Descendants: Wicked World Rather Be With You Novels & Stories

Abby is a girl quiet, hard-working and middle-class, she worked daily in a restaurant, she lives alone in a small apartment in the east of the city of Bello Norte... who would go to think that she least a great responsibility ahead?

Every bonding anniversary, Shawn would bring home a new human girl from the outside—always under the lovely pretense of letting me mentor her on how to serve an Alpha. On our seventh anniversary, he brought back a nightclub girl dressed in a Princess Snow White outfit—cheap satin trembling under the chandelier's light. “She doesn’t have anything appropriate for an occasion like this,” he said casually. “Let her borrow your bonding dress. And the jewelry I gave you last time. As for shoes—what you're wearing now will do.” Then he added, with a trace of irony, “She’s just a young human girl, clueless. Teach her a few things about our world, will you? Especially the part about the bed.” Everyone was waiting for the spectacle—for me to break again, as I always had. And I didn’t disappoint them. I looked at Shawn, my voice steady, and said I wanted a bond-severance. He laughed—short and sharp—and leaned back like he was watching a comedy. “Clara, when are you going to stop with this bond-severance nonsense? I’ve heard it so many times. They’re just human girls, while you are my Luna. How could they ever compare to you?” Then, grinning as if doing me a favor, he added, “Fine. If you really want a bond-severance, I’ll gift you a territory in the south. Consider it a reward for doing your job as my Luna.” The room erupted in laughter. To them, I was ridiculous—greedy, jealous, hysterical. But what they didn’t know was that this was the 365th time I’d asked for a bond-severance. And the first time, I truly meant it. When he found out I wasn’t joking this time, he lost his composure. He searched for me across the world—only after he realized I was no longer where he thought I’d always be.

21+ 18+ This wasn't right, this experimental relationship probably wouldn't work. An attempted relationship was scary enough, let alone an attempted marriage, it was even scarier. Vanilla did not want to experience domestic failure, she wanted to be like her mother who got married only once in her life.

A journey of the unknown, of the great mysteries of the son of an exiled young master. "Hate You to Love" is a story that explores the complex nature of love and the emotions that come with it. And a journey of how Jon discovered the mystery behind his parent's misfortune. Are they dead or alive? Can he discover his hidden identity and his mythical strength or is he gonna remain human for the rest of his life? Can Rose and Jon be together again or is this the end of their beautiful love life...??????

My boyfriend came from a wealthy family. We had been together for seven years, yet he had never given me a single gift. When he proposed, he even asked for the diamond ring back so he could return it for a refund. Later, when we were about to register our marriage, he complained that the paperwork fee was too expensive and said it wasn’t necessary. However, not long after that, he registered his marriage with his childhood sweetheart instead. He even booked the most luxurious hotel in the entire city, eager to throw a grand engagement party. The shock was too much for my grandmother, and she suffered a heart attack. I dropped to my knees and begged my boyfriend to return the salary I had entrusted to him over the years, as I needed the money to pay for my grandmother’s surgery. He simply wrapped his arm around his childhood sweetheart and pretended not to know me. He said he would never help a lazy beggar who only knew how to freeload. Then, he ordered the security guards to throw me out. Later, my grandmother died on New Year’s Eve, her final breaths drowned out by the sound of fireworks outside. While everyone else celebrated the holiday season, I handled my grandmother’s funeral alone. At the same time, I accepted a job offer from a major overseas company. When I returned home to get my passport, the man—who had just finished introducing his sweetheart to his parents and was clearly in a good mood—saw me and assumed I was still throwing a tantrum. For the first time, he spoke generously. “Alright. What could possibly have happened to your grandmother? At worst, I’ll make it up to you with a luxurious wedding.” What he didn’t know was that from the moment my grandmother took her last breath, I no longer wanted to marry him.

I was born into a line of vampire hunters, but I was hopeless at it. I couldn't pass a single trial, couldn't make a single kill, so my family dumped me in the countryside and left me to rot. When they brought me back at eighteen, they packaged me up and handed me to the vampire noble Lucian von Karstein as his lowest blood-slave. I had already made my peace with being drained dry and tortured to death. He turned out to be nothing like what I expected. He built me a villa with good light. Every morning before dawn he went out to the garden and picked flowers still wet with dew, and left them by my pillow. When his family ordered him to kill me, he gave up five hundred years of glory for my sake. He surrendered his power, his title, his castle. He traded everything he had to keep me safe, and in the end he ran with me, away from the whole vampire world. But there was a curse in my blood. Every time I let myself feel something for him, it punished me, gnawing my heart to pieces one inch at a time. So all I could do was call him useless, force him to buy me jewelry, drive him away from my bed, and humiliate him every way I knew how. He ended up living in the garage, hauling cargo to survive, supporting a spoiled, vicious wife who treated him like dirt. One night I crept into his little partition and pulled back his collar. There was a burn the length of my hand, gotten from hauling freight day and night just to buy me a gift. I hid in the bathroom and ran the tap to cover the sound of crying. Dabbing ointment on the wound, sniffling, I asked the thing in my blood: "Curse. When is he finally going to hate me and leave?" The curse looked at the back of his hand, wet where my tears had fallen, then at the faint tremor of his lashes, and sighed. He's going to love you for the rest of his life.

"I reject you as my mate, Omega." his angry voice growled, shocking me. "I-Is this because I am your stepsister now?" I asked, feeling an unfamiliar pain in my chest. He scoffed at me, gave me a glare, and replied, "Even if you weren't my stepsister, I would never accept you as my mate. Because you are ugly, weak, and vulnerable.” I fell to my knees as tears streamed from my eyes. All I wanted was to die from the shame and pain of rejection. - Elara was a young omega whose fate collided with her two Alpha stepbrothers. She found herself trapped between them. The Kingston brothers, Trevor and Kevin, were the dream of every girl. Kevin was wild and aggressive while Trevor was cold and calculative. They were the two dominant Alpha brothers who possessed everything other boys desired. But when fate connected Elara with one of them, they rejected her. When she chose the other one, the rejected mate wanted her back. They had no idea that their one wrong decision would set off a chain reaction of feelings. This is a tale of a love triangle, shocking betrayal, and the unexpected path from hate to love.

“Gabrielle, there's something we need to tell you," my dad started. I could feel my heart beating so fast, and I don't know why. But I feel like this was going to be a bad news. "I made a promise with my good friend, while we were in college — We promised each other that our children would get married."

On the surface, David Dawaon had it all. Wealth, deadly looks , intelligence and a big cold ass attitude. But beneath the veneer of masculine perfection lay a broken man. A man obsessed with revenge. A man who hated her with a passion. Or did he? After all, there's a thin line between love and hate. He is a devil blessed with the face of Greek God who thrives on control, both personally and professionally. The billionaire CEO never planned to marry— until the threat of blackmail forces him to marry a woman he hates the most. His best friend’s sister. He starts to feel something in his chest that he shouldn't have to. She will never be his first choice but now protecting her , and not letting her go is one of his choices. ******* Too old. Too tall. Too rich. Too out of my league. That's David Dawaon, the billionaire CEO for me. But apparently, he is the perfect marriage material guy according to the world's pushiest parents of mine. Getting married was never in the equation for me. But I couldn't survive the emotional blackmail and guilt that my parents put me through and married him. Coming from a family that is rich but not excessively rich to be known as the richest family in the world, Olivia lives a peaceful life as a psychiatrist. Until, her father forced her to marry his best friend's son. Who I hate more than anything. I wish we both don't kill each other before our marriage.

Liam Pearce is supposed to be celebrating our daughter's birthday when she dies after ingesting wolfsbane. Instead, he's with a human woman as she goes for a prenatal checkup at the hospital. My daughter's dying wish is to celebrate her birthday with both her parents. However, she ultimately dies with regrets. My heart dies with her. I take her ashes to the place she most looked forward to going to in life. That's when I see Liam kissing another woman. She leans into his arms and asks daintily, "Isn't your daughter sick, Liam? Why do you have time to be with me?" "Don't even mention her. Sofia, that scheming woman, must be using that as an excuse to keep me there. You're the one I love the most, sweetheart," he says dotingly. "What about your daughter, then? Who do you love more, me or her?" "You, of course. You're my darling Mia." His words stun me like a bolt of lightning. After crying my heart out, I pack my daughter's belongings. I decide to leave Liam forever. However, he and the rest of the royal family get on their knees before me. They beg me not to leave.