Female Names In Norse Mythology

Ethan is one of the least you could ever imagine was a full blooded werewolf. A clumsy ass, a nerd, a wimp, all about a loser, with many health problems. Also an orphan. He was never the bold type rather he was very shy and tends to play dumb. But what happens when he found his grandfather dead in house, heart ripped off? With pain and grief he tries to fight through, but he is struck down when he is been told the real truth about his origin, like it wasn't hard enough, he comes to know a lot more than he can take, crossing over to the werewolf world were he is forced to be an omega and rejected cause he was seen as weak. How ever all the werewolf race are endanger with the prophecy pending, the hero was already been prepared right from birth, at least the person the thought was their hero. But little did they know the moon goddess had her eyes on someone else, someone least expected. A nobody.But cause of some traumatic experience will the chosen one ever conquer his fear and finally let his werewolf speak or would betrayal and abuse quench the only hope of goddess Luna? or will another hero be chosen for the ultimate battle of the prophecy? only you can find out now! warnings. contain sexual assault, abuse of minor, disturbing scenes. for only those who are strong enough to go through that adventure! through pain and victory.

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Stefani Sauvone, gadis berusia 21 tahun yang harus melewati lika-liku kehidupan yang rumit, sejak lulus sekolah Stefani harus melawan kerasnya dunia, hidup mandiri untuk memenuhi tuntutan keluarga. Hingga akhinya ia mulai bekerja di sebah perusahaan property, tuntutan kerja semakin membuatnya tertekan. Bahkan membuatnya harus rela melakukan segala hal yang tak pernah ia perbuat. Keaadaan itu membawa Stefani bertemu dengan Albert Wiliams, seorang laki-laki dewasa yang sudah mempunyai seorang istri. Niat awal Stefani mendekati laki-laki itu murni untuk pekerjaan, namun siapa sangka, sikap Albert Wiliams yang lemah lembut dan penuh perhatian menumbuhkan benih cinta dalam hati Stefani. Lantas bagaimanakah kisah hubungan beda usia dan status tersebut? Akankah Stefani mengubur perasaannya, atau justru semakin terjerat oleh Pesoan CEO kesepian itu!?

“Dastan, tolong dididik anjingmu! Dia selalu masuk rumah orang seenaknya, sama seperti majikannya dulu.” Dastan menyandarkan tangan di pagar, menatap malas ke arah Marvella. “Lucu ya? Dulu waktu aku mau 'masuk', kamu malah buka 'pintunya' lebar-lebar.” Marvella pun tercengang mendengar kalimat ambigu pria itu yang mengarah ke hal tak senonoh, lalu mendesis pelan. “Tapi sekarang 'pintunya' sudah digembok dengan rapat.” Dastan mendekatkan wajahnya seraya berbisik nakal, “Santai aja. Kunci akan selalu bisa dicari. Dibobol paksa, kalau perlu.” *** Marvella Riani, single mom dengan anak laki-laki berusia delapan tahun bernama Kenzo, pindah ke komplek baru demi hidup tenang pasca perceraian. Namun ketenangan itu hancur begitu ia sadar bahwa rumah sebelah ternyata dihuni oleh Dastan Alvaro—mantan pacar yang dulu meninggalkan luka besar. Kini Dastan adalah arsitek sukses, bujangan paling populer di komplek, sekaligus pemilik anjing husky usil bernama Oreo yang lebih sering nongkrong di rumah Marvella bersama Kenzo, ketimbang di rumahnya sendiri. ***

When my husband Joshua dragged his student Linda Moore into our apartment, I didn't even blink—I gave up the bed. Last time, it'd been pouring when he showed up with her in the middle of the night. Told me to crash on the floor with my daughter Mia and gave Linda the bed like it was nothing. I lost it. Fought with him, snapped at her. She bolted, slipped into a ditch, and supposedly drowned. Joshua said nothing. Then, one night, with the storm going wild outside, he pried open a manhole and dumped me and Mia in like trash. "Linda's my mentor's daughter. She's dead—how am I supposed to face him? You two can apologize yourselves." We didn't even get to scream before that freezing, disgusting water swallowed us whole. Turns out, Linda faked the whole thing. Just a twisted joke to punish me. Joshua moved her in right after, like nothing happened. Now, thunder cracked again as the door opened—and there he was, Linda right behind him.

My husband was out cold. Middle of the night, his phone lit up on the nightstand—chat app blowing up. I leaned over and grabbed it, quiet as a breath. Messages from someone named 'Viv.' Her last one? [Goodnight, Matt.] I had my fingerprint saved, but I'd never used it. Six years of trust. Six years of believing he was loyal—maybe too awkward to cheat. But something felt off. So I tapped in. And just like that, I opened Pandora's box. My heart? Tanked.

After my husband cheats, my relatives advise me to be tolerant and forgiving. Why? Because my husband's mistress is pregnant, and I'm infertile. Even his parents hurry to our house in the middle of the night to say, "Don't worry—we won't let that woman step foot in this house. Once she gives birth, the child will be yours." Is that so? I sneer as I look at a medical report. Perhaps the child will have something to do with me, but it definitely won't have anything to do with my husband.

I am the orphaned hybrid of a vampire and a werewolf. After my parents died, I was sent to the Silvermoon Pack, taken in by a distant relative on my father's side. They had three sons—triplets—each carrying the noble Alpha bloodline. In public, they were the epitome of grace and charm. But behind closed doors, they were my living nightmare. They despised me. To them, my blood was a stain, my existence a mistake. But in their world, I was more than just an outcast—I was prey. They made a bet: who would be the first to have me? To them, it wasn't just about desire. It was about possession, control. A way to chain me to them, to turn me into their plaything. They drugged me and watched as I collapsed at their feet, powerless, theirs to toy with as they pleased. In the end, they ruined me. Smeared my name until the whole pack sneered at me. Then came the bonfire festival. They tricked me away from the crowd and threw me into a pit—a collapsed silver mine, its air thick with toxic silver dust. Torches rained down, their flames licking at the walls, while the silver seeped into my body. It poisoned me slowly. Bit by bit, my body unraveled. And finally, my consciousness dissolved into the dark. But when I opened my eyes again, everything had reset. I had returned to the beginning. One of the triplets, Reine, smirked as he leaned in, his voice laced with amusement. "Ayla, what a beautiful name. May I invite you to the bonfire festival?" The bonfire festival? Of course. This time, let's make it your last night.

My mom had a sudden heart attack, and the medical bills were piling up faster than I could breathe. I was desperate, so I turned to my rich boyfriend, hoping he could help, or at least offer some kind of solution. But instead of the support I expected, he unleashed a tirade that hit harder than anything I'd ever heard. "So this is why you're with me? Just for my money? You're no different from those other women throwing themselves at me. You're all the same—pathetic and shameless!" Before I could even react, he shoved me out the door. Later, when he finally understood the full story, he handed me a bank card, no questions asked. "Candice," he said quietly, his tone almost remorseful. "The password is your birthday." I didn't say a word. I just let the card drop onto the floor and walked away without looking back.