Everyone You Hate Is Going To Die

Merrielyn Forbes has no idea what kind of life awaits her at Pinnthorpe Academy. She's new, ripe and the object of ruthless desire when she crosses paths with the school's most demented prince, Cormac "Chaos" Graves. She catches him in a compromising position, and he swears to reign down havoc on her to keep her mouth shut. But his secret isn't the only thing fiercely binding them together. Merrielyn just happens to be the fated mate of the feared boy who's determined to destroy her. She has no inkling to why he hates her so much, but like a moth to a flame, the dangerous air around him beckons her. And Chaos? Every time he sees her, all he can think about is everything he lost — everything she cost him two years ago — that she now doesn't remember. Their bond pulls them together like opposing magnets. And like fuel to an open flame, with every stolen glance, they burn hotter. Fate is a funny thing. It tore them apart once. Now? It might be the very thing forcing them back together. And Merrielynn has no clue that the boy who wants to ruin her, might just be the very same one that saves her life.

พ่อแท้ๆเคยขายเธอให้กับเสี่ยแก่คราวปู่อย่างไม่แยแส ผ่านไปสี่ปีพี่ชายกับเพื่อนยังมารวมหัวกันแอบอ้างชื่อไปกู้เงินอีก ชีวิตที่แต่เดิมก็ไม่ได้ดีเลิศอะไร ตอนนี้พังทลายไปพร้อมกับคืนที่เสียบริสุทธิ์เรียบร้อย  ไม่มีเงินจ่ายก็ใช้เรือนร่างขัดดอก ตกเป็นทาสอยู่ข้างกายเขาอย่างซื่อสัตย์เชื่อฟัง บัดซบเถอะ! ใครบอกติดหนี้แล้วจะได้เจ้าหนี้เป็นผัวกัน มันมีแค่ในนิยายเข้าใจไหม "ทั้งหมดสองล้าน ฉันจ่ายหนี้ครบแล้ว ทีนี้ไปได้หรือยัง" เขาเหล่ตามองเงินที่เธอหามาอย่างยากลำบาก เหมือนกับมองกองขยะกองหนึ่งก็ไม่ปาน คิดจะไปไหนกัน เป็นเมียเขามาสี่ปีหมกมุ่นแต่กับเรื่องใช้หนี้ ผู้หญิงคนนี้มันน่าโมโหนัก คนอื่นดูออกหมดว่าเขาคิดยังไง คงจะมีแค่เธอนี่แหละที่ไม่ยอมรับผัวตัวเอง คำก็หน้าเลือด สองคำก็ขูดรีด รู้จักอ้อนหน่อยอย่าว่าแต่เงินทอง อยากได้อะไรก็หามาให้หมดทุกอย่างแล้ว

After failing a bomb disposal mission, my wife, who's also a bomb disposal expert, gives my shield to her true love. I grab her hand and plead with her not to do it, but she shoves me away. "You're so selfish! You have a system that can revive you—why do you even need the shield? Jeremy is already weak, to begin with. He can't handle any impact and needs two shields to keep him safe!" She doesn't know that the system has only given me two chances to be revived. I used the first chance when she begged me to save Jeremy Sawyer. During a mission last year, I used the second chance to save her from the brink of death. It looks like I'm going to die today.

Mein Verlobter Dante De Rossi war der Erbe einer New Yorker Mafiafamilie. Er liebte mich leidenschaftlich, doch einen Monat vor unserer Hochzeit erklärte er, auf Drängen seiner Familie müsse er mit seiner Jugendfreundin – Isobel De Luca, ein Kind zeugen. Ich lehnte ab, doch er kam täglich darauf zurück und setzte mich immer stärker unter Druck. Dann, zwei Wochen vor der Hochzeit, erhielt ich einen Schwangerschaftstest von der Klinik. Erst da wurde mir klar: Sie war schon seit fast einem Monat schwanger. Er hatte nie vor, mich um Einverständnis zu bitten. In diesem Moment begriff ich: Unsere jahrelange Beziehung war zerbrechlich wie Glas. Ich sagte die Hochzeit ab und verbrannte alle Geschenke, die er mir je gemacht hatte. Am Tag der geplanten Hochzeit reiste ich entschlossen nach Italien, um mein Aufbaustudium in klinischer Medizin zu beginnen und offiziell einen Einsatz bei Ärzte ohne Grenzen zu übernehmen. Damit durchtrennte ich alle Verbindungen zur Mafiafamilie. Von da an waren er und ich – für immer Vergangenheit!

Celeste Leblanc, the daughter of the richest man in the city, has ordered a custom-fitted ring worth a billion dollars according to my finger size. She claims that she will marry the person who can wear it perfectly. In the first time loop, George Braun, the fake heir, secretly enlarges the ring so that he can marry Celeste. She responds by slapping him to the point he's all bruised and battered. "You're not the one!" In the second time loop, my adopted brother, Roger Braun, loses 30 pounds in one go so that he can marry Celeste. She responds by pushing him down the stairs. "You're not the one either!" In the third time loop, my stepfather, Edgar Braun, grits his teeth and makes up his mind. He slices the flesh off his finger so that he can wear the ring properly. Celeste chuckles coldly at the sight. She orders her bodyguards to drown Edgar in a bathtub immediately. In the fourth time loop, everyone is left without a choice. They're so frightened that they deliver me into Celeste's hands. I put on the ring. It fits my finger perfectly well. The entire family heaves sighs of relief. But the moment Celeste sees me, she draws out a blade and stabs me to death. "You're not the one too! Where the hell is my fated husband?" In the final time loop, when Celeste tells her secretary, Donny Griffin, to bring the ring over, all of us claim that we can't wear the ring at all. But Donny shoots us a weird look. "Ms. Leblanc has already made it clear that one of you is the ring's owner."

" Tell me what can I do to make it up for you?" He asks, taking a seat on the table near the bed, sounding guilty. Tho, I don't trust his words or feelings it can always change. I faced him, grinning violently as I asked, "Can you let me go?" He smiled. "Except that." I knew he will say something like that. "I don't wanna do this marriage. " He cocks his brow up in amusement before he chuckled, "I thought I made it clear when we met that you don't have any choice to make while you are here with me. " I sighed, with an annoy, he continued. "Though, if that's how I can make up then let's make a deal. " "What deal?" °^°^°^°^°^ Elina's life turns upside down when she got kidnapped by the man who appears in her nightmares who is none other than the son of ruthless Mafia, Andrew, and he, himself a rumored to be the most dangerous mafia in reality. Elina soon starts to hear and see the things she has no idea of and tries her best to know the reason behind it but she wasn't ready to find and process something more horrifying about Andrew and her's unknown past that was kept hidden by her.

Five years ago, my Alpha parents rescued me from an orphanage and brought me home to the Blue Moon Pack. I thought my life was finally taking a turn for the better. I thought I was safe. But I was wrong. Yolanda McKinney—the fake heiress—conspired with rogue wolves to destroy me. They kidnapped me, ran over my legs with a car, breaking them, and left me battered and bleeding. When my parents and my childhood sweetheart, Joseph Delgado, found me lying in a pool of my own blood, their panic was unmistakable. They rushed me to the pack hospital, but the diagnosis was devastating: I might never walk again. Joseph proposed to me on the spot, vowing to stand by me through everything. My parents, furious at Yolanda's betrayal, promised swift justice. They assured me they had cut all ties with her, that she'd fled in guilt and drowned in a tragic accident. I believed them. I had to. For five years, I focused on recovery, trying to rebuild my shattered life. My marriage to Joseph was my anchor, the one thing I thought I could trust. Until the day I saw Yolanda McKinney alive. "You and Mom and Dad saved my life," she said smugly, her voice dripping with venom. "Without you, that pathetic cripple would’ve been the end of me." My blood ran cold as she continued. "But she never suspected, not even for a second, that you and I have a pup. Mom and Dad? They erased every trace, switched her meds for useless pills—hell, they even buried the evidence." Joseph's response shattered what little remained of my heart. "Don't make it sound so harsh," he murmured. "Marrying her was the only way I could keep sending those forgiveness letters. It was the only way to keep you and our son safe." Every word stabbed me like a blade. My marriage? A lie. My parents? Traitors who discarded me like trash. The justice they’d promised me? A farce. Fine. If I meant nothing to them, then they would mean nothing to me.

Extract. " Why are you here?" She asked, staring out the window. She has refused to face him since he entered the room, treating him as if he were a ghost. She was a ghost to everyone but not to him and she wondered why. " Came to see you. Did I come at a bad time?" He asked. With a crooked sigh, she finally turned to face him, revealing a tear streaked face. Anger rose in him. Moving towards him, she muttered through gritted teeth. " Every time is a bad time Ray, don't you understand that?" " I understand if you're angry, I can always come see you tomorrow..." She cut him off. " I don't want you to come see me tomorrow or the day after that! I need you to leave me alone! Stop trying to help me Ray, we both know it's not going to work. I wonder why you even bother. Just go away!" " Why do you keep pushing me away?! I want to help you, why won't you let me?" " Because it's of no use. No one can help me Ray, not even you. And you trying is going to hurt the both of us! Even more than we can ever imagine." She spat, tears clouding in her eyes again. She was always crying and frowning. Never smiled. He never thought she knew what it felt like to smile. " But I love you! I freaking do! Why can't you understand and let me stay?" He yelled, shaking her, tears forming in his eyes at the one girl he loved but keeps pushing him away. " Then hate me. If you truly love me Ray... You would hate me." She growled, staring deep into his eyes. Giving him a choice, to hate or love her...

As the wife of the Colombian cartel heir, Krystal Serrano is a symbol of diplomacy and control. Dressed in silk, wrapped in silence, and displayed like a crown jewel at the center of power. But behind the flawless smile lies a woman raised not just to survive, but to rule. When her husband's betrayal ignites a war with the Italian mafia, Krystal is taken. Kidnapped and hidden away by Zachary Romano, the young, ruthless Don who solves problems with bullets and buries questions with bodies. He thought he had captured a soft, obedient mafia wife. What he brought home was a storm in heels. Krystal doesn't beg. She doesn't break. Her silence provokes, her lips taunt, and her gaze slices deeper than any blade. Inside the stone walls of his private villa, control begins to slip. Hatred turns into tension. Tension burns into obsession. And in their world, love always comes with blood on its hands. The ring on her finger still binds her to a man who believes she belongs to him. But what happens when a woman like Krystal meets someone dark enough to understand her, broken enough to match her, and reckless enough to want her? Because there's a difference between loving a woman like Krystal… And trying to own her. And Zach Romano is about to learn—only one man can stand beside her. The rest will be buried.

"Nina is that you. You look so beautiful" a guy said. "Have some drink" "No, she is leaving," said the harsh voice, and next thing I know champagne was all over my dress. I gasped as it stained it. Before I could react he grabbed me and dragged me to the pool area. I yanked my hand. "What the hell. You ruined my clothes" I half yelled. "What the fuck you are doing in my party looking like a slut" he yelled angrily while pinning me to the wall. Listening to his words my blood boiled. "Let me guess you came here to ruin my mood by showing your ugly face," he said letting me know his hate. "Stop giving so much importance to yourself. I'm here because of your mom. My face must be ugly but ugly souls like you are not even worth wasting my life's a single second" I said angrily pushed him but he didn't move. "I can hide my ugly soul behind this face but ugly ducklings like you carry their ugliness which can't even be hidden by beautiful dress because they stain everything around them with their ugliness," his words were hurting my soul but I won't cry. With all my power I pushed him making him fall in the pool. "Happy Birthday," I said with a smirk on my face but he didn't let me go. Things he did to me after it still send a shiver to my spine. One thing was clear on that day that I don't want to see his face again in this life. But I don't know what the hell I'm doing standing in front of him in Church wearing a wedding gown and looking at his angry victory smirk on his face with my glassy eyes.