Fly Or Die

Layla Xander was gravely ill, with little time left. From that day forward, she had a revelation—when confronted with life and death, nothing else mattered. Selfish, leeching family members? She cut them off. A fiancé who proposed one day and cozied up to her 'good sister' the next? Out of her life. With nothing holding her back, she was finally free. Rumors about her slowly began to spread through her social circle. “Miss Xander has landed herself a wealthy benefactor.” “Miss Xander was seen vacationing with a young heartthrob.” “Miss Xander’s fortune has skyrocketed. She’s throwing around millions like it’s nothing.” Later, when the truth came to light, those who had abandoned her were left in tears, begging for forgiveness. Her leeching parents wept, “You’ll always be our sweet daughter. Come back home, won’t you?” Her scumbag ex-fiancé pleaded, “You’re the only one I’ve ever loved. Please, give me another chance.” But it was too late! A man stepped in, blocking everyone from getting near her. His face was cold and menacing as he growled, “Anyone who dares disturb Miss Xander again will leave here with broken legs.” And then, later still, that same man—once so untouchable and feared—knelt on one knee before her. His voice was deep and unwavering. “Whether in life or death, you’ll always be mine.” … William Lucas never claimed to be a good man. As the head of an elite and powerful family, his path had been paved with blood, and his decisiveness struck fear into anyone who dared cross him. No one could have guessed that this untouchable figure, feared by all, had been hiding away a tender place in his heart—for a girl. A secret he had carried for eight long years. Every ounce of gentleness he had was reserved solely for her.

The day I found out that I was a fake heiress who had taken the place of the Jones family’s real daughter, my husband, Timothy Lane, was brought back as the true heir of the Lane family. The man who once said he loved me quickly abandoned both me and our daughter. At that very moment, the real heiress, Nancy Jones, decisively broke up with the fake heir of the Lane family and got together with Timothy. According to them, this was simply ‘making things right’. After losing everything in the blink of an eye, Micah Lane, the fake heir, kidnapped my daughter and me, forcing me to call Timothy for help. However, Timothy ignored our desperate pleas and mocked us. "You two are really something. Of course the fake heiress and fake heir go together. No wonder you make such a perfect pair of actors." On the other end of the line, I could occasionally hear Nancy's raspy, suggestive voice. As I listened to them, Micah stabbed me and my daughter to death. I died a tragic, painful death. After we died, my daughter and I were my husband's final assignment as a mortician before he left the job. The man who claimed he did not care about us fell apart the moment he saw our lifeless bodies. "Wasn't it all supposed to be a lie?! Why weren't you lying to me?! "Please, don't die! Don't leave me!"

Everyone called Mia a shameless whore. However, the one trailing behind her was the youngest don of the Yorick family, James. He hand-washed her lace camisoles, broke three ribs for her, and even with his face covered in blood from a beating, he could still smile at her. One night, after too much drinking, the underboss he trusted most leaned down beside him. His face was full of disdain. “Boss, Mia is a disgrace to all of us! A woman like that, how could she ever be worthy of you?” James suddenly laughed. His eyes went terrifyingly blank. The cigar between his fingers glowed faintly in the dark. “Back then, before I secured my position, I was young, greedy for power. To get my sister-in-law that antique necklace she wanted, I took advantage of Mia being drunk and took pictures of her myself… “Ten dollars a copy. I sold thirty thousand of them. Things blew way out of control… I owe her.” James took a long drink of whiskey while his Adam’s apple bobbed. “Thankfully… she will never know. I will spend my whole life making it up to her, treating her twice as well.” He did not see the private room door quietly close the moment he said those words. Mia turned around with a blank expression on her face and walked into a small clinic on the corner. She laid down on the operating table. He would never deserve to know that he had once been a father, if only for a moment. That whole lifetime he planned to spend making it up to her, she did not want it anymore.

Im Endstadium meines Nierenversagens wurde die für mich passende Spenderniere – auf Entscheidung meines Mannes – meiner Schwester gegeben. Ich lehnte den Vorschlag der Ärzte ab, weiter auf ein passendes Organ zu warten, und ließ mich frühzeitig aus dem Krankenhaus entlassen. Wenn die Enttäuschung lange genug andauert, hört man auf zu kämpfen. All mein angespartes Vermögen übergab ich meiner Schwester – endlich lächelten mich meine Eltern wieder an. Mein Mann kümmerte sich Tag und Nacht um sie. Ich war nicht wütend – im Gegenteil, ich ermahnte ihn, besonders fürsorglich zu sein. Sogar als mein Sohn sagte, er wolle, dass sie seine Mama sei, lächelte ich und stimmte zu. Jetzt ist alles so, wie sie es wollten. Warum bereuen sie es auf einmal?

Als mich der Verbrecher zu Tode folterte, war ich im dritten Monat schwanger. Doch mein Ehemann Mark – der bekannteste Detektiv der Stadt – war im Krankenhaus bei seiner ersten Liebe Emma und begleitete sie zu ihrer medizinischen Untersuchung. Vor drei Tagen hatte er von mir verlangt, Emma eine Niere zu spenden. Als ich mich weigerte und sagte, ich sei im zweiten Monat schwanger von unserem Kind, wurde sein Blick eisig. „Hör auf zu lügen“, fauchte er. „Du bist einfach nur egoistisch und willst Emma sterben lassen.“ Er hielt auf der dunklen Landstraße an. „Steig aus“, befahl er. „Lauf nach Hause, wenn du schon so herzlos bist.“ Ich blieb in der Dunkelheit zurück und wurde von dem rachsüchtigen Verbrecher entführt, den Mark einst ins Gefängnis gebracht hatte. Er schnitt mir die Zunge heraus. Mit grausamer Genugtuung benutzte er mein Handy, um meinen Mann anzurufen. Marks Antwort war kurz und kalt: „Ganz egal, was es ist, Emmas ärztliche Untersuchung ist wichtiger! Sie braucht mich jetzt.“ Der Verbrecher ließ ein finsteres Lachen hören. "Na, na... Anscheinend schätzt der großartige Detektiv das Leben seiner Ex-Partnerin höher als das seiner Ehefrau. Als Mark Stunden später am Tatort eintraf, war er entsetzt über die Grausamkeit, die dem Leichnam angetan worden war. Er verurteilte wütend den Mörder, weil er eine Schwangere so grausam behandelt hatte. Doch er erkannte nicht, dass die verstümmelte Leiche vor ihm seine eigene Frau war – mich.

To the humans, she's the woman of God. A forbidden fruit that cannot be touched by anyone. To the werewolves, she's someone's Mate. A woman who was destined to be someone's lover alone. ~~~ Jenna Harrison left her mate and become a human because she wasn't okay with her mate being best friends with his ex-lover. She said it's complicated. However, what happens when she is thrown back into the world of werewolves? This time she's a human and a newly anointed nun. Who is it going to be, Mate or God?

"I regret meeting you," Alpha Elijah whispered, his voice trembling as tears filled my eyes and my head rested on his shoulder. "I regret falling for you," I replied softly, our eyes glistening with the pain of separation. In that moment, we shared one last kiss—a bittersweet exchange of sorrow and longing. Elijah's lips lingered on mine, his tongue exploring as if to savor every fleeting second. Dive into the gripping tale of Alpha Elijah, his destined mate Violet, and his forbidden love, Emma. What twists and turns await in this tangled web of love, revenge, and heartbreak?

Just two days before our engagement, my fiance, Theodore Scott, kneels to adjust the hem of my dress, his fingers suddenly brushing lightly against my ankle. "Isabella, I've never seen you wear heels. You have such beautiful feet." I adjust the waistline of my gown in the mirror and answer casually, "I'm not used to them. My legs hurt when I walk in heels." "Just try them. High heels would look perfect with your mermaid dress." His palm glides up along my leg, stopping at the back of my knee. He murmurs, "Red-bottom stilettos—each step would sway so gracefully, and the way they'd peek out when you walk… You'd look breathtaking in them." I look up and catch his focused, burning gaze in the mirror. "Since when do you know about these things?"

I am owned by him.......A Ruthless Billionaire ...or can I say a Mafia??? I stepped in his world as his contracted bride..........Is it easy to be his wife??..........Our worlds are different but I love him....or I hate him???.......What will happen to me...

He was on a mission to kill. She thought he was meek but what happens when her interesting happenings turned out to be her worst nightmare. She was the Alpha's daughter, he was merely a slave. Would they ever be together?