How To Create A Character In A Story

Claire Hanzel was an omega by birth with an extraordinary power: she can communicate with witches, dead or alive. As her race was always considered the lowest and she was rejected by her mate, the Alpha King's son, Ajax Larwoods, Claire felt heartbroken and went to seclusion with the help of a witch. Thinking back on how poorly she was treated by everyone, including Ajax himself, Claire was resolute to live a new life where she can be free and happy. So when Ajax suddenly appeared to her peaceful abode and almost killed everyone surrounding Claire, Claire was beyond speechless. With a horrible but powerful alpha such as Ajax, Claire was imprisoned and suffered through the hands of her very own mate. Every full moon, she prayed to never want to see Ajax ever again, even in their next lives. But as if fate continued to play its trick on her, when the war emerged and she died, on her rebirth with memories intact, Claire found herself facing her scum alpha mate once again. But why was Ajax suddenly showing her differently? He was the cause of her demise. He was a scum alpha... he was, right? Status. Identity. Power. When everyone wished for omegas to die, one omega desired to live. This was the story of a powerful alpha and his brave, little omega who wanted to change the world's views, challenged by the hands of fate.

You are nothing to me but a lowly slave, you don't deserve to be my mate!" Jane suffered once again when her fated mate, the Alpha of the blue-moon Pack, pushed straight through the door and left. All the members of her pack had been brutally slaughtered by their enemies eight years ago, and she had been taken to a hostile pack to be used as a slave, humiliated, and beaten through her lonely formative years.But it was at this time that she was brought back to his pack by her mate, Alpha Gillian of the Blue-moon Pack. Here she truly has friends and feels that the future is full of hope. With their encouragement, she tries hard to become stronger, but what comes with it is not a life full of happiness. Her mate is disgusted with her slave status and weakness and rejects her. She is insulted over and over again, used as a spy, and put into the custody of a hostile pack. She is once again plunged into the depths of despair. It is not until she is on the verge of death for his mate that she discovers that she is a descendant of the moon..

I made my way directly to the library with the present I had for Asher all nicely wrapped up, ready to be torn open. I was so excited and nervous at the same time. When I arrived at the library, no one was there. I sat there for a whole 20 minutes waiting for Mr. no show. I felt stupid for thinking he would actually come. I got dolled up for no reason at all. Maybe I’ll still meet my mate today. Then it won’t be for no reason. I got up from the table seat and went into the hall, hearing a lot of whispers regarding my new appearance. Some asking if I’m a new girl, others saying I’m trying too hard and others saying I look drop dead gorgeous. I didn’t know how to feel about myself. As I was wandering around the halls waiting for school to start, a smell hit me like a truck. It filled my lungs and took over my mind. It was the smell of after the rain had fallen. Petrichor. "Mate", I growled. I let the scent lead my feet to where my mate was. I was so excited and my palms are sweaty. It led me to the janitor’s closet and before I opened it I heard a moan. I put my ear to the door and heard shuffling. “Hurry Saige, I smell my mate, I can’t let her meet me like this.” I know that voice my heart skips a beat, fear and anger covers my heart like a blanket. It can’t be. It can’t be. There’s no way.

Studying abroad can be incredibly lonely at times. That night, I was in my room, indulging in a little treat for myself, when my best friend suddenly burst through the door. "Doing it yourself is no fun. Come on. There's a super cool cabaret show going on. Let's go see it together!" On stage, my friend was reclining in a chair behind the curtain, with two strong-looking men on top of her. "Come on. Join us for a group dance..."

Raina Gonzalez thought she'd found her savior in Castor Rowland, a charismatic politician who swept her off her feet and rescued her family from financial ruin. Their whirlwind romance ended in a fairy-tale wedding that made headlines. But behind the mansion's gleaming doors and beneath his polished smile, Raina discovers the man she married is a monster in a tailored suit. Her wedding vows weren't promises of love. They were chains binding her to a life of lies. Forced to play the perfect political wife while her husband builds his empire on corruption and destruction of lives, Raina feels hope slipping away. Until she meets Sylvester Brian, Castor's mysterious rival who lost someone he loved to men like her husband. Together, they forge a dangerous alliance to expose Castor's criminal network. But somewhere between stolen moments and whispered secrets, their partnership ignites into something neither expected: a forbidden love that could destroy them both. Just when Raina thinks she's found an ally she can trust, Sylvester's carefully constructed lies begin to unravel. The man she's fallen for has been using her all along, and she's caught between two devils: the one she married and the one who captured her heart. With election day approaching and innocent people's lives hanging in the balance, Raina must make an impossible choice: stay silent and complicit, or risk everything. Her family, her safety, her heart... Because sometimes, the only way out of a cage is to burn it down.

Years after graduation, someone suddenly tags me in the class group chat. "Mr. Warren is gravely ill, Mira. Aren't you going to do anything? You really are heartless!" I only realize what's going on when I click on the fundraising link in the chat. Our high school homeroom teacher, Joseph Warren, has late-stage cancer. Thus, Lyra Fairfield, the class belle, is leading a fundraiser and patient-donor matching process. "I'll donate ten thousand dollars. My husband is the director of Waverly General Hospital, and I've already asked him to arrange a VIP ward for Mr. Warren." Right after I send that message, the group pounces on me. "Mira, you contracted an STD back then and tried to pin it on Lyra. She didn't even hold it against you, and now you're trying to steal her thunder? You're unbelievable!" "I can't believe you're still lying through your teeth during such a serious situation. You never change, do you?" Lyra immediately defuses the tension. "Mira, I don't blame you for what happened in the past, but you really shouldn't impersonate the director's wife. I've already arranged the ward and surgery, and I'm donating another 100 thousand dollars to Mr. Warren!" I'm this close to laughing out of sheer anger. She's the one who scratched her name off the diagnosis report and framed me for having an STD all those years ago. I never even confronted her about it, and now she's playing the victim? Lyra soon posts a photo in the group chat, showing off her husband's car. Yet, when I see the man in the passenger seat, I guffaw. Isn't that my husband's driver? When did he start running a hospital?

The day my husband left the country on a business trip with his assistant, I learned—by sheer accident—that his archenemy was plotting revenge overseas. Without a second thought, I raced to the airport and stopped him from boarding the plane. But his assistant went ahead, alone. And over there, she was killed brutally. Not a trace of her remains was ever found. When my husband received the news, he fell apart. Wracked with guilt, eaten alive by remorse, he spiraled into a relentless, violent mania. In the past three years, I'd been in and out of hospitals more times than I could count because of him. And this time, he pushed me so far—I lost our child. Then I overheard a conversation between him and his secretary. "Sir, Casey is still alive. Why keep pretending you're sick? Aren't you afraid your wife will find out and leave you?" "Leave me? What right does she have to be angry?" He laughed coldly. "If she hadn't stopped me from going abroad, Casey would've never been lured away by that bastard. Everything Linda's suffering now—she brought it on herself."

My sister, Gabriella Rutherfurd, is the richest female CEO in Brightshire. Her male secretary, Freddie Morgan, mentions that he wants to see a real-life version of the Squid Game, so she builds the venue and spends 100 million dollars to make it happen. The lure of a gigantic cash prize draws in countless desperate souls. Even the bodyguards responsible for protecting my brother-in-law, Cyril Harding, abandon their posts to participate. Cyril has no choice but to go to the hospital without the bodyguards for his medical appointment, but he is abducted halfway there. In my previous life, I found Gabriella and asked her to stop the game and send people to rescue Cyril. After hesitating, Gabriella agreed. She stopped the game and managed to save Cyril just in time. But the few players who had made it to the final round were furious that the game was canceled. To vent their rage, they took Freddie and beat him to death. Gabriella acted like it had nothing to do with me. Yet, on the day Freddie was buried, she ordered her men to beat me up. When I open my eyes again, I am back to the day that Cyril was abducted. This time, Gabriella gets what she wants, and the Squid Game is held as planned. By the final round, a masked man is dragged onto the high platform. Freddie announces that whoever slices the man's head off will win the 100-million-dollar prize. When Cyril's head rolls to Gabriella's feet, she finally snaps.

Zyra had always been an outcast, despised by everyone in her pack for her parents' sacrifice. Her dear ones had died while saving a stranger who was wolfless and mateless, leaving Zyra alone and isolated. Despite her kindness and helpful nature, she was constantly bullied and enslaved by her packmates, living in a constant state of fear and isolation. One day, the moon goddess finally gave her a mate. But he despised her and rejected her, despite coveting her beauty. Anguished and heartbroken, Zyra kicked the hell out of him and had a one-night stand with a stranger, resulting in an unexpected pregnancy. But even with her pregnancy, her mate still had his eyes on her, causing Zyra to fear for her life and the safety of her unborn children. When the Lycan King came to claim her as his mate, she saw it as a chance to escape her current situation. Bullied, enslaved, and alone, Zyra fled in the middle of the night and raised her babies in secrecy. But the truth behind her parents' death was far from what she had been told. As Zyra delved deeper into the mystery, she discovered a shocking conspiracy that involved the very people she trusted the most. As she began to uncover the truth, she realized that the Lycan King may be the only one she could trust, despite fearing him at first. But with her mate and her pack still on the hunt for her, Zyra knew that she needed to keep her true identity a secret, even from the man she could come to love and trust the most.

Fiona, a Wolfless Omega, changes her destiny as she encounters the impossible, she strikes a deal with a witch, to achieve what she needs she had to sacrifice something precious to her something never wanted to leave, her whole life she had been looked down upon, she thought it was finally time to change her destiny, but destiny itself plays a trick on her, as she falls in love with her worst enemy. She realizes that, "it might be better off being in the darkness than blinded by the light", "somethings are better left hidden.