How Do I Shift Realities

Reborn after a tragic death, billionaire heiress Vivienne rejects the chauffeur’s leech of a son to reclaim her throne. With a secret alpha CEO by her side, she executes a cold, cinematic revenge.

Quando eu estava prestes a sair do restaurante do meu irmão, a gerente me parou. — Senhorita, desculpe, mas a senhora não pagou a conta. Olhei para o rosto desconhecido e pensei que ela provavelmente era nova e não me reconhecia, então expliquei educadamente: — Coloque na conta do dono. Ele me conhece. A gerente me lançou um olhar de desdém. — Senhorita, este é um restaurante três estrelas Michelin. Não deixamos qualquer um fazer fiado. Ela me entregou uma conta impressa. Dei uma olhada. Cinquenta mil dólares por uma refeição. Três mil pela manutenção da louça, cinco mil pela purificação exclusiva do ar, dez mil por uma taxa de serviço VIP de "práticas relaxantes" e uma porção de outras cobranças absurdas. Eu nem sabia que o restaurante do meu irmão era um golpe desses. Não pude deixar de rir, incrédula. — Eu sou a irmã do dono. Se houver algum problema, diga a ele para falar comigo em casa. Mas ela simplesmente não desistia. — Se não pode pagar, pare de fingir que pode. E não finja que conhece o senhor White também. Mandei uma mensagem rápida para minha secretária: [Diga ao meu irmão para demitir essa gerente ou eu retiro meu investimento.]

O ano em que renasci foi o ano em que a guerra contra os vampiros começou. A primeira coisa que fiz foi me livrar do filhote. O filhote do meu companheiro. Do Alfa Lucas. Na minha vida passada, ele encobriu sua amiga de infância, Sarah, quando ela se acasalou com um vampiro. Ele pegou meu filhote de sangue puro e o trocou pelo bastardo mestiço dela. Eles me rotularam como traidora. Torturaram-me até a morte em uma masmorra de prata. E meu próprio filho, que sofreu lavagem cerebral por Sarah, ficou sobre meu cadáver e me disse para apodrecer no inferno. Quando abri meus olhos novamente, estava grávida de três meses. Não hesitei. Caminhei direto até a cabana da bruxa e bebi o veneno que ela me deu. Mas, enquanto a vida se esvaía, abri outra garrafa: uma cara Poção Mímica. Ela simula os batimentos cardíacos de um filhote. Ela exala o cheiro de uma mãe à espera. Lucas quer uma criança para levar a culpa pelo crime de Sarah. Certo. Eu darei um show a ele. Desta vez, não tenho fraquezas.

«Mas eu, Denovon Rowland, preciso de uma esposa.» O coração de Emily deu um salto. «Não quero ir a mais nenhum encontro às cegas», disse ele, com voz firme e segura. «Por isso, se estiveres disposta...» Ele inclinou-se ligeiramente, baixando o tom de voz o suficiente para que ela sentisse que o mundo tinha parado. «Vamos casar.» Emily suspirou baixinho, atordoada. «Prometo que não ficarás em desvantagem», acrescentou ele, gentilmente. Isso atingiu-a mais fortemente do que qualquer insulto ou traição que tivesse enfrentado. Isto… isto não era algo que ela esperasse. Não hoje. Não vindo dele. Os seus lábios abriram-se, mas nenhum som saiu. Ela estava paralisada. Denovon reparou. Ele deu-lhe um pequeno sorriso... confiante, calmo e seguro. «Dormi sobre o assunto», disse ele. «Estarei à espera da tua resposta.» E, assim sem mais nem menos, ele virou-se Traída pela família, pelo noivo e deixada sem nada. Emily Carter tinha perdido tudo. Até que Denovon Rowland, o frio CEO bilionário, lhe propôs um acordo: o nome dele em troca do silêncio dela. Agora, como sua esposa, ela não está apenas a sobreviver — está a recuperar tudo o que lhe roubaram. E desta vez, ela é intocável

"You, my dear, will be going to help us to decide that. You will pick a king." "Say what now?" "I'm not going to repeat it since I know that you have heard me." "Fine! You want me to decide?! Nate!" I pointed to prince Nathaniel, if I remember correctly. He was slightly taken aback and a confused expression was replaced. "Do you want to be a king?" "I...uh...Yes?" He said. Unsure of his answer. It made me wonder if the expression on my face had forced him to say yes. "Good. Then you'll be the king. "What!? But that's not how you decide it!" PRINCE Ace said. "Fine! You're all kings. In fact, we ALL can be kings!!" **** She's Rosalie Amber Stan. A simple teenage girl, who made a wish to have a more adventurous life, was a victim of an abduction by the Fae queen to a different realm. She was brought to a castle with 5 supernatural princes, who are fighting for the throne. The queen gave her a task to be the one to choose the future heir to their kingdom. Little did she know that the queen only wanted one thing from her and the princes: Romance. Between a sparkly wizard, a rude obnoxious elf, a flirty vampire, and a couple of twin trouble making wolf princes; Is there really a right choice? And why is there a wolf spirit, who suddenly awakened upon sensing her arrival, kept stalking her? A romantic-comedy in 'another world' with a quirky-temperamental female heroine learning the culture of this new fantasy world.

I no longer recognize myself. Not recognizing who I have turned to. Maybe it was meant to be this way. I don’t know how within the space of five years I and Noah turned into something that was never in my imagination. We turned to strangers. At this time four years ago, we were the newest couple, the Hollywood upcoming celebrities that everyone was rooting for, our relationship was the envy of the whole Hollywood… then everything changed. Then I threw it all away… even though I knew that he was ’it’ for me. I got greedy. I tried to match up his fame which was silly. You can’t compare a god and a prodigy. I was a prodigy but Noah…. He was a god.

The person I don't wanna see again was really Infront of me. "Dave?" I asked. "Yes Amber it's me, so glad you didn't forget my name" He said. How could I forget the person who broke me. "You need to sleep a little longer" Dave said to me. And I saw him injected something on me and it makes me slept again. The moment I wake up I saw Dave staring at me. "Hey, are you watching me while I'm sleeping?" I asked. "Yeah, you love it when I watched you sleeping" he answered. The heck he didn't forget those little things that I loved him doing. "Why did you drink too much alcohol I told you before that your body reacts bad on this activity right, look at you now you are here at the hospital instead of enjoying your bridal shower" He still a good man I know, he still the one who's got so angry when I drunk too much alcohol.

I took my gun beside the table and playing it with my bear hands. I'm eager to kill the assh*le who is now kneeling in front of us but my dear brother said that he should suffer first before we gonna kill him. "Now assh*le, I'm going to ask you for the last time. Who ordered you to kill us?" My Brother said while he pointing his gun on the forehead of the assh*le. "I WILL NEVER ANSWER YOUR QUESTION EVEN IF YOU KILL ME." The assh*le shout right on the face of Clay, which cause Clay to get mad and give him a hard punch on the stomach. "Ouchie! If I we're you I'm gonna tell him who's behind of killing us before my dear husband get angry." Suzanne Medina the wife of Clay. "You don't know me when I'm angry." Clay get a dagger and slice the face of the assh*le. "ARRGGHHH!" The assh*le keep screaming everytime Clay slice every part of his body. I smile a devilished one. That's my dear brother wants. Torturing his prey. But I have a short temper. *BANG!* "Sharp shooter, baby." I'm pointing my gun to Suzanne. I don't want to call a baby. "Easy dear sister." She hang her two arms in the air. She surrender. "WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!" Anger is written all over the face of Clay as he turned to me. "Tss." The damaged has been than and we could do nothing to turn back the time. "Short tempered as always, my dear sister." He about to put his arm when I grab it and put it on his back. "Easy dear sister. I'm kidding." He said.

They say that your past is never really left in your past. I used to think that was dumb until I experienced it. Four years ago, I met the Devil. He gave me a chance to flee from him but I refused and ended up shooting him. Unfortunately for me, he returned four years later to claim me as his wife and drag me to Hell. He's going to make sure I pay for shooting him. He's going to punish me in the worst ways possible. He has promised to make me beg for mercy he'll never grant me. But then, he's not the only one hellbent on making my life a living Hell. There's another person causing havoc from the shadows. I would have to choose eventually- be with the Devil I know or side with the Devil I do not know.

Seavora City, Carmoria. Nathan Ziegler's side chick, Sophie, was melting down—again. He shoved the divorce papers at me. "Just sign. It's for show. Gotta keep her calm." I clutched my dress, gave a small nod, and signed. No fuss. No scene. As I turned to leave, one of his buddies snorted, "Joelle's way too obedient. Bet she'd fetch the divorce decree if you asked." Nathan lit a cigarette, smirking. "Wanna bet?" To them, I was still the silent pushover. The girl who'd cry in court but still do what she's told. Trade one paper for another—marriage for divorce. I stared at my phone. The message I'd received earlier: [Why don't you just marry me?] I typed back: [Okay.]