Fictive Alter Novels & Stories

They were more emotionally stable and if they will, they could keep up with both Prime Alpha and Beta Sentinel. But along with these new categories came another two, Feral and Aberrant. The first one pertains to people of any secondary gender who lost touch with reality and could be triggered by a lot of stressful situations. The latter was a category for those who had genetic disabilities. Common cases were because of the difference in the genes of the parents.

She has read somewhere that alter personalities are psychological problems whereby a person might have one, two, or more people acting in him. It was a weird phenomenon that this strange personality might appear with or without the person's consent. Tho can be controlled or cured if noted on time, or use drugs to tame them. " I once experienced how alter-personality acts when I tried to resist him one of those days he tried to rape me. I was beaten brutally, not to mention being raped repeatedly. I wished for death that very day. He begged the next day, referring to his alter personality. He also treated me, but I asked for freedom from him but he refused instantly, stating that I am his for

He loosens his tie and sits comfortable on the edge of the desk, I didn't hire you to be my maid Alisha Pls don't say what I think you're going to say DEX I want you to pretend to be my fiancée. Alisha identify theft DEX I will pay all your father's hospital bills I gulp, my father's pale faces comes to my mind laying in his hospital bed along with Nurse Besty's scowl as she threatened to kick him out Alisha Just for a week, what if someone finds out DEX You nearly fooled Randy when you weren't even trying, with the right clothes and hair, no one will ever know.

"A grubby schmuck waltzing into Regal International? Security! What's this place coming to, letting in street scum? It's revolting!" His cronies piled on. "Hey, don't soil the rugs." "Mark, remember? This guy is all principled, claiming money means nothing. Now that his gimpy girlfriend is history, he is here trolling for a rich benefactress?" Their malicious cackles reverberated through the lobby. Enduring their fabricated slander, I fixed Mark with a steely glare and ground my teeth. "Back off!" Mark's expression soured. "Say that again!" He lunged forward, shoving me with brutal strength.

“Even if it is only for a short time. See it as a favour from a friend. Not like you haven't done plenty of those for me in our time here. I'm just returning the many favours I owe you. And, while doing that, you gain your title. Then you can make the changes you need to rules within your pack so you are free to live as you please, and we end things.” I could almost see the cogs turning within his brain as his eyes flickered with a realisation of what it is I am suggesting. I think what I had suggested may work. If his family believed he was marked and mated they were never going to continue a marriage search. He could not have an arranged marriage whilst mated to another. We could make them

" Sandra hesitated before nodding and disappearing down the hallway. The second she was gone, I reached for the photograph. "Let me see it again." He handed it over without a word. Turning it over, I searched for anything that might explain where it had come from. There was no signature. No address. Nothing except the five words written across the bottom. I know your engagement is fake. A chill crawled up my spine. "This isn't Camille." Jace frowned. "What makes you say that?" "If she wanted to expose us, she wouldn't send a warning." He looked at the photograph again. I continued quietly.

"And you're telling me this because…?" "You really don't know who his fiancée was?" I heard the probe in her voice. I kept my face smooth. "Damien and I aren't close. How would I know? And even if I used to, I've lost my memory. I wouldn't remember now." She said nothing. Just stared at me. "It was you." "Me?" I pointed at myself, feigning surprise. "I don't care if your amnesia is real or fake. Damien proposed to me. I'm his mate now. Stay away from him."

"Invisible?" "You stay away from me as much as humanly possible," I demanded, crossing my arms tightly over my chest to keep from trembling. "I train with somebody else now, so you can stay away from that. You don't have to sit with me when I eat with my friends. Just help me with the written part. And I promise I'll be the perfect fake mate in public." Fake mate felt bitter on my tongue after knowing the truth. For a long, agonizing moment, Khyrix didn't move. His eyes searched my face, scanning the dark circles under my eyes, the stubborn set of my mouth, and the desperation.

In the past, we used to stay up all night, sometimes with my best friend Elijah. He’d try to bring up conversation, disrupting my peace. Those days, I used to be annoyed, but now that he was gone, I wished I had cherished him more. “Don’t worry. It’s not difficult.” Narrowing my hands toward the table, I placed the documents back. “In the future, you don’t need to do things like this anymore.” “Why not? We’ve been together since we were little. Why can’t I be by your side?” “That’s different. We are grown up now. I’m your alpha, and you are my beta—the other day we went out, a client mistook you for my wife. Hearing things like that, people might mistake our relationship…”

Since the day I last saw it, many things have changed since those years. I remembered those days when I used to play with Jordan and Ella in this Castle and I smiled all by myself thinking about my past. But it has become like a dream for me to ever set foot on this castle. If only I could transform into a werewolf then my father would have accepted me and loved me even though I was his illegitimate child. I only know I was an illegitimate child to Humphrey D.Jones.