Harry Potter Susan Bones

Everything comes handy, especially when we're angry. The thought of revenge, that makes us shiver in agitation. That makes us think of the past- but not the current situation. The blood in our veins, that pushes the angry adrenaline. Inside and out. The anger is getting loud. There is no space left for peace. Long was it thrown in the abyss. And we will never be luminated. Because of the anger that we were blinded. Even if seeking vengeance means, digging two graves. One for your enemy and the other for yourself. You'll never stop, until you put your enemies bones in your own shelf. And that's what our protagonist does, Blinded with anger and undaunted by fear. The scream for murder is all that you'll ever hear. The past was long gone,but it was all left undone. For the protagonist, it was just the beginning of a war that has no ending. The war for love,that turned out to be hatred. Murder and anger is the perfect emotion. And vengeance is the perfect solution. "In the count if three...be in chapter one.You'll never regret as the story begun."

"Anything." He whispered in her ear sending a horrified shiver down her spine. Standing behind her petite figure he didn't even touch her but his breath was enough to scare her as it was hitting her ear continuously. Never in million years she thought she will be afraid of this man. Not only afraid but terriorzoed by the way he was behaving. "Y-yes." She finally let out earning a dark chuckle from him as he stepped back from her. "Fine then. A girl like you can give me only one thing." Saying that he walked infront of her with dangerous steps. His eyes darken and a mixture of different emotions appeared in his eyes. "Strip." Her world stopped. SPIN OFF OF EX-WIFE CONTAINING HARRY KALE AND ROSE STONE STORY. The story is full of Lust. Hate. Vengeance. Regret. Redemption And Love. If your a sucker for dark yet regret concepts then enter.

My wife, Valerie Larson, had a congenital heart condition. Despite that, she still wanted to have a child with her first love, Eugene Dyer. I refused without a second thought. Ten months later, Eugene's mother, Susan Turner, passed away. Her eyes were still wide open as if refusing to accept death without ever holding her grandchild. Overcome with guilt for failing his mother, Eugene took his own life in his small, rundown apartment. Valerie, consumed by grief and anger, took us on a road trip, only to crash the car head-on into a truck without hesitation. She shouted, "It's your fault Eugene died! If you had let me give him a child, he never would have ended up like that! His whole family is gone, so yours doesn't deserve to live either!" When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Valerie first asked to have Eugene's child. This time, I forced a small smile and said, "Darling, go ahead. Our whole family will support you."

*Book one Completed* Anna Brown has the ability to dream and go to the Moonland, the land of werewolves, and dark creatures. But she wished all her dreams were just like those that everybody has. Yet, her dreams were different. Her dreams weren't colors of rainbows and sunshine, her dreams became her reality, after all, she was a descendant of the Moon Goddess. The last of her bloodline. Nobody knew that she was the daughter of the Moon and Fire. However, Anna was beyond miserable, how fate played her, how she was just a pawn to an ancient war of werewolves. Her fierce visions were her grief untold, and she wished she could show it, she does. But she has to let the long-lost Golden Alpha Harry Camilton in so he can trust him yet, she doesn't know whom to trust and they shattered her hope, lies were told. Would she choose the promise of his love or choose the call of the Moon Goddess Dream?

Mia is forced to marry the wealthiest man in the country to protect her younger sister. Just because she was forced doesn't mean she didn't love. Yes? She loved him to the depth of her bones but he? He wanted to punish her for her crimes. Crimes she wasn't aware of. “ I'll make sure to make your life a living hell,” he whispered into her ear sending chills down her spine. She remembered him but he had no idea who she was, she loved him and would do anything for him to see her heart but he was unresponsive but that all changed when she decided that she wouldn't force her love or bear the consequences for what she didn't do. Fleeing from his torturous grip, only then does Azek realize his feelings for her and who she is. All that's on his mind now is how not to lose her the way his dad had lost his mom.

Betrayed by her mate and framed for treason, Athena, a, wolfless Omega, and daughter of traitors—has no choice but to run for her life. Hunted by pack warriors, she flees into the dark woods, her heart broken and her future uncertain. But fate always has a cruel twist in store. One minutes, she's in the woods running for her life, the very next minute, she's in the room of the most feared Alpha, who.is none other than the father of her cruel mate. The domineering Alpha king backs her up against the wall, her bones quivering from the hunger-filled glint in his gaze as he hand glides over her most sensitive skin in a soft caress. "I'll never let you escape from me again, mate." He said with predatory intent. He was her salvation and she was his redemption! And now, she'll make her evil ex kneel before her and call her stepmom and Luna Queen!!!

Alana Hope was a wolfless girl who was unaware of her nature. Her true form gradually awakened when she met the father of her son, eight years after an eventful one-night stand. Alana had no idea how her life would immensely change after that. Alric Valmore was the Alpha of The Valmore Blood Pack, one of the biggest packs in Eastern Dhuran. For as long as he could remember, he had been searching for his mate, his future Luna. After stumbling into Alana, he sensed, deep within his bones, that she was his mate, but with her wolf not coming out, will he ever know for certain? Fate would have it, Alana and her son were taken to the Port of Valmore, the biggest territory of The Valmore Blood Pack. Would Alric rise to the occasion and fight for his Luna and son? What would happen when Alana's roots are shed into light? What would happen when the wolves that treated her as inferior, learn that Alana was the missing piece to the strength of their pack? Follow me on social media. Search Author_LiLhyz on IG & FB.

The day I went to try on my wedding suit, a stranger stormed into the VIP fitting room and drove a knife into my gut. "Sleeping with my woman, and you dare wear a suit this expensive?" He ripped my shirt into ribbons with a wild grin and threw sulfuric acid straight at me. The knife was buried deep in my abdomen. Pain ripped through me as I collapsed. He yanked my hair, forcing my head up. "Susan Lefebvre is my wife. What the hell are you? Just some filthy side piece hiding in the shadows!" Blood dripped from my fingertips as the truth sank in. The fiancée I'd loved for seven years had been cheating on me all along. "What are you staring at?" He sneered. "Even if I kill you, no one can touch me. My wife runs this city!" Watching that arrogant face twist in triumph, I took out my phone with a trembling, blood-soaked hand and dialed my sister. "Allison," I said, my voice cold and calm. "Come pick me up at the bridal salon. And tell the Lefebvres that the engagement is off."

My mother was the best portrait artist in the police station. She had a strong sense of justice and brooked no evil. However, all I got was a sharp retort when I called her to save me. "You know it's your sister's coming-of-age celebration today, and you're cursing her? Kidnapped, are you? Fine, the kidnappers can kill you for all I care." She assumed it was a prank call. So, she refused to go to the police station and do her job. I wasn't saved in time and was tortured to death. When the DNA report came out, she came to the scene all wobbly. She drew a portrait of me with my bones as reference, her hand trembling all the way. "Jessica? It can't be her. This is a mistake!" She tried again and again. Yet, it didn't matter how many times she redid it as the portrait showed my face. My mother, who had hated me my whole life, teared up.

I was the real daughter—unloved, unwanted, and cast aside. The design draft I poured my heart into was stolen by my second brother and gifted to the fake daughter. Then he accused me of being a plagiarist. My father, the richest man in the city, had me blacklisted from the entire industry. The fake daughter pretended to apologize, then pushed me off a cliff. When I woke up, nearly all my bones had been shattered. I called my fiancé, the captain of the rescue team, but he was cradling the fake daughter's sprained ankle. He scoffed, "Oh, you had an accident too? Want me to save you? Why don't you just die already?" My body grew colder under the crushing pain. My eldest brother, the forensic pathologist, cut open my rotting corpse while grumbling that he was late for the fake daughter's birthday. Yet when they finally saw me again, they all cried, begging for my forgiveness.