Homewrecker Novels & Stories

“But you, your case is different. You murdered your own mate after she rejected you.” Clarence wouldn’t give up, his eyes burning with a desperate need to justify himself. “What makes you any better than me then? At least she was my fated mate! But you’re a homewrecker, a pathetic loser. Do you really think Axel’s ex will now choose you, the murderer of her mate?”

"Your whole family is rotten! You used your power to buy off the police and pretend she’s insane! You staged it all to dodge justice!" "None of the Walkers are decent! Jasmine’s a killer, Mainard’s a filthy capitalist, and Louis—he’s a crooked doctor with blood on his hands!"

"I've reported you on ten different accounts. Why aren't you banned yet? Are all homewreckers these days really this shameless? Does the law even exist anymore?" "If you were in the country, I'd teach you a lesson myself. Do you think being called a homewrecker is something to be proud of?" "Is there any Serican abroad? I'll pay you if you beat her up for me? It's so frustrating when a homewrecker acts all lovey-dovey so smugly!" "Why don't you think of it from another point of view? If you just see them as a joke, you won't be angry."

“She deserves to get beat up for being a homewrecker!” “I’ve always thought it was completely unfair that even a bastard child gets to inherit assets. It’s a complete insult to the legitimate son! The child must die!” “I lost my husband to another disgusting homewrecker too! Beat her up, she deserves it!” “We have to make sure that homewreckers like her get what’s coming to them!” Now that everyone had taken Amora’s side, she grew haughtier than ever. She announced jovially, “I’m glad you all recognize that this is justice! Tonight’s bill is on me. You all earned it!”

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

“You’re nothing but a slut!” The words cut through the space like a blade, and I could see Samantha flinch at the sting of the insult. It hit harder than I think she expected. My hands clenched into fists, but I didn’t move. I had no intention of letting this escalate. Audrey’s voice cracked through the tension again, louder this time. “Whore. Homewrecker. You really think Mason wants someone like you? You don’t belong here.” Samantha took a step back, her face paling, but I could see the hurt in her eyes, the way the words were sinking deep.

She pleaded, and I pulled my hands away from her and stood up. "I will stay in touch," was all I said and excused myself. Things had just gotten more complicated. If John has been watching them, then he would know that I have been here. The hunter abilities made him a daywalker, and being a daywalker, and a former hunter made him the most dangerous vampire to cross. I hopped into the car where Karen had been waiting patiently and asked the driver to drive. Things had just gotten more complicated.

We were never going to be a thing. Jane holds up her hands. “Hey, we’re sorry if we crossed a line. Wren didn’t send us. We just thought you were his ex, that’s all.” Before anyone else can speak, a girl comes sprinting toward us, her face flushed with excitement. “Guys! You have to see this! Luca just gifted Wren a custom Maybach! It’s parked outside!” They all scramble up, squealing, rushing toward the entrance. I force myself to follow, my legs moving on autopilot.

Despite the rapid beating of my heart, I forced myself to move closer, taking in the horrific sight of the crumpled hood and trunk of Marianne's car, the shattered windshield, side windows reduced to shards, and the twisted, broken axles that told of the force of the impact. My breath hitched as my eyes stung with tears, blurring my vision as I looked at the mangled front ends of the trucks—crushed cabins, smashed grills, and twisted door frames scattered like discarded toys. It was a grotesque, brutal display of destruction. The pain I felt was visceral, sharp, and unbearable, as though I had lost Aislinn once again, the wound ripping open anew. I fell to my knees, balling my fists, my whol

I put my bookbag on my back as I left the house getting into Mika's car. I dabbed a wet wipe on my busted lip, wincing from pain as it was slightly bleeding. "Good morning," I mumble to her moodily as I pull down the sun visor to continue cleaning my newly busted lip. "Hey," she says before glancing at me and sighing, "What happened?" She asks "He came home drunk and he threw the empty bottle at me," I tell her as she dabs the cut on my forehead as well