Eyes Of The Soul นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I'm dying at seven months pregnant, and the one behind it is my husband. Hearing that a premature baby's blood can save my sister, he conspires with a shady clinic to take the baby out through surgery. After draining the baby's blood, he walks away—leaving my fragile preemie to die. Later, my parents say, "You owe Yvie. It's time to repay her." My husband says, "We can always have another child. A baby's life can't possibly be more important than Yvie's, can it? The overwhelming rage and grief cause me to bleed to death. My soul floats above them as I watch them prepare my sister's surgery. They don't even bother to change me into clean clothes. No one mourns me. No one loses their mind over my death. Without a care, they wheel me into the morgue and celebrate Yvonne's recovery. When I open my eyes again, I've gone back three months earlier—to the day my whole family forced me to divorce.

“Don’t come close, please,” she cried, shaking even more. Her hands went to her ears and covered them. “You should have known better when you decided to mess with Vito Caputo,” Saying this, I bent over the cage, grabbed her like she weighed nothing and pulled her out and onto the floor. “Please…” My eyes settled on the red Laurex uniform clinging to her chest. “We should see what these clothes are hiding. Don't you agree with me?”  “Don’t…” “Don’t fucking them me what to do. You signed up for this the moment you agreed to mess with me.” “I'll fuck you till life leaves your body, little wolf.” “I'll assault your body, mind and soul until you speak up. I'll make you cum again and again till you cum your way into the afterlife.” “I'll spread your little legs apart until they hurt. I'll chain your hands over your head until they ache."

Seraphina Ashford was born to kill supernatural creatures. A deadly assassin, she had spent years hunting vampires and werewolves, wiping them out without mercy. But beneath her ruthless exterior lay a woman who had suffered too much, a former wolf now trapped in a human body. By day, she lived as a high school teacher, blending into the human world. By night, she was a relentless predator, taking revenge on the creatures who destroyed her life. She despised them—every last one. But fate was cruel. On a school trip deep in the forest, her world shattered when she met *him*. Damien Alexander Blackwood. Alpha of the Blood Eclipse Pack. A monster feared by all. He was not just a wolf—he was a hybrid, a deadly fusion of vampire and werewolf, making him nearly unstoppable. His pack was infamous for their brutality, treating mates as nothing more than possessions. Damien was the worst of them all, a merciless ruler who crushed anyone who defied him. And now, Seraphina was his mate. She hated him. She wanted him dead. But Damien did not accept rejection. He wanted her—body, mind, and soul—and he would have her. When she defied him, he bared his fangs. When she resisted, he found a way to break her. And when she shut her eyes to avoid his hypnotic gaze, he forced them open. A sharp pain tore through her neck as his fangs sank deep, sealing her fate. Her blood coated his lips, his crimson eyes locking onto hers with a victorious smirk. She had fallen into his trap. And now, she knew—there was no escape. She was his. Forever.

Betrayal, fear, and confusion clouded her thoughts as she faced the harsh reality of her existence. The daughter of the Shadow Weaver's ruthless leader, she had been molded into a weapon, a puppet dancing on her father's strings. Yet, beneath the facade of loyalty, her soul yearned for something more, something real. Trapped in enemy territory, she found an unexpected solace in the arms of Christian Darwin, the Royal Beta of the Red Moon pack. His eyes, like twin galaxies, held a promise of protection and understanding. "You need to trust me," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to her wounded spirit. "I will take away your pain. I will make them pay for what they've done to you. They'll regret every moment of it." His words hung in the air, laden with a fierce determination that resonated with Mia's shattered soul. As he opened his arms, a silent plea for her to find refuge in his embrace, she hesitated for a moment, her teary eyes searching his face for sincerity. In that fragile moment, she made a choice – to let go of the chains that bound her and to embrace the warmth of his presence. With a rush of raw, unfiltered emotion, she threw herself into his arms, seeking solace in the midst of chaos. What happens when secrets are revealed and she finds out that her life has been nothing but a series of lies? What happens when the truth unfolds and she finds out that the only person she was ever devoted to, was the one who betrayed her? She is yet to discover her true identity so join Mia on this rollercoaster journey where her mate will bring her wildest fantasies to life, where she has only one mission: Make The Culprit Pay.

My twin sister, wanting to be with her thug boyfriend, secretly planned to apply for a junior college. When I could not talk her out of it, I told our parents and managed to stop her. However, just a month into the new semester, her thug boyfriend cheated on her. She left a suicide note, blaming it all on the long distance between them. She wrote that if she had gone to that junior college, her boyfriend would never have cheated. Grief‑stricken, my parents turned all their rage on me. "You wretched girl, this is all your fault for meddling! What business was it of yours which school your sister went to? Even if she didn't go to college, we could still support her. We didn't need your big mouth!" "If it weren't for your spiteful tongue, your sister wouldn't be dead!" "We were cursed to have a vicious, unfilial daughter like you!" They locked me in her room, ordering me to repent. Then they took her ashes on a trip, saying they wanted her to see the beautiful mountains and rivers she never got to visit in life. A month later, they returned from their travels to find me long dead, starved to a withered husk in front of my sister's photo. Their eyes held no grief, no guilt, only a faint, scornful curl of the lips. In their eyes, my death was nothing more than justice served. My broken soul saw their icy expressions, and despairing tears burned my eyes. Then my sister's familiar voice rang out again: "What business is it of yours which school I go to? You're just jealous that I have a boyfriend, aren't you?"

An arranged marriage will be announced, two completely different cultures are found in this plot, but can Giovanna's independent soul surrender to the charm of the ambitious Danish prince?

Damien, last name unknown, better known as the Devil's son. The heir to the Kingdom of hell, well, that is until some brave soul drives a silver blade through his dear father's heart. A heart whose affection he has never known. With a body carved to perfection, biceps that clench and flex, abs tighten with every movement to give nothing but pure pleasure. He is powerful and elegant. He is drawn to danger and a determination to conquer. Yet, there is one that he has not conquered yet. The things that humans crave…love. As he does on so many nights, he defies his father's rules and returns to the surface in search of what this monster cannot have. And it is on one of these nights when he creeps through the gates that he lays eyes on her. Mirabelle Rose, an exquisite beauty; she is mysterious and the girl that every man desires. She presents all the things that Damien cannot have, and this is the very thing that draws him to her. They spent several glorious nights of bliss together until the Devil learns what his son has been keeping his time with. Both Damien and Annabelle are punished for their deception. The only thing that keeps them hoping is their letters.

I burned my painting right in front of the students and university staff. Thunderous applause filled the hall. Everyone thought it was some kind of performance. But my senior in the graduate program panicked. He rushed forward and grabbed my wrist, his voice tight. “Connor, have you gone mad? This is your only shot to prove yourself!” I shook him off, cold. A chance? That was his chance, right? During my past life, he stole the painting I poured my heart and soul into and entered it in the competition ahead of me. The composition, the colors, even my original technique… He copied all of it. He won the Gold Award for the National Youth Art Competition, signed with a top gallery, and basked in glory. Meanwhile, I was branded a shameless plagiarist. The insults and curses overwhelmed me completely. "Get out of the art scene already!" “A plagiarist like you should just die!” His fans stormed my studio, smashed my tools, and broke my right hand. With my world in ruins, I jumped off the studio roof. Opening my eyes again, I realized I had returned to the day my senior accused me of plagiarism.

Scarlette Newton thought her five-year marriage was built on love—until she walked in on her husband in a hotel room with her younger sister. Betrayed. Humiliated. And constantly blamed for not giving him a child. As if that pain wasn’t enough, Ethan served her divorce papers and spat the words that shattered her soul: “You’re useless. Broken. Unwanted.” Just when her world came crashing down, Liam—Ethan’s younger brother—stepped forward with a shocking proposal that flipped everything. “Let me ruin you for him, Scarlette…” Liam growled, his breath hot against my thighs as he knelt between my legs, eyes burning into mine. “Marry me—and I’ll make you forget what it ever felt like to be touched by my brother. I’ll make your body scream my name until his becomes a curse you never speak again.” Now Scarlette must decide: walk away quietly like everyone expects… or marry Liam and tear the Newton name down from the inside. Viewer Discretion Advised ☠️ This book contains intense, dark themes: rough sex, and BDSM Raw, explicit, and unfiltered sexual content

"You can't reject me!" She pleaded with tears glistening her eyes, while he stands there indifferent. Hatred evident in his grey orbs. "Please!" He moves closer to her , entrapping her body between the wall and his big frame. Looking at her from top to bottom in disgust, he seethes at her. "You should have thought about it before sleeping with the bast***" "You should have thought about it before betraying me mate." ............ She was a havoc created by nature, found wrapped in a blanked at the side of a river. Bullied and shunned by the werewolf society. She was a mere rogue who was surviving. Untill he came , hating her. Cursing her and playing with her like a prey. Doing everything to break her like her betrayal has broken her. If only he knew she has not surrendered her virtue by choice, if only he knew she was an innocent. If only he knew he could never break her for she was not a weak pathetic rogue. She was the girl born with the power to summon the strongest known wolf in the world. She was the very soul referred to in the werewolf books of philosophy. She was none other than the summoner. The summoner of the death wolf.