Deserve Unscramble

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] Being the third party in a relationship cuts deeper than any blade ever could. I watch him glorify her, obsess over her, pour every ounce of his devotion into someone who will never be his wife. The bitter irony tastes like poison on my tongue. I deserve that consuming passion, that unwavering dedication. After all, I'm the one who wears his ring, bears his name, shares his bed. Yet when he looks at me, there's nothing. Just cold, empty indifference. "You are nobody to me." His words echo through my memory like a death knell. "It's impossible for me to care about you. The only person I want isn't here because of you." The marriage was nothing more than a business transaction. I realized this truth far too late.

Lucia, claimed from birth, Fragments of memories in her dream, until she met Alpha Andrea in Grande Valley, they had chemistry. What will happen, when she's exposed to a whole new world?  She's a vulnerable werewolves, and Andrea must marry a luna, to maintain his supremacy. Their love is threatened, will they thrive, or will Andrea marry the woman he's mated to? A werewolf-like himself. An entrapment secret is yet to be deciphered, the heart will break, power is sought for, the wheel of time will bring secrets unfolding, will they come out of this alive?    **Twisted: Alpha Andrea** "You're mine and that's final." "I'm not some toy to be claimed!" I retorted at the disgusting sound of it,  "Says who?" " you must learn to earn the love you deserve, not just go sniffing around, all in the name of some silly mate bond that's underrated by you or anyone."

Two months remained until debut evaluation night. Before our unit performance, our main dancer suddenly offered me her center position. I stared at her, confused, "The trainers always praise your stage presence. Why give up your spot?" "You... you deserve center more than I do." Her smile was painfully forced, and she was fidgeting with her practice clothes - obviously not saying what she really felt. Puzzled by her strange behavior, I asked, "Are my moves too big? Am I making it hard for you to perform?" She suddenly started shaking, looking at me with pure fear in her eyes. After what felt like forever, she finally choked out, "Please, just stop. I won't try to compete with you for center anymore!"

Everyone has their own believes in life, and for Jamara Nicole Domingo, she believes that she deserve a better man, a man who's handsome, smart, sweet, and loyal. At the age of 19, she already have a high standard when it comes to boys that's why up until now, she still NBSB. There's one guy that she hates because of how he talks and acts in front of her. The total opposite of her ideal man, physically. Until the time comes when the two of them talk to each other without annoying and teasing each other. Jamara suddenly decided to not hate him anymore instead make him smile and show it to others. The annoyance they feel towards each changed into closeness that no one expected. Will they be able to change the closeness into something more despite the judgement of the people around them? Or just let it be where it is.

"He is Keegan. Don't ever get in trouble with him. He's from The Dragomirs. And you know who they are," said Louisa Collins to Lyla Helliwell on the first day Lyla entered Gothic Academy. Sure, Lyla knew who they were. Very influential Vampire family. Wealthy and powerful. But, Keegan Dragomir had marked Lyla as a new object of bullying. "We hate witches. They don't deserve to be in the Freaky world. They are just human who pretend to have power like us, with their stupid potions," said Keegan. Gothic Academy was a special school for The Freakies---weird and magical kids. Vampire, Witch, Siren, Lycan, Goblin, Elf, to Centaur. Something huge and dangerous was happening there, made the two different kind of Freakies---Lyla and Keegan---who hated each other, have to work together to protect the school from danger. Meanwhile, the unfinished story of their parents long long ago, revealed.

“My last day?” Ashley echoed, fear creeping into her voice. “What do you mean?” “Look at me!" Adam shouted. "Do you think I deserve an obese woman like you?” He spat, his face contorting with disgust. “Me?” she finally managed to whisper, her voice shaking. Betrayed by her husband and sister on her birthday night, pregnant Ashley Smith is left for dead. Fueled by anger and a thirst for vengeance, this dead girl is back with a new face and identity, but her quest for revenge might not be as simple as she thought, plus her ex husband likes the body of this new woman and wants her. Will she be able to get her revenge or will she lose it all again? And what happens when Prince charming comes her way after she'd sworn never to give love another chance?

On the day I tried on my wedding dress, a stranger burst into the VIP fitting room and slashed me with a knife. She tore my dress to shreds, her face twisted with rage. "A gold-digger like you doesn't deserve a dress this expensive!" The blade, soaked in sulfuric acid, pierced my abdomen, and I collapsed in agony. She grabbed my hair and slapped me, snarling, "Clarence promised to marry me! You're nothing but a homewrecker!" Blood stained my gown as the truth hit me. My boyfriend of seven years had been cheating on me. "Keep staring, huh? My man runs this city. I could kill you, and no one would touch me!" she taunted, smug as hell. With bloodied hands, I pulled out my phone and dialed my brother. "Chris, come get me from the bridal shop. And tell the Thompsons the engagement is off."

Steal the CEO's Black Card or his cold heart? "Please... Please sir I'm begging you, I didn't steal the card. Please believe me" Belle hopelessly begged, tears welling her already messy face. "You deserve to be in prison...fraud!" the store manager exclaimed in pure disdain, glaring as he snickered. Belle was an orphan from a young age, struggling for her dream. A dream of becoming a great doctor. A dream she weaved together with her late parents. For several years, a tiny room in a dilapidated building served her humble home, living at the mercy of others. Most of the time she has empty pockets and an empty stomach. She endured the ridicule from wearing worn-out clothes and torn shoes for medical school. Life is a struggle for her but never did she think of stealing, especially the BLACK CARD of the famous and cold CEO, Ethan DelValle.

On my wedding day, my groom's sister, Nadia Lawson, wears an elaborate ball gown and comes on stage to snatch the emcee's microphone. Before all the guests, she arrogantly says to me, "Can't you see the princess is here? Why didn't you curtsy and greet me? You deserve to be punished! Get on your knees and prostrate yourself before me as an apology!" My expression sours at her insolence. I turn around only to see the indulgent expressions on her parents' faces. The groom, Bowen Lawson, says dotingly, "We spoiled Nad silly since she was a child. You are her sister-in-law now. Don't make things hard for her." I am so mad that I can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. The clown thinks she's a princess, asking me to kneel before her? Ridiculous.

I never though that falling in love with Anthony Johnson would cause my heart this much pain. We’ve been chosen mates for the last five years! Today on my twenty first birthday at the pack party standing next to me I hear my chosen mate stand. His voice comes out strong. He pushes his chair back staring out into the crowd as a girl comes to view his wolf screams” MATE”. Her wolf replies “MATE” my world shatters and my legs shake and I fall down. My friends quickly rush to my side and my stomach twist and realization hits me. You can never choose in this life and this is my punishment thinking I can choose when I've never had a choice. Why me Moon Goodess what have I done to deserve this I cry out.