned disguised as Iza and infiltrated the Blackstorm household. Despite Selene's warnings, Xander didn't suspect her. Draven realized Lyra was his Dionesa, a rare mate with control over him, and though he planned to kill her to avoid this, he had already fallen in love with her. Now Draven has to choose between killing Lyra or letting her have control over him.

"Don't come closer to me Gabby," Steve shouted as he pushed her away. His other nature had taken over him and he could not control his desire to have fresh blood. Gabby was a few meters from him but he could smell the sweet scent of her blood and he was sure he could not control himself from hurting her. "Big brother, I can give you some blood to quench your thirst," She said as she tried moving towards Steve. Before she could blink, wings grew on his shoulders and he flew high up to the sky. Gabby knew that he was very angry and he had gone for a rampage so that he could calm down and she blamed herself for making him angry. Steve is a human -fox who is madly in love with his step sister Gabby. He later discovers that she is a half wolf too. Will Gabby fall in love with him? Will she accept a half human half fox for a boyfriend?

The story is about a girl named Chantelle who is being controlled by her uncle. She meets a man named Delcan, and she is drawn to him, but she is also afraid of getting close to him. She is struggling to find a way to escape her uncle's control and live her own life.

I slid under his arms, seeking a safe place to catch my breath. I noticed a playful smile on his lips, but I chose to ignore it. "Will the transformation hurt?" I lowered my gaze and whispered. "First, your bones start to break, sending you to the ground," his eyes were closed. "Then, thick fur will grow all over your body. The limb stretching, I think that's the most thrilling part of the pain." The Alpha teased with a flicker of his tongue before continuing. "Next comes the shortening of the snout and the development of sharp claws and fangs." "Will I become irrational?" I covered my mouth, trying to control the knot that had formed in my throat. "How do you control it?" Laughing, he had already reached me and pulled me close, digging his claws not too deeply into my hip, causing a painful moan. "It takes strength, training, and having the goddess on your side, human..." He withdrew his claws, leaving only a long scratch, and returned to my chin, scratching it and collecting a drop of blood. He licked it and smiled. "Don't worry, I'll be here throughout your trial..." "To make sure I die?" With tears in my eyes, I took a few more steps towards his dangerous game, realizing that his breathing was slightly heavier. "You remind me a lot of her," he murmured, pressing his forehead against mine. "To ensure your transformation doesn't get out of control and to witness the deity's choice." With more pressure on my forehead, he forced me to take a few steps back in pain.

One contract. No escape. And a husband who craves control—in and out of the bedroom. Alessia Romano never expected her body would be the price for peace. But when her father forces her into a contract marriage with Dante Moretti—the powerful, merciless don of their sworn rivals—she’s thrown into a world of silk sheets and brutal dominance. Dante isn’t just older, colder, and dangerously hot. He’s a man ruled by one obsession: control through pleasure. And Alessia? She’s his new addiction. Insatiable, possessive, and unapologetically sinful, Dante doesn’t just want a wife—he wants a toy, a temptress, a captive queen. His hunger is endless. His rules are twisted. And Alessia quickly discovers that surrendering to him means losing more than her freedom—it means being owned. But in a world drenched in power, betrayal, and lust, can obsession turn into love… or will it burn them both alive?

I accompany my husband, Michael Yates, to a stationed assignment on a remote island. Out at sea, a sudden storm hits. The ship capsizes and begins to sink. As the commanding officer, my husband gives the last life vest to his so-called godsister, Naomi Hollister. I don't cry or scream. I just watch silently as he carefully fastens the straps around her body. In my past life, I had clutched my pregnant belly and begged him for help. After a brief hesitation, he finally put the vest on me. But Naomi was swept away by the waves, and her body later washed up on shore. Only half of it remained. Michael insisted it wasn't my fault. He also said that saving me was his duty, both morally and professionally. He even took leave to stay by my side before I gave birth. But when my water broke in the dead of night, he pushed me into the sea. His eyes were bloodshot and burning with hatred. "Leah, if it weren't for you, Mimi would still be alive! Did you really have to force me to give you the vest when you were just pregnant? Couldn't you have waited a little longer? Why do you get to live? Go down there and die with her!" I drown, and fish tear my body apart. I die without even a full corpse left behind. And then, I open my eyes. I'm back on the day of the storm.

Two years ago, as a graduate of Werewolf Medical School, I volunteered to go to the most remote and poorest pack, as it had always been my dream to help werewolf patients in need. I heard from my teacher that the werewolves in the Rogue Pack were the poorest and that their living conditions were the worst. Most of the werewolves there were old and weak, so I volunteered to go to that pack as soon as I graduated. After I arrived, I helped them build an infirmary and even set up a blood station. Every year, I led them in voluntary blood donations. But one time—right after I had taken a short break following a blood donation—they turned on me. They slandered me, calling me a selfish and heartless healer. Worse still, they accused me of faking illness, claiming I was lying comfortably in bed while patients were dying—refusing to lift a finger to save them. Not only that, they stormed into the infirmary, seized all my herbs and equipment, and completely trashed the place I had built for them with my own hands. Recalling the days I had spent day and night healing them—only to see my infirmary destroyed and my dream shattered—I let out a bitter smile. I picked up the phone and called the dean of my home pack. "I'm ready to return," I said. "I want to serve the patients in our own pack." Then, without a trace of regret, I left that place behind. However, after I gave up, the whole pack regretted it and begged me to return.

The Beast King, Tharion Kael, has spent half his life on the battlefield, yet he has no heir. So, he summons every woman rumored to be blessed with fertility into the palace. Favored by fortune and against all odds, I, as a descendant of the Carp Clan, conceive. To keep me safe during my pregnancy, Tharion hides me away in a remote, deserted palace, guarded in secret by his Nightguards. But just as I am about to give birth, I unexpectedly crossed paths with the Vixen Consort, Lyra Swifttail, who wanders into the Forsaken Wing by mistake. She swishes her tail playfully, eyes sparkling with amusement as she looks at my round belly. Her smile is utterly captivating. "I didn't expect to find a little carp having an affair here…" With a spell, she drags me away, forcing me into my true form. Then, one by one, she scrapes the scales from my body until I am raw and bleeding. She has her catfolk attendant pour scalding oil over my wounds and orders guards to violate me until I am left broken like a rag. When I finally lose consciousness, she slashes me open with a claw and rips the stillborn child from my womb. She presents it with both hands to Tharion, who has just come to visit. She says, "Your Majesty, what perfect timing. I caught a carp sneaking around the Forsaken Wing. This is her illegitimate child!"

I Long Chen have been reborn to rule over everything, if buddha blocks kill buddha, if god blocks kill god, sentient beings bow down before me, life and death are under my control, to ascend the sky or go through the gates from hell, only I am SUPREME.