Did Yami Die

In the southern land of Clandestine Empire lies the city of lawlessness where the thirteen-year-old Dio is satisfied with his life. A warm home despite the chaotic city, a loving grandfather, and a humble living are all he needs in his life. However, everything changed when his grandfather died in a fire. He lost everything-- his family, his purpose, and his will to live. At a young age, he was lost with no hope for the future. “How about I help you find meaning in your life again?” It was an offer that he doesn’t even need to consider but because he wants to uphold his grandfather’s dying wish, Dio held the hand that was offered to him. It wasn’t salvation, just a temporary solution to push him to move forward. Little did he know that the hand that he took would lead him to know the reason why his grandfather had to die and how it was all connected to him. Will he be able to continue moving forward and face the future or give up on life and focus on revenge?

My husband, Damien Falcone, had 99 lovers. And I was the mafia princess men lined up to die for. The day we got together, everyone in our world took bets. They said we wouldn't last three months. But then , everything changed. For me, he wiped his phone clean, built a rose manor, and got down on one knee. Then, on our wedding night, he told me he wanted an open marriage. "Our bodies can play," he said. "But our loyalty? That's just for us." I agreed. Then came his 100th lover, Sophia Ricci. She betrayed our family in an arms deal. Almost got my father killed. But Damien protected her. He even moved her into our home. So, I did what any heartbroken mafia princess would do. I got drunk and woke up in another man's bed. I just didn't know that man was Damien's uncle.

My Alpha mate, Ross, and I were known as the most resentful couple. He hated me for allegedly swapping his sister's antidote, which led to her death from wolfsbane poisoning. On the other hand, I despised him for turning a blind eye when my younger brother was bullied, abandoning him to die alone in the pitch-black forbidden forest. Upon hearing the news, he sneered and spoke to me for the first time in ages, "This is your karma." When I was three months pregnant, I was kidnapped by an enemy pack. As I was left bleeding from the torture and my unborn child slipping away, the enemy demanded he surrender his western territory in exchange for saving his Luna. However, he just scoffed. "It's about time to stop this act. Tell Jenny that I'm not falling for this. Don't even think of watching me make a fool of myself." In the end, I lost everything—just as he wished, as if it was my retribution. So, why did he regret everything?

Nach der brutalen Trennung von ihrem Freund Rafael geht Lyra in eine schicke Bar, um ihren Kummer zu ertränken. Was sie nicht weiß, ist, dass ihre eigene Schwester, Cassandre, sie mit einer dunklen Absicht dorthin gelockt hat: ihre Verwundbarkeit auszunutzen, um sie mit einem Aphrodisiakum zu dopen und sie dann an einen Perversen zu verkaufen. Unter dem Einfluss des Mittels verliert Lyra völlig die Kontrolle und verbringt eine intensive Nacht mit einem Unbekannten. Am Morgen, überwältigt von Scham und Verwirrung, verlässt sie hastig das Zimmer, hinterlässt einen 100-Euro-Schein und eine herausfordernde Nachricht: "Du bist nicht mehr wert." Für Alexandre, den CEO einer mächtigen Gruppe, markiert diese Nacht jedoch einen Wendepunkt. Er ist entschlossen, diese Frau mit den feurigen Augen wiederzufinden. Doch auf dem Weg seiner Suche wird er bei einem Autounfall in Amnesie gestürzt. Zwei Monate später, kaum genesen, nimmt er die Ermittlungen wieder auf und begibt sich zu der Adresse, nach der er vor dem Drama gesucht hat. Dort trifft er auf Cassandre, die ohne zu zögern die Identität ihrer Schwester usurpiert und vorgibt, die geheimnisvolle Geliebte einer Nacht zu sein. Doch Lügen haben ihren Preis.

The day cancer spread through my whole body, my family took me to court for being heartless and cruel. All because I refused to donate my kidney to the fake daughter, even though I was a perfect match. When they saw me lying in the coffin, my sister, who never liked me, said, “What a drama queen! Even got yourself a coffin this time.” Even my parents despised me and said, “If you want to die, at least cut out your kidney first and go die somewhere else. Don’t die in front of us and make us sick.” But later, when the memory extractor cut into my brain, it revealed all the times I had been tortured by that fake daughter over the years. The family that despised me went insane at that moment.

I reincarnated as the villainess inside the novel where the villainess is destined to die in order for the heroine to have a happy ending. It would be a wonderful second life if only I was reincarnated as the heroine and not as a villainess. I am destined to die after dying? Huh, forget the story and just escape right? A none villainess in their story will be a shortcut for their happy ending. Let's escape death and live until the story ended with "and they live happily ever after".

Nach dem großen Krieg zwischen Menschen, Vampiren, Werwölfen und Elfen wurde ein Abkommen geschlossen: Hybride Nachkommen sollten über die Welt herrschen. In jedem Jahrhundert entschieden Heiratsallianzen zwischen den Menschen und den drei Clans darüber, wer der nächste Weltenherrscher wurde. Die Blutlinie, die als Erste ein Hybridkind hervorbrachte, beanspruchte die Macht. In meinem letzten Leben entschied ich mich, Jax zu heiraten, den ältesten Sohn des Werwolfrudels, der für seine fanatische Loyalität bekannt war. Ich brachte unseren hybriden Sohn zur Welt – einen weißfelligen Welpen, den wir Zeal nannten. Unser Kind wurde zum neuen Herrscher der Welt, und Jax gewann unermessliche Macht. Meine Schwester hingegen war von der Schönheit der Elfen besessen und heiratete in ihren Clan ein. Doch der Elfenprinz ließ keine Gelegenheit aus und nahm sich jede Frau im Wald. Am Ende zog sich meine Schwester eine Krankheit zu, die sie unfruchtbar machte. Von Neid und Verbitterung zerfressen legte sie ein Feuer, das mich und meinen jungen Welpen bei lebendigem Leib verbrannte. Als ich die Augen erneut öffnete, war ich wieder am Tag der Rassenallianzen. Meine Schwester hatte bereits als Erste mit Jax geschlafen. Ich wusste, dass auch sie wiedergeboren worden war. Doch sie wusste nicht, dass Jax gegenüber seinen Gefährtinnen grausam und brutal war – während seiner Brunst hatte er in seinem Bett bereits unzählige Wölfinnen zerfleischt.

Am Tag vor dem Abschlussball der Highschool lockte Ethan Luciano mich ins Bett. Er war grob und begehrte mich die ganze Nacht. Trotz der Schmerzen war mein Herz voller Süße. Denn ich hatte Ethan seit zehn Jahren heimlich geliebt – endlich hatte sich mein Traum erfüllt. Er sagte, er wolle mich nach dem Abschluss heiraten. Sobald er die Führung der Familie Luciano von seinem Vater übernehme, würde er mich zur mächtigsten Frau der Familie machen. Am nächsten Tag hielt Ethan mich umarmt in seinen Armen, als er meinem Adoptivbruder gestand, dass wir nun ein Paar seien. Schüchtern saß ich auf seinem Schoß und fühlte mich wie die glücklichste Frau der Welt. Doch plötzlich wechselten sie ins Italienische. Lucas, mein Adoptivbruder, neckte: „Ganz der Young Boss – bei seinem ersten Mal springt ihm gleich die Schönheitskönigin in die Arme.“ „Und wie schmeckt dir meine kleine Schwester?“ Ethan antwortete gleichgültig: „Außen rein und unschuldig, aber im Bett verdammt versaut.“ Ringsum brach Gelächter aus. „Soll ich sie also meine kleine Schwester oder meine zukünftige Schwägerin nennen?“ Doch Ethan runzelte die Stirn. „Welche Schwägerin? Ich will die Cheerleaderin erobern, aber hab Angst, sie findet mich schlecht im Bett. Also übe ich vorher kurz was an Cynthia.“ „Dass ich mit Cynthia geschlafen habe, erzählt das bitte nicht Sylvia. Ich will nicht, dass sie sauer wird.“ Was sie nicht wussten: Ich hatte längst heimlich Italienisch gelernt – nur um eines Tages mit Ethan mithalten zu können. Ich sagte kein Wort. Ich änderte einfach stillschweigend meine Universitätsbewerbung – von Caltech zum MIT.

"Did you really kiss the Alpha?" Gary asked me and turned to the man bathing in the darkness. "Is she the one you were telling me about?” "Yes," he coldly said and turned around, walking away. "Please," I begged, crying. "Alpha Asher, please. I'm sorry for what I did. I didn't mean to, please forgive me.” I begged, crying profusely and Gary looked at me, pity flickering in his eyes. "Please, Alpha. Let's help her. She could be useful to you one day,” he suggested and Alpha Asher stopped in his tracks. I almost shot Gary a dirty glare. What did he mean by useful? I didn't leave my pack to come here and serve another fucking Alpha! The Alpha I kissed at that! I was about to ask what he meant by useful but the pain in my leg reminded me of what was at stake. To serve him for a while and then be free, or to die and not be able to do anything again. "Useful?” Alpha Asher asked, breaking my thoughts. "Yes, yes. I'll do whatever you want. Just help me, please. I don't want to die." I begged. "Anything I want?” he asked again, smirking. ”What could this man be thinking of that's making him smirk?” I mumbled to myself, trying to distract myself from his attractive lips. ”Answer me, woman. Would you do anything I want?”

Everyone in New York knew that Don Lorenzo Capone loved his wife dearly. At the height of our love, he shielded me from a bullet that went straight through his chest. The hospital issued eleven critical condition notices. I cried myself hoarse at the door of the emergency room. "Lorenzo, don't you dare die on me, or I'll instantly find a pretty boy to marry and have children with!" He survived the ordeal, and the first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to marry me. After the marriage, he ruled over New York's largest underground empire with an iron fist, but never allowed any woman to get close to him. On our third wedding anniversary, I went to his private dock to give him a surprise. There, I saw him holding a pair of twins, teaching them how to shoot. The man who could kill without batting an eye was looking at the children with eyes full of affection. The children's mother was Elena Tribbiani, the daughter of an arms dealer who was his equal. "Lorenzo, what if Vivian finds out?" Lorenzo dismissed it casually. "A fragile porcelain doll like her is only fit to be displayed in a glass case. Only a she-wolf like you is worthy of bearing my family's cubs." It turned out, what I thought was true love was merely a carefully-woven lie. I did not confront him. Instead, I sent a text message to an FBI special agent. "Agent Smith, I have a list of the arms deal you’re investigating."