Harwin Strong Death

....."most things are best left unknown". The wolf she had just seen transform into a muscular man said..... **** Vanessa just ran away from a marriage she is being forced to go into, with a man she doesn't love. Thinking she was running to start a better life, she didn't know she just ran into a secret. One she is not supposed to discover. What's that secret that turns her whole life around?

The night before I gave birth, my husband was in bed with another woman. At 39 weeks pregnant, Kaidora thought she was the luckiest woman alive. A loving husband. A happy marriage. A baby on the way. Until a midnight call shattered everything. “Your husband is so good in bed, I can't seem to get enough of him.” Moments later, a video arrived. Her husband, Ronald, the devoted man who claimed he was away on business… was tangled in sheets with another woman. While she prepared to give birth to their child. But betrayal was only the beginning. When her water broke, her mother-in-law refused to call an ambulance. When her baby was delivered, she was told the child was born deformed… and died. But something doesn’t add up. The prenatal reports were perfect. And her husband was desperate to stop her from investigating. Why? As grief turns into suspicion, Kaidora begins to uncover a horrifying truth: her child’s death may not have been an accident… and her marriage may have been a carefully crafted lie from the very beginning. I had two choices: crumble, or burn it all down. I chose the fire. Because a woman who survives betrayal, humiliation, and the loss of her child has nothing left to fear. Kaidora thought she knew what rock bottom looked like. She had no idea it was just the beginning — and that the man waiting to pull her back up would shake her world far more than the one who destroyed it. And when Kaidora rises from the ashes, she won’t just ask for justice. She will demand revenge.

While I was nine months pregnant, the apple of my husband’s eye moved into our house. Whenever she saw me, she would make a sad face. My husband was sure that I was flaunting my pregnancy to make her angry. “Rachel is frail, and she can’t get pregnant, yet you’re walking around making her upset?! Do I seriously have to teach you a lesson?!” He ordered the bodyguards to lock me in the attic that had not been in use for a long time and told them not to give me food. I pleaded for mercy and told him that the ultrasound scan showed that the twin babies were too big. I told him that the doctor had claimed that I had to be hospitalized while I waited for my delivery. But he laughed as if he had heard the world’s greatest joke. When he spoke, his voice was as cold as ice. “You’re still three days away from your delivery date! Enough with the pitiful act! Repent while you’re in the attic! This is what you get for making Rachel upset!” The contractions hurt so much that I clenched my fists to the point that my nails broke, but no one unlocked the door to the attic. My piercing screams echoed in the attic for a long time until my whole body was soaked in blood, and one of my babies was stuck between my bloody legs. Three days later, my husband ate his breakfast that was not up to his taste and said, “Have Jane make breakfast for me, then have her apologize to Rachel with a gift. If she’s sincere enough, I’ll send her to the hospital to deliver the babies.” But no one dared go up to the attic because the blood that flowed down from it had already reached the second step of the stairs.

William Mackenzie married Cassandra Wood, a beautiful young woman from a notable family. But he was seen as a useless son in law in Wood Family. Because of his job as a shop keeper, he was treated like a trash in his wife's family. He even served the Woods without any complaint. However, 3 years passed, there was a man came to him. "General, we need your power. Would you come back to the Kingdom?"

"Did you kill him?" The detective asked again."I've already answered you like a thousand times... Yes, he was a monster. Yes, he beat me up a lot but I didn't do it. I didn't kill Jude!" Amanda replied."I'm sorry. I know what it's like to be a victim of abuse and all that, but you need to understand that murder is a serious case too. You'll have to forgive us for asking you continually it's just that you were the closest to him we've got here.""I wasn't. There was someone else he was seeing that knew a lot about him than I ever did," Amanda replied.*******The night was growing colder and the rains seemed to have agitated in full force. Amanda sat on one of the soft leather chairs that squeaked with her every move in the living room with tears in her eyes as she watched the rains drop on the floor forming small pools and waited for Jude to come back. She was worried sick about his whereabouts even though all his presence caused her were pain and more tears. The protruding bump on her stomach, made it quite difficult to move around at ease so she was stuck with calling his busied line while she watched the clock tick its way into the midnight mark.*****A heart rending story told differently. Stronger than Pain captures a dysfunctional Nigerian home where a callous man, beats his wife on a daily basis. Time flies and now he is dead. All the characters have a reason to kill him, but she's their number one suspect. The Question still remains, who pulled the trigger?

Petal Athena Jones grew up in the MC life. She was royalty there in her father's Club, the Lost Boys. She was the princess along with her best friend Margo. They were treated as such. Coddled, spoiled but often pushed away. Neglected. Women had no power in the Lost Boys. They were expected to take care of the men and bear children. Petal and Margo are only saved by the teachings of Petals Grandma. Then when the girls were 12, the unthinkable happened. The girls know then that their family and club are a death sentence for them. When Petal turned eighteen a month after Margo did, they ran. They knew that their fathers and brothers would never willing let them go. They knew that they were set to both be claimed in a few days. They knew that there was no way out of it.. No one had any idea that the girls were unhappy. No one saw their escape coming and therefore, no one could find them. They were free and finally in charge of their own lives for the first time. What will these bold women do? What will happen when five short years later, they are discovered? How will the boys who have loved them all their lives react when they find that the MC Princesses are now Queens with no need of Kings?

Ever since Tammy Armstrong was six years old, she knew she was a vampire. And not just any vampiree, but rather a half breed. Thomas, her creator, cared for Tammy for the last ten years; getting the plan ready for his beloved. Upon meeting with the Vampire Council, Tammy realizes the true meaning behind her being turned. Betrayel, confusion, and hurt swarms Tammys mind as she unknowingly does what the Council wanted all along. All they wanted was a powerful hybrid on their side... The first one in centuries. And Tammy is the key to it all.

Five years ago, on her birthday, Joan Lancaster was served with divorce papers by the one man whom she had loved with every fiber of her being. The same man who had sworn to protect her, cherish her, and never betray her, Dean Armstrong. He cast her aside without remorse, replacing her with his secretary and stripping her of everything but her dignity. Broken, wounded, and abandoned, Joan disappeared into the night with secrets only she knew, only to return five years later as a different woman. No longer the trembling, forgiving wife Dean once knew, Joan stepped back into his world as the untouchable Ice Queen, a woman whose rise to power had struck fear in the hearts of the Chicago businessmen. But she wasn't just back, she was back for revenge. And she wasn't going to stop until she stripped her ex-husband of everything that made his name. Once a powerful man, Dean found himself begging the woman he once discarded. The woman who now had the strings to his life and could do with him as she pleased. In a world where love had once broken her, Joan would prove one thing: some women don’t come back to be loved. They come back to be feared.

Zara is one of the twins born into a new Kingdom built by her Parents Summer & Damian. Able to control other people’s feelings, she struggles with her own and is unable to build real relationships outside of her Family circle. Feeling branded an outsider over her special abilities, her only escape seems to run away. She ends up Captured and imprisoned by a new pack. After being beaten for days, she finally finds the strength to protect herself which lands her a bit of respect and the opportunity to join the new pack as Bodyguard for the tyrant King under a false name. It's not all as it seems... Finally understanding some of her feelings, she is able to drop the shield surrounding her, letting people in. As her mate is forced to marry another Woman, she promises herself to come back fighting.

The most powerful Godfather in the mafia underworld—Dante Costello—had an expensive diamond signet ring custom-made to fit my finger perfectly and sent straight to our home. He said that whoever could wear the ring would become the lady of his family. The Monroe family had long since fallen from grace. All that remained were four women. On ordinary days, we fought endlessly, tearing each other apart. Every single one of us wanted to marry Dante because marrying him meant preserving a life of dignity and comfort. In the first life, the fake heiress, Blair, secretly had the ring resized smaller and married into the family. Dante took one look at her, then had her thrown into the river to drown. “Not her.” In the second life, my cousin, Chloe, underwent plastic surgery to alter her fingers and force the ring on. Dante gifted her a staged car accident. “Still not her.” In the third life, my stepmother, Catherine, clenched her teeth and forced the ring onto her finger. Her blood hadn’t even dried when she married Dante. He coldly slashed her face, then locked her in the basement, where she slowly wasted away until death. By the fourth life, all three of them were terrified. None of them dared to marry him anymore, so they hurriedly pushed me forward instead. I put on the ring. This time, the size was perfect. Just when I thought my good days had finally begun, Dante stabbed me to death on our wedding night, his eyes burning red with madness. After my rebirth, the consigliere of the Dante family delivered the ring once again. This time, all four of us avoided it like the plague.