Novel & Cerita Fourth Wing Fanfiction Ao3

How would you feel if your long term boyfriend and love of your life chooose your maid over you? What stunts would you pull to tear them apart? If your heart has been broken thrice, would you still take a chance at love, for the fourth time? If you had a slave, would you let her go free, and take everything that was meant for the one person you love and protect- your kid sister? If you were an alpha king, dreadful, powerful, and wealthy, whom every lady drools for, would you accept a bond to an omega and a slave? ***** Melissa Owens is an omega in the Viperine Pack and a slave to Alpha Reuben and his sister, Lizzy. She had been rejected three times by different mates and she had already concluded that the moon goddess is tired of her. It came as a surprise when the 3-time rejected omega was bonded by the moon goddess once again, but this time to the alpha king himself, alpha Enzo. Alpha Enzo was the boyfriend to Lizzy, Melissa's slaver. Lizzy had so much wanted to be his mate and Luna, but on her eighteenth birthday party, alpha Enzo chose Melissa instead, and worst of all, he chose her right before Lizzy's watching eyes. Would Melissa survive the stunt Lizzy and alpha Reuben would pull? How would she forget her past experiences and move on with present reality? Will the alpha king accept or reject her? As some hidden truth is brought to light and false allegations are well crafted to resemble the truth, how would they find a way around?

Emma would never be good enough for the pack. She knew that. But none of that mattered as long as she had her mate, Anthony, by her side. Until he betrayed her, announcing another woman as his mate instead. Branded as a raving madwoman, scorned, Emma finally realizes the truth. She was never more than a tool to them, doomed to spend her life slaving away for an ungrateful pack that would never accept or acknowledge her. So, she does what any crazy woman would. ***** She sets the pack on fire.***** If Anthony was going to reject her, he might as well reject everything that came with her. But leaving isn’t that simple. The pack refuses to let her go, hunting her down with orders to kill. That night, her world ends. She thinks she died. Until she opens her eyes... and finds herself in an even bigger nightmare. And she thinks for a moment “maybe dying would have been better.“ She had fallen straight into the trap of the dreaded fourth Lycan prince. Now, she is his property, one he has no intention of letting go. This strange man with an even stranger aura leaves her questioning everything she thought she knew. Why does he act as if he’s known her forever? And why is he so obsessed with keeping her by his side—like she belongs to him? Worse, she soon finds herself caught in a dangerous game between the other Lycan princes. There, in the arms of the Lycan, she begins to question everything she thought she knew about herself… and her fate.

Over the Fourth of July weekend, I took my boyfriend's sister to his flashy new influencer hub. Fresh off brain surgery, Benedetta Griffin needed a break from her recovery, and I hoped the trip would lift her spirits. In the hub, a streamer was hawking a face cream like a carnival barker. "Listen, fam! The boss lady is slashing prices. Get this $3,800 cream for just $398 today!" Benedetta tugged my sleeve. "That cream is bad news." She'd interned at the FDA last summer and could spot a scam from a mile away. "It's packed with steroids. Long-term use will ruin your skin." Driven by her sense of justice, she marched up to the streamer. "You can't sell this unlicensed junk. The steroids exceed legal limits. Pull it from the shelves." Morgan Lamb froze, but then her fake smile twisted into a scowl. "Who the hell are you to trash my product?" Benedetta didn't back down. "You're scamming people, and you know it." Morgan planted her hands on her hips. "I'm the boss lady here. How dare you slander my brand? Nobody leaves until you cough up $500,000 for damages." "Boss lady?" My stomach churned. My boyfriend's sudden venture into the streaming industry now made sense. He was sinking money into this hub to bankroll his lover. I fumbled for my phone to call him, but Morgan was faster. "Babe, get to the hub. Two haters crashed the party, trying to tank our business."

Late one night, as I scrolled through social media, I came across a relationship influencer with over a hundred thousand followers, teaching men how to "control" their wives. "She actually tried to talk to me about privacy?" he scoffed. "I ignored her for three days, and she handed over all her passwords, crying and begging me not to leave her." The comments exploded almost instantly. The chat went wild. [Take me under your wing, man!] I felt sick to my stomach. Then, without warning, he lifted his phone and pressed a kiss to the screen. A face appeared in the reflection. Mine. Smiling, he turned back to his audience of thousands. "See this? This is the perfect wife I spent three years training." A chill ran through me. I clicked into his profile and scrolled all the way back to his first post. The upload date was the same day we got married. He claimed he was filming prank videos and that it was all just for the livestream—no wonder he got increasingly out of hand. That was when it hit me: he had been lying to me all along. From the moment I stepped into that marriage, I had been nothing more than his experiment, his content, his source of money. Fine. If that was the case, then I would turn his livestream into his worst nightmare. I picked up my phone and sat directly beneath the camera he had installed, then sent a deliberately suggestive message to another man. Three seconds later, the bedroom door burst open. Matthias stormed in and snatched my phone. After reading the message, his lips pressed into a tight line. However, he did not explode. He did not even look at me. Instead, he turned, opened his livestream, and faced the camera. "Send something through, and I'll show you exactly how to put a cheating woman in her place."

My mother-in-law, Martha Miller, dies after being struck by my husband's assistant, Layla Atkinson's car after the latter runs the red light. But the court verdict shows that Martha is the one scamming Layla. I've filed appeals three times, yet I've lost all three. Just as I'm about to file the fourth appeal, I find out that someone has stolen Martha's corpse. I'm about to call the police when my attorney husband, Michael Sawyer, seeks me out. He even gives me three thousand dollars on the spot. "You should know that I've never lost a case, Bianca. No matter how much evidence you have, you can forget about winning your mother's case. "If I claim that your mother is scamming Layla, then she will forever be a scammer. The fact that you keep taking her case to court just means that you want more compensation. Anyway, I've already gotten someone to sell your mother's body to the black market. It's worth three thousand dollars in total, so I suppose that's the value of her life. "Stop bothering Layla like a pest you are. She's kind enough to not make you pay for the damages her car has sustained, after all." No wonder Michael keeps defending Layla. It turns out that he thinks my mom is the one who has died in the accident this whole time. I just push the money back to him. "You should keep the money. I don't have the right to take it."

Rosaliya sierra stavros: rose was just like any other normal 22 years old person in this world but truly beautiful inside out. Brown long hair, curves in all right places and innocent looking hazel eyes .she is truly gorgeous and kind of shy ,clumsy girl.she doesn't have a family except her grandma and 3 hot bestfriends rayn, axel and Chris.she passed her university with first position and now was trying to find a job. She has a horrible past and all people blames her for that . /Sorry for not metioning she's an underground car racer that's why she has a lot of money/ Nicholas xavier stark: Now here comes our 25 years old Italian billionaire cold hearted, arrogant, cooky and not to forget a playboy, he literally owns the whole world and voted to be the hotest bachelor from last three year's in a row. Uses girls like handkerchief. He is a sexy, gorgeous greek god with most mesmerizing green eyes. Doesn't believe in love , cause he never felt what love is like from childhood. In bussines world everbody feared him as he is truly passionate about his work. He's very possessive and does not like to share. "rosaliya first of all these are not hickey's they are love bites. second yes i will give you lovebites to show them you are mine. third i'm very very possessive about you and fourth don't hide them let other people see , so they will know that you are mine" he said hilding me in his arms Now let's see what happens when these two opposite people meet.

*Sequel of The Lycan King* Read The Lycan King first for better understanding of this book. "It wasn't your motive to hurt me?" She rasped, her voice low but rough, like it hurt her to speak. And then she went silent to gather her strength, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she breathed hard. "It wasn't your motive to hurt me?" She repeated, her voice loud and hard. "Don't lie to me! That's exactly what you wanted!" She screamed, her eyes wild. "You want to hurt me. You always hurt me. Always." My body vibrated with anger. She thought that! And why wouldn't she? It's true. I hurt her. That's all I do. That's what I'm good at. That's what she expects of me. So that's what she is going to get. "You must be a sick masochist then. Since you always come back begging for more." I pushed myself off the wall and walked out.Adrik is still alive and eating at Nikolai's conscience. Will Nikolai be able to kill him or will he lose? Ava's wolf is getting weaker. What does that imply? Will Avalyn and Nikolai still be as strong as ever or will their will to do the right thing and thirst to get revenge get in the way? Will a third or fourth person get added to the mix? Is their love strong enough to withstand anything thrown their way? Nikolai said in the beginning that he wasn't sure if Avalyn was his mate, is she really? What does it mean that Nikolai needs to grow into himself? Are they meant to be together? Will they get a happy ending? Read The Faye Queen to find out. The sequel is full of action, drama, revelations, betrayal, heartbreak and of course, romance.

My name is Michael Lockwood. I am the CEO of Lockwood enterprises. You might know my family. Raphael Lockwood (The shark) is my father and he stepped down from his job as CEO for me to take over. He was also one of the biggest Mafia bosses this city has ever seen. My brother Gabriel and my sister Amelia are my two pillars. I wouldn’t be who I am today without them. Whenever life gets tough we get together and we solve the problem together. I am the only one in my family that has no ties with the Mafia. Sometimes I do a dirty job here and there and help laundry some money but my siblings know better than to ask that from me. My integrity and honesty are my pride and joy. Too bad I can’t be honest in every aspect of my life. My life is controlled by old men with strict family values. Because of that I am part of an arranged marriage. If I want my business to succeed and make my father proud I need to get married to one of the old men’s daughter. I know. Great. The thing is... I am living a lie and I don’t know how to let the truth out. I am completely in love with someone. Someone my father and my business associates would never approve of. Will Mike give in to the pressure and let go of the love of his life? Or will he find a way? This is the Fourth Book of the Shark Mafia boss.This book can be read as a stand alone but for better comprehension of the characters and the story it is recommended that you read the previous books.

"Zyran, look at me. If you walk out that door with her, you can't come back," Roosevelt pleaded, her hand instinctively covering her stomach. Zyran paused, his hand on the doorknob, while his childhood sweetheart wept softly against his chest. He didn't look back. "She needs me, Roosevelt. You are strong; you can take care of yourself." The door clicked shut, sealing his decision. He didn't notice the blood trickling down Roosevelt's leg, nor did he hear her whisper, Roosevelt had everything a woman could want: beauty, a great reputation as a top interior designer, and a marriage to Zyran, the city's coldest and most elusive billionaire. Though Zyran spoke little and showed hardly any affection, Roosevelt loved him quietly. She believed his hardness was a shield she could one day break through. On the eve of their fourth anniversary, Roosevelt got the miracle she had hoped for: a positive pregnancy test. She dreamed of the moment his icy demeanor would warm into a smile, finally bringing their family together. But before she could share the news, the ghost of Zyran’s past returned. A fragile, teary-eyed woman from his youth reappeared, seeking his protection and time. As Zyran’s attention shifted, Roosevelt slipped into the background of her own marriage. She thought she could bear the neglect until a life-changing accident forced Zyran to choose between his wife and his past. He made his choice, and by the time the billionaire understood the weight of what he had lost, Roosevelt and the secret she carried was already gone.

Celeste Leblanc, the daughter of the richest man in the city, has ordered a custom-fitted ring worth a billion dollars according to my finger size. She claims that she will marry the person who can wear it perfectly. In the first time loop, George Braun, the fake heir, secretly enlarges the ring so that he can marry Celeste. She responds by slapping him to the point he's all bruised and battered. "You're not the one!" In the second time loop, my adopted brother, Roger Braun, loses 30 pounds in one go so that he can marry Celeste. She responds by pushing him down the stairs. "You're not the one either!" In the third time loop, my stepfather, Edgar Braun, grits his teeth and makes up his mind. He slices the flesh off his finger so that he can wear the ring properly. Celeste chuckles coldly at the sight. She orders her bodyguards to drown Edgar in a bathtub immediately. In the fourth time loop, everyone is left without a choice. They're so frightened that they deliver me into Celeste's hands. I put on the ring. It fits my finger perfectly well. The entire family heaves sighs of relief. But the moment Celeste sees me, she draws out a blade and stabs me to death. "You're not the one too! Where the hell is my fated husband?" In the final time loop, when Celeste tells her secretary, Donny Griffin, to bring the ring over, all of us claim that we can't wear the ring at all. But Donny shoots us a weird look. "Ms. Leblanc has already made it clear that one of you is the ring's owner."