Novel & Cerita Inanimate Insanity Knife X Trophy

"I thought you were the man who saved me. I didn't know you were the one who set the fire." The day my father gambled away my life was the day I learned that some monsters don't have claws—they wear tailored suits and drink vintage scotch. To the world, Abram is a philanthropist, a billionaire, and the undisputed King of the Lycan Underground. To me, he is the man who bought my freedom for the price of a debt he secretly engineered. He calls me his "Little Wolf." He dresses me in diamonds that feel like cold chains and keeps me in a soundproof penthouse where my screams are just background music to his obsession. He is the Gentle Gaslighter. He whispers that he loves me while he wipes the blood of my past from his hands. He tells me I have nowhere else to go, forgetting that he was the one who burned every bridge behind me. But Abram made one fatal mistake: He taught me how to survive him. Underneath my silk gowns and practiced smiles, the girl he "broke" is dead. In her place is a master manipulator who has learned to weaponize his own obsession against him. I will let him mark me. I will let him believe he won. And when he is at his highest, I will show him that a velvet noose still strangles just as surely as a hemp one. He told me I was his entire world. Now, I’m going to end it. Tropes: * Mafia Alpha x Captive Omega * Age Gap (42 & 20) * He Falls First (Obsession) * Vengeance/Revenge Rebirth * Betrayal & Tragic Twist

Being the best is a requirement for me. When it comes to this, I am the best. Unlike others, I can move quickly. As for me, I'm quite robust. I have a high IQ. Many professional teams are interested in signing me because I am the starting goalkeeper for my high school's soccer squad. My teammates will follow my every order as long as I am captain. Girls urge me to add them to my list of s*x partners. To avoid my father's anger, I just need to make it to the professional league and play for the best team in the world. I am Williams Phanuel, and I have made sure that everything in existence is centered on me. I've got my eye on the new girl in class; it'll only be a matter of time until she succumbs to my charms. This one is more obstinate than others; she won't even give me her name. She has a sharp mind, too. Perhaps too witty for his own good. I simply cannot admit her. No one will get past me. Despite my lack of concern, I must admit that she is distracting me from my objective. Your father will not approve of that. Do I need to reiterate how much I adore the works of William Shakespeare? I'm aware of that. To put it simply, I am a paradox in human form. There are "some born great," "some who make great," and "those who have greatness thrust upon them," as Shakespeare put it. I managed to acquire all three! No one can ever hope to measure up to that.

“It's only s*x, nothing else,” David whispered huskily as he walked around the desk and came to stand in front of her. “I don't want love, this marriage is only beneficial to both of us…nothing else,” she was clear with her intentions, and falling in love was out of the question. “I want to pleasure you, to make love to you every night…no strings attached,” he whispered as he cupped her face, this was dangerous. A man like David wasn't one to take lightly. . After a failed marriage and a successful divorce from a man she thought loved her. Samantha Morgan decided to live for herself while guarding her heart against falling in love again. However, her plans didn't go as expected when she lost her and her twin brother Charlie intervened in finding her a good at the company he worked at. Samantha's life turned upside down when she was tricked into an unknown marriage. A man who only knew how to chase skirts, a heartthrob with looks which pulled her in the first time she saw him and made her yearn for something forbidden. David Williams had no intentions of marrying or getting tied to a woman until the day he needed a wife to keep his Brother's fortune. It was only a deal of contract marriage, no strings attached. Only a deal to have with no emotions. But when hearts melt, passion ignites and feelings flow. The only way is to give in to the scalding pleasure, more irresistible than anything Sammy and Dave had ever felt. But when an ex-husband with determination shows up, true love is questioned.

In my previous life, my three sons told me they wanted to set up a Family Bond Fund for me. Each of them would deposit three thousand dollars every month. I cried with gratitude, truly believing that decades of sacrifice had finally paid off. One of them even said, "Mom, you've given us so much. It's our turn to take care of you now." However, eight years later, I was told I have uremia. That was when I discover that the bank card, which supposedly held the fund, couldn't even cover the dialysis deposit. Soon after, my eldest son video-called me. He said he wanted to buy a better apartment in a good school district. He was short of 150 thousand dollars for the down payment and asked if I could lend it to him first. My second son came to the hospital with his wife and daughter. He didn't ask about my condition at all. Instead, he kept showing off his daughter's piano competition trophy, hinting that he needed 50 thousand dollars to enroll her in a prestigious international piano program. My youngest son was even more straightforward. He said he had his eye on a limited-edition pair of sneakers and wanted me to pay 30 thousand dollars for them as a birthday gift. The moment they realized the bank account didn't have enough money, their faces fell. "We each put in three thousand dollars every month. Over eight years, that's at least eight hundred thousand dollars. Mom, are you hiding the money from us?" To force me to reveal my savings, they took turns pressuring me, switching between sweet talk and threats. They even told relatives that I had dementia and had been scammed out of my money. Unable to take it anymore, I yanked out my IV late one night and walked out of the hospital, only to be hit by a car, dying instantly. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the day of my hospital checkup.

“Let’s go.” He ordered, and I crossed my arms, backing away from him. “I'd rather die.” I spat. “Commendable. Your people gave you up as a treaty offer. Do you think you have a choice?” There was no amusement in his tone, and I couldn’t help but shake slightly. “If you want to kill me, get it over with.” I demanded. He leaned in, and a shiver coursed through me. “I’m going to kill you alright, Prisoner. But a quick death has never been my thing. Your death will be slow.” His promise made my heart skip. “You wish.” I swore. He smirked. “I know. I’ll kill you with my own hands.” ••• I hate my parents. My sister too. And if I was given a knife, I’d stab them. No, I don’t long for family bonds, or for their love. I am the symbol of their mistake. And that’s all I’d ever be to them. The useless hybrid omega, cursed at birth. Doomed to die. A werewolf with two eye colors. All my dreams to run away and be free from my curse shatters one day, when my pack gives me out as a treaty offer to a dreaded pack. And a total stranger. A stranger who oozes pure danger and lethality. A stranger who makes me feel, for the very first time. And soon, I discover that the stranger is the most dangerous man to ever live. The Rogue King. At first, I didn't see myself falling for King Caelum. He’s an asshole, and a condescending bastard. But soon, my heart betrays me. Soon, I am forced to make one of the most difficult choices ever. Soon, I am forced to either kill, or be killed…

Mila Russetti’s life turned upside down the moment she decided to break the rigid rules of her foster family for the first time in her life. At age of four, she had been adopted into the most dangerous Mafia family in the USA_The Hayden family. Behind the steel gates and the locked doors, she was a prisoner, the calm and obedient daughter. By a single act of rebellion, she payed dearly: she was set up, raped, used as a pawn to break down the Haydens. Her foster family kicked her out of their lives and sent her overseas treating her as a traitor. After four years, they showed up again in her life, claiming she owed their dying father a last visit. She returned to the Hayden's mansion with her three years old son, only to discover that they were trying to cage her again and forcing her into a marriage. Will she give up to their abuse, especially after she had discovered the shocking truth of the identity of her rapist? And how will she take her revenge on them when she finds out that she's the heiress to a Tycoon mafia empire? How does her biological mother's shady past affect Mila's present? Is it true that the only thing that brings dangerous and ruthless Mafia Lords, those who are morally gray men to their knees—begging and regretting—are the women they worship? A juicy and twisted love-hate dynamic, Obsession, toxic attraction story is waiting for you. **** When she pressed the knife to her own throat, his mask finally cracked. He hesitated for a second before confessing with guilt, “I know who did it, Mila. I know who raped you that night four years ago. And I assure you, he wasn't one of Hayden's enemies.”

“How many time's do I need to tell you that I don't love you Sierra? You were just a replacement for Ophelia.” He said harshly as his grey eyes glared at her furiously. Those words pierced her heart like a sharp knife, cutting her into pieces. “So I was just a replacement to you? I still mean nothing to you after all these years” She asked, swallowing the bitterness as a few drops of tears escaped her eyes. “No.” He replied coldly without any remorse. The small hope she had in herself vanished as soon as those words left his mouth. Right at the moment, she knew the man she had loved all her life would never love her back. ----------------------------- ----------------- “Let’s go back home, Sierra ,” Rigel said, trying to clear his throat, making Sierra look up in surprise. Did she hear him right? “Did you just hear yourself?” Sierra chuckled humorlessly as she looked at him in disbelief. “Give me a chance, Sierra . Let me prove my love and words to you. I promise this time I will bring the world under your feet.” He looked sincere as he tried to beg for a second chance. “Even though I was always there in front of your eyes, you never saw me. You only saw her. Even though I spent three years with you, you never noticed me. You only looked for her. So tell me how can I suddenly believe that now all you can see is me? How can I take you back?” Sierra asked the questions while trying her best to keep her emotions in control. She wasn't going to let that man break her heart again.

Looking at the divorce papers my lips curled up into a mocking smile. ‘How big fool I am? How can I think that he will give a chance to this marriage? How can I forget that I was nothing more a tool in his eyes to vent his anger until his beloved Tara is back. Since, she was back, how can he let me stay there?’ “After you will sign these papers, you will receive 100 million dollars as alimony.” the lawyer added. Because of his words, I came back to my senses took the pen from him, and signed the name. After taking the papers from my hand, the lawyer gave me the bank card, turned around, and was about to leave when he paused at the door. He then turned around and added, “Mr. Carter said that he hoped that you won’t pester him, or you have to bear the consequences.” The lawyer's words were like a knife stabbing in my heart, but I still nodded. Anyway, I also don’t plan to have anything to do with him anymore. I just want to live a good life with my children. After the lawyer left, the ward fell into silence. I placed my hand on my belly and said to my children, “Baby, I am sorry, Mommy can’t give you a complete family! But I promise you, I will do my best to give the love of both mother and father.” ‘As for giving one of my child, I will never do that. They are my babies and my alone. I and I will give birth to all of them and raise them no matter what…’ Four Years Later... Anya came back to the country with her three kids, to inherit the company left by his grandfather...

When I opened my eyes, my sister Serena Shaw was kneeling in front of me, sobbing with a fruit knife pressed near her wrist. “Nora, I swear I didn’t mean it. I had too much to drink. I don’t even know how Lucas and I…” I almost laughed. Because I had seen this scene before. In my last life, Serena cried like a victim after sleeping with my fiancé, Lucas Arden. Everyone comforted her. Lucas married her to save her reputation. And I was pushed into a marriage with Graham West, Serena’s abandoned fiancé. Before the wedding, Lucas showed me my name tattooed on his wrist and promised he would only love me. I believed him. I wasted five years beside a husband who wanted my sister, waiting for a man who had married her. Then Serena died. I thought Lucas would finally come back to me. Instead, I found him at the funeral home, holding her photograph like he had lost the love of his life. “She was my wife,” he told me. “Let it go, Nora.” At my birthday party, Lucas and Graham fought over Serena on the rooftop. One had married her. One had never stopped wanting her. While they fought over her, I was shoved into traffic and died under the headlights. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the beginning. This time, I thought I was the only one who remembered. I was wrong. Lucas remembered. Graham remembered. And even with a second chance, both of them still chose Serena. This time, I would not be traded, chosen, or discarded. This time, I would build something none of them could take from me.

I'm Kate Bamford, and I'm an EA (Executive Assistant), and I've just started a new job with - quite honestly the most gorgeous man I've ever set eyes on. This is a shame because men - gorgeous, sexy, or otherwise are completely off my radar! I can blame my ex for that, he's a controlling, miserable PoS! Weeks of being told what I can and cannot do would drive anyone to murder. Oops! The less said about that the better. No, I didn't stick a knife in his black petrified heart, but I did cause him major humiliation, which, thinking about it might have been even worse. My big worry is I have a secret, and the last thing I need is for my ex or anyone else to find out. Nobody will rescue me if my secret gets out. I'm Darius Graves, CEO of Graves and Son. I have a big problem, it concerns my mother - a matriarchal socialite who lives 3,461 miles away from me in New York. It's not far enough! My 'dearest' mother thinks nothing of getting into her private jet and popping over to see me in London as if she's going to the corner shop for a pint of milk. The thing is, she wants me to get married, but only to a girl she chooses. There is not a snowball's chance in hell of this ever happening. No way. No how. My two best friends are always coming up with various solutions to this problem. i.e. Sell the bank, or keep the bank and work from home in Katmandu. However, their latest idea is a fake marriage. But to whom? I can only think of one person, and that is my new assistant. She's beautiful and thinking about her keeps me awake at night.