Drawing Stuff

" I can be your angel saving you from nightmares and I can also be the monster under your bed, clawing at you when you sleep", Leo whispered drawing her closer to him. " I am ruthless, don't try to change me", he smiled gripping her neck. "You are a monster", Elizabeth spat to which he laughed. Elizabeth, a nineteen years old orphan found herself in the street of America after escaping from the orphanage. Stealing and pickpocketing has been her means of survival. She found herself in the most dangerous situation when she stole an important item from the most powerful American mobster. Will he take interest in her or will she become one of his pawns?

Alvaria lives a life unlike any other as a trained and hired hunter for the highest bidder. fighting monsters and killing stuff is her thing until she finds herself fighting more than just the normal monsters. creatures she knew not actually existed or thought to be folklore start to appear and leave Chao's in their wake. She finds herself with no other choice but to learn to fight all the different creatures that cross her path...Chimeras ,Dragons, Wendigos, Krakens ,Demons, Basilisks and many more. one day she awakes to a poisonous creature hiring her to assassinate Alpha Asmodeus Hayes... a hellhound straight from the flaming gates of hell. with the serpent's venom in her blood ,she has no other choice but to Attempt to Murder the ruthless hellhound Alpha or atleast die trying... little did she know that he was her mate and their lives were soon about to be turned upside down. With Alvaria being part werewolf, vampire and witch , her being mated to a hellhound and evil incarnate Alpha Asmodeus Hayes is nothing more than a recipe for disaster.

My stepsister falsely accuses me of causing her allergies to act up. My three brothers stuff me into the cramped cellar and chain the door shut. I pound on the door and beg them to let me out. My eldest brother, an outstanding businessman, snaps, "It's bad enough that you keep bullying Lori. How could you make her eat seafood when you know she's allergic to it? Isn't that just murder? Stay in there and reflect on your mistakes!" My second brother, an award-winning singer, and my third brother, a genius painter, scoff contemptuously. "It's unbelievable that someone as evil as you is making excuses to garner pity. You can stay in there and repent for your sins!" After that, they take our shuddering stepsister to the hospital. The oxygen in the cellar soon runs out, and it gets difficult to breathe. Ultimately, I die in there. My brothers only remember me three days later when they bring our stepsister back from the hospital. Unbeknownst to them, I've already died of asphyxiation.

I pleaded with my husband Cedric Fleetham over and over, and finally, he agreed to take our daughter camping in the mountains for her birthday. When I found her late the next night, she was already gone. She lay at the foot of the mountain, her tiny hand still clutching a drawing of our family. As I knelt beside her, my heart shattered. Meanwhile, Cedric was busy updating his social media. His post read, [You and our daughter are my treasures,] and it was accompanied by a photo, where he stood beside his childhood sweetheart and held hands with another little girl, watching the sunset. And there, in the corner of the picture, was a tiny hand—my daughter’s hand. The cruelest truth of all was that my daughter took that photo.

After my death, I found myself inside a romance strategy game, where the system assigned me three male leads. If I followed its instructions and successfully captured the heart of any one of them, I would return alive and well in the real world. Drawing on my experience, I crafted careful scripts to win their affection. Yet, every attempt ended in failure. The reason was simple: each of them had already fallen for the dazzling heroine of their world. They hurled cruel words at me, as if wishing I would just drop dead. In the end, I fulfilled their desire—when my strategies failed, the system erased me. But the moment I died, they all regretted it. One by one, they begged the heavens to return me to them.

I'm running from my old life and straight into my new one after discovering my boyfriend in bed with my best friend. It all seems like fate if you believe in that sort of stuff because my future was literally pulling me towards Northumberland. I didn't look back, just got in my car and drove but I soon discovered my new life was going to be a huge change and I wasn't sure if I was ready for it. The thing is, I never knew all the stories about werewolves were real, but it seems like I've just stepped into one of my books and the muscled Alpha, who seems to love my curves, has his eyes fixed on me. However is that because of an age old bond or because he genuinely likes me? My new life is only just starting, and I’m thrown into revenge and an old pack war. With my kidnapping happening at a time of life and death, there’s only one Alpha who can save me.

I leave my boyfriend without a word when he's at his lowest. He later makes a name for himself and forces me to marry him. Our relationship goes viral online and becomes the subject of everyone's envy. They all say he's desperately in love with me, but he later sleeps with other women in our bed. I fall from grace and become the city's biggest laughingstock. I don't cause a scene. Instead, I move into the guest bedroom and leave the master bedroom for them. He's furious as he grips my neck roughly. He bites my lips, drawing blood. "Why aren't you mad?" Because I'm sick. I don't have the time to wait for him to see the error of his ways anymore.

They never knew about her… A fairy tale, for Irwen, was something truly extraordinary—a destiny tied by a bond that seemed unbreakably strong and magical. But her mate had betrayed her, treating everything she had done as meaningless nonsense. Fine. Irwen understood—and decided that betrayal deserved a revenge. The Alpha King had exceeded her expectations. He helped her, and even proposed a marriage contract. He began to heal her frozen heart, drawing them into a more complicated relationship. To Irwen, it felt like stepping back into a fairy tale—one that might end in pain again. “I want you to be my Luna.” “I will protect you.” “I will stay by your side.” But will those promises hold true when they’re faced with something that stands in opposition? The healer and her chains…

"You'll do what I say Amelia and there won't be any problems, wifey" He spoke to me as his eyes flashed with anger. He touched my chin, raising my head to meet with his annoying gaze. "What if I don't do what you want? What will you do? Tie me up and lock me?" He drew his face closer to mine. "I'll make your life a living nightmare, kitty" He threatened. . . All her life, Amelia Carter has lived as an obedient omega but now living with Alpha King Lucian Van Othello, her whole life has crumbled. Born in royalty, but lived the life of a slave, Amelia was stripped of her title as the eldest daughter of the Alpha and sent off to marry the cruel Alpha of the Black Blood Pack, as her father handed her position to her younger sister. What happens when fate has other stuff in store for her? What if her father wants her back as she's to be the heir but her fake husband has now become her fated mate?

When I went to buy a new house, all I found was crumpled newspaper where my savings should've been. I almost called the cops—until I found out Tony Jarrett, my own husband, had blown seven years of my hard-earned cash on a shiny new motorcycle. For Pauline Schmidt. His ex. I asked why. He just shrugged. "She's a single mom. Life's tough. This way, she won't have to walk so much." I wanted to scream, but I swallowed it down. Made him at least get an IOU from her. While I was busy sourcing stuff for the factory, a flood warning hit our town. And Tony? Out buying toy cars with Pauline and her kid. Our son was home alone, trying to stay above water. I was back. Like life hit rewind and dropped me into that exact day. The day he gave her the motorcycle. I saw them—laughing, tight, like their own little picture-perfect family. But I didn't cry this time. Didn't beg. Just turned and walked off.