Forsaken Ao3 Novels & Stories

"You said the same thing back then, and look how that turned out." When Nicky was first starting out, I lived with her in a cramped basement and ate cheap takeout. She was moved by my dedication and promised to buy me everything I wanted once she succeeded. However, those promises faded and were replaced by contempt. I would rather see her dead than offer her a fresh start. "Jensen, I was wrong. Ryan clouded my judgment. Please forgive me. I can't live without you," she pleaded regretfully. I looked at her without an ounce of sympathy and replied, "I don't love you anymore, Nicky. I've never felt more at peace since I left you. If you can't go on, then go ahead and end it. Maybe you'll meet

"She's a tool, nothing more. Darius sold her to me, and she will serve her purpose. That is all there is to it." Aric nodded, but the doubt clinging to his eyes was crystal clear. "What happens when she has served her purpose? When you have broken her?" I turned back to the window, my hands on the sill. "Then, she is discarded. Like everyone else. The hours melted and merged, until the first light of dawn struggled through the veil of dark. It was today-her wedding day.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Aurora chose to become NOTHING to find the Forgotten One! She's falling into the deepest void where even God fears to go! Will she return? Will she remember herself? Will the Forgotten One help her? Or is this the final end of Aurora Sinclair? The moment she's truly lost? Forever forgotten? Never returning?

Amos's POV - Inside the Void The Void is worse than I imagined. There's no light, no sound, no sense of direction. Just endless darkness pressing in from all sides, trying to tear my soul apart. Whispers echo around me—voices of the dead, souls that got lost here and never escaped. They claw at my light, trying to drag me down into oblivion with them. "Mira!" I shout into the darkness. "Mira, where are you?" No response. Just the hungry whispers getting louder.

‘Sloane,’ Aisling whines. ‘No, Aisling. You know I’ve expected to always be alone. Maybe, after we’re Alphas, you can find someone to mate with in your wolf form. But that’s not the life for me, or us. We are forsaken. We are being punished, and punished women don’t get to live happily ever after. Our mother’s betrayal will end with us. I refuse to ever even consider having a daughter who may have to suffer the way we have.’

"Or something like him." A chill slid down my spine. "There have been others before." I dragged my gaze from the drawing to her face. "Others?" My voice came out thinner than I wanted. "How many?" Mara didn't look away. "Enough that our ancestors knew to fear them." --- She turned the page slowly, as if giving me time to breathe. I didn't take it. "They are called the Forsaken," she read, her voice low but steady. "Wolves who rejected the Moon Goddess's gift… or were rejected by it."

“Kade, on your left!” The Forsaken had broken away from Sable and was coming for me. Liora intercepted it, leaping onto its back and stabbing repeatedly with a broken blade. “You wanted Thorn blood? Take mine!” The Forsaken roared and flung her off. She hit the ground hard but rolled to her feet immediately. “That all you got, you ancient leech?” “Insolent female!” the Forsaken snarled. “I will peel the flesh from your bones while your mate watches!”

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

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endless thoughts dashed through my mind. Suddenly I couldn't think straight. My mind was cloudy, and I felt weary. I pushed Angy aside and rushed to the window to gasp for air. "I was right; the air in the room grew thin, insufficient for the three of us. When I turned around, I was met by my mother and Angy's gaze. "Goodness...! You're sweating, darling," "This will ruin your makeup," mother said. "Don't worry, Mrs. Grey, I don't mind doing the makeup all over again; that's part of my job. And I'm here to ensure your daughter gets to the aisle in perfect look," Angy said as she ushered me to take a seat on the couch by the window. Angy brought me a glass of water as mother talked me out of