Did Grimmjow Die

When my mother asked me who I wanted to marry, this time, I chose none of them. Instead, I decided to go to the Northwest and serve my country. In my previous life, both my childhood friend, once a captain, and my educated fiancé courted me. I had feelings for both. But while I was still struggling to decide who I wanted as my husband, both accidentally ingested something. In a dazed state, I spent a chaotic night. After that, my parents asked one of the men to marry me. On the wedding day, the first love in both their hearts, the woman they had always truly loved, found out the truth. Out of spite, she accepted a local thug’s proposal. After marrying him, she was forced to give birth to ten children, one after another, until she died tragically. After her death, both men grabbed me by the throat and asked, “Why did she have to die such a miserable death, while you’re still alive and well?” They strangled me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day when my childhood friend and my fiancé had been drugged.

He rather die than letting her escape; torn and regrets. She rather escape than him dying before her very eyes.

Mein Ehemann drohte mir zum hundertsten Mal mit Scheidung, um mich zu opfern – für meine Schwester. Ich weinte nicht und machte keinen Aufstand. Stattdessen unterschrieb ich still die Scheidungspapiere. Freiwillig übergab ich meiner Schwester den Mann, den ich zehn Jahre lang geliebt hatte. Einige Tage später machte meine Schwester auf einem Bankett unverschämte Äußerungen und zog sich den Zorn einer mächtigen Familie zu. Wieder nahm ich freiwillig die Schuld auf mich und trug alle Konsequenzen für sie. Später schlugen sie vor, ich solle als Versuchsperson für die Forschung meiner Schwester dienen. Ich willigte bereitwillig ein. Meine Eltern sagten, ich sei endlich brav und vernünftig geworden. Sogar mein gleichgültiger Ehemann stand an meinem Krankenbett, strich mir zum ersten Mal seit Langem sanft über die Wange und sagte: „Hab keine Angst, das Experiment ist nicht lebensgefährlich. Wenn du zurückkommst, koche ich dir etwas Leckeres.“ Doch er wusste nicht: Egal, ob das Experiment gefährlich war oder nicht, er würde nicht auf mich warten können. Denn ich litt an einer unheilbaren Krankheit und würde bald sterben.

She was an outcast in her own home, the weakest of any supernatural being. She was neither a werewolf, witch, nor vampire, yet she lived amongst them. She was bullied by everyone, including her family, and finally banished into the human world as she was seen as a disgrace to supernatural beings. Cruella had hoped her life would change for the better outside Greenville, but it only took a wild turn. Betrayed by her human friends and left to die in a burning building, she cursed the moon goddess and every other goddess for giving her such cruel faith. To everyone, she had died in the fire, but instead, she rose from the ashes to put her enemies to the ground. Not only did she discover her true origin, she also discovered her powers. She was no ordinary being, but the strongest of them all. A Tribrid, prophesied to save Greenville, but now she knows only one word: vengeance! Vengeance on everyone who hurt her in the past, including the human she had fallen in love with But to acquire this, there's a price—one she's not willing to pay. What could it be? Will she go through with it or remain a weak outcast forever? Will she accept being the savior of Greenville or burn it to the ground?

Iris Jones thought her life was perfect, blessed with everything she could ever ask for, and with a perfect mate who loved and adored her or so, she thought. Her world came crumbling down when she was killed by the two people she trusted most in her life. Dying in a pool of her blood, she was told she was just a tool used to enrich his pack and that she meant nothing to him. Iris had thought she was going to die but the Moon Goddess had other plans for her, taking her back in time a year before she introduced Theodore, the one she wishes to spend the rest of her life with to her parents. Given a second chance to undo what had happened to her, Iris wasn't going to let the chance go to waste as she strived to make them pay. Everything was going so perfectly well, but little did Iris know that the changes she was making would draw her to meet her true maye Tristan the beta of her pack. Would she succeed in carrying out her revenge plan, or would she fail and end up with the same fate as her future self?

Zehn Jahre nach unserer Hochzeit postete meine ehemalige beste Freundin ein Foto. Ihre Tochter wurde von ihr im Arm gehalten, mein Sohn von meinem Mann. Alle vier drängten sich eng aneinander, darunter stand: „Könnte man das nicht als eine perfekte kleine Familie mit Sohn und Tochter bezeichnen?“ Ich kommentierte darunter: „Was für ein perfektes Bild.“ Im nächsten Moment hatte sie den Beitrag bereits gelöscht. Am nächsten Tag stürmte mein Mann nach Hause und fragte mich: „Sophie geht es endlich etwas besser, warum musst du sie schon wieder provozieren?“ Mein Sohn schubste mich und warf mir vor: „Das ist alles deine Schuld! Jetzt weint sogar die kleine Emma.“ Ich knallte ihnen die Scheidungspapiere vor die Nase: „Ja, meine Schuld. Also mache ich, dass ich wegkomme. Dann habt ihr eure perfekte Viererfamilie.“

“Show me,” he said, voice low and rough, “how good you're willing to serve me.” I should’ve spat in his face. Except, I nodded…because outside that tent, his men waited. The ones who’d tear me apart piece by piece if I said no. The ones I’d be handed to. I slid my palm between my thighs, breath hitching at my own touch, just a warning stroke and to stay alive. But when I brushed again, deeper this time, I gasped. “Keep going,” Malrik said, leaning back, watching like I was the most fascinating sin he’d ever seen. So I did. With shame thick in my throat and my heart pounding against cracked ribs. I did it for my sister, for survival, for him. *** Kaelith thought being rejected by her mate was the worst thing that could happen but she was wrong. Sold to a rogue warlord as leverage, branded like cattle, and forced into a savage camp where women are broken for sport and pleasure, Kaelith expects to die or worse. But she ends up in the mercy of Malrik Dren, the warlord himself. What happens when a broken girl becomes a weapon, and the monster meant to break her starts to fall?

I loved my stepbrother, Simon Rossi, the Don, for ten years. When he got poisoned one day, I offered myself to him and ended up pregnant. He smoked half a packet of cigarettes before saying, “I’ll take responsibility for this.” However, his first love, Camillia, claimed that she had an asthma attack on our wedding day. I begged Simon to wait until our ceremony was over before going to her. Unfortunately, Camillia escaped the hospital and died on her way to find him. Prior to her death, she called Simon 99 times. But he did not answer even once because of our wedding ceremony. When I found out, I felt terrible. Yet, Simon was exceptionally calm. After our wedding, my health deteriorated exponentially, and I bled heavily during childbirth. Just as I was about to die, I heard the doctor sigh softly. “Mr. Rossi, you’re ruthless. The poison you gave your wife has seeped into her bones. The baby can’t be saved either.” “Camillia suffered the same pain before her death.” When I opened my eyes again, I had gone back to the night before everything happened.

Cresia doesn't believe in afterlife, even more so in heaven or hell. But suddenly, she died at the only age of twenty-nine when she accidentally saved a little girl from getting hit by a car. She didn't know the exact reason why, but she ended up saving the girl. She woke up after the accident only to find out she was already a soul. According to Kairos, a mysterious man who introduced himself as her death angel, her body is still in the ICU. But after sixty days, she will die and her soul will go straight to hell. But because of what she did to save the little girl, Cresia was given a chance to still enter heaven. But if only she will be able to fulfill the mission given to her in sixty days. And her mission—she had to watch over a high school student named Caren who according to Kairos, was a younger version of her. In the middle of her mission, she crossed paths again with Lenos—the only man who broke her heart. She discovered he was Caren's Math teacher, he was the father of the child that she saved that night, and the most shocking of the things, he could see her just like Caren. Suddenly, all the feelings she had for Lenos, together with all the memories they had together came back to her...

Karen had invested her last penny in the business she had recently established and was eagerly awaiting the promised funds from her benefactor to take it to the next level. "Maybe he forgot. I should remind him," she thought, and promptly sent a text message: ‘I hate to sound desperate, but my finances are tight.’ After sending the message, she realized she had used the wrong number. She quickly started typing, ‘Please ignore the...’ when an alert popped up on her phone: ‘Five billion dollars transferred to you by Roger Dawson.’ Roger? The first name sent a chill down her spine, but the last name left her puzzled. "Roger? Could it be Tonia's bodyguard?" That was his number, but when did his name change? Her phone rang immediately, and the name she had feared for months echoed in her ears, his voice filled with emotion yet calm like a winter breeze. "Karen, stay put, I'm on my way to you." The call ended before she could process it. He was the reason she had fled, refusing to sign the divorce papers. Her love for him was unrequited, his heart belonging to her adopted sister, but what hurt more was the feeling of being traded between friends like a commodity. She would rather die than return.