Is Soul Eater Good

Charlotte Hope, a teenager who tried to escape her sorrowful fate find hope to a person who fulfilled everything she dreamed of, not until everything has changed. Unknowingly, that person is just the other part of his personality. Will she embrace the violent side of the person or will she let him go?

She was traded like a debt. Silenced like shame. Abandoned on her wedding night. For two years, Genevieve waited for Jaxon Black to love her. But all he gave her was cold cruelty and bruised silence. Until something inside her shattered. Now, she's not the girl who begged—she's the woman who makes him suffer. But revenge has a cost... and when hate starts to blur into love, Genevieve faces the hardest truth of all: Can she forgive the man who destroyed her? Or is it already too late? A dark, lyrical romance about heartbreak, power, and the love that comes too late.

WARNING: [R18] STORY WITH EXTREMELY MATURE/EXPLICIT CONTENT Si Alvin ay bahagi ng isang mapait subalit matamis na nakaraan ni Patricia na pinilit niyang takasan. Ito ay matapos ang maraming ulit niyang nagawang ipagkaloob ang sarili sa lalaki. Para siyang gamu-gamo na naakit sa kagandahan apoy at paghahangad na palaging ipinadarama sa kaniya ng binata, sa kabila iyon ng katotohanang alam niyang pwede siyang mapaso, at ganoon nga ang nangyari. Pero sa hindi inaasahan pagkakataon ay muling nagtagpo ang landas nila kung saan kinailangan niyang sumailalim sa mismong pamamahala nito. Si Alvin bilang kaniyang amo at siya bilang sekretarya ng binata. At sa pagkakataong ito, hindi niya maunawaan kung bakit palagi ay nakikita niya ang galit sa mga mata nito tuwing tititigan niya. Pero kailangan niya ng trabaho, kailangan niya ng pera dahil kailangan niyang bawiin ang anak niya, at sa tulong ni Caleb, alam niyang magagawa niyang paghigantihan ang pamilya ni Robert, ang asawa niya na umapi sa kaniya. At hindi iyon pwedeng malaman ni Alvin.

Everything that she could remember was that she had dropped dead and fell face first at the grand staircase that she was descending. Cause of death? unknown She thought she will be going straight to the reincarnation pool at the heavens, but who would have thought that she had already used up her 10 lifetimes, and each life ended with her suddenly dying at the same age of 25. And each time, she would have no idea how she died. Aggrieved, wronged, and unwilling! Who wouldn't be? After thousands of years doing missions, leveling up, fighting monsters and kinds of stuff, she finally became a Goddess, excited as to finally, she could take a rest. "Go to these worlds, do tasks, save planets, conquer tribes, build things and etc. Do something, earn respect from the undead, and gather believers among the living."

On the day of my wedding with Hannah Hawkes, her first love, Lucas Tate, sends his critical notice to her. He mentions that he wants to wear a wedding tuxedo one last time at a wedding before his death. In order to fulfill Lucas' wish, Hannah locks me up in a lounge and gets ready to attend the wedding with him. Her impatient voice echoes outside the door. "Why are you so cold-blooded? Lucas is about to die, you know! What's the harm in letting him have his way?" Some time after that, Freya Jensen, the young woman who lives next door, gets up to the rooftop and begs me to marry her. With red-rimmed eyes, Hannah asks pleadingly, "Are you going to give up on our seven-year relationship because of her?" I merely slap her hand away. "Am I supposed to watch Freya die? It's just a marriage registration. Stop being cold-blooded, will you?"

Carson Walters, one of the wealthiest lawyers in New York City, cold and undefeatable in court, happens to come across Lydia Darling who was on the verge of ending her life. "Go on, jump" Carson urges her to jump down the bridge "Or come down and I'll help you" Carson promised to help Lydia get back her daughter and also help her with the divorce case but what happens when Carson begins to fall in love with his client, Lydia Darling? "Come on Darling, let me take care of you and your princess" Carson reached for her cheek but she turned away, "Mr. Carson, I'll rather keep our relationship professional" Lydia, who had gone through hell at the hands of her ex-husband had vowed not to have anything with any man but what happens when she finds Carson Walters awakening feelings she thought were dead inside her? Feelings that were foreign and she had wished to experience but never came before? With memories about her past coming up at the verge of her happiness would she give in her all or let it all go? How would Lydia, who has gone through hell at the hands of her husband accept another man into her life?

I'm an heiress who's been bound to a gossip system. Everyone reads my mind on my first day back home after being reunited with my family. "Mom sure has done a good job of maintaining her beauty. It's no wonder she became an OnlyFans streamer after divorcing Dad." My mother is about to berate me for something, but she pales and stops when she hears my thoughts. I glance at the fake heiress, who's weeping pitifully. "My, she's pregnant. Is it John's or Zach's?" My two brothers exchange odd looks. Then, my father arrives. I cluck my tongue. "Oh, it's Dad's."

After my fated mate, Liam, postponed our marking ceremony for the ninety-ninth time, I saw him on the pack's evening news broadcast. He was with Clara at the Temple of the Moon Goddess, helping her choose precious moonstones. The look on his face was a gentle one I'd never seen before. My heart turned to ash. In my despair, I immediately accepted Alpha Fabian's courtship. He wooed me at his lavish estate, promising me the grandest marking ceremony of all. I started to believe the Moon Goddess had made a mistake, that Fabian was my true mate. Until I walked in on him in his study, plotting with a witch. On our marking night, he was going to steal my wolf soul and give it to Clara. And to make sure I could never interfere with Clara and Liam's bond, he planned to keep me his prisoner forever. I fled back to my room, sobbing uncontrollably. Then, with a trembling hand, I called the apothecary. "I need your strongest potion to end a pregnancy. As soon as possible."

When my neighbor's daughter-in-law falls pregnant, my neighbor issues a few "decrees" in a group chat for all residents in the area. "Number 1: Anyone whose family has daughters has to avoid leaving the house when my daughter-in-law does. I don't want them to hurt my grandson! "Number 2: Every family has to purchase meat and expensive fruits once a week and present them to my daughter-in-law! "Number 3: After my grandson is born, I will bestow upon everyone the honor to bask in his fortune. Every family has to give us 300 dollars as a gift. I will personally visit each family that doesn't!" She even singles me out with a message. "Unit 401, I want you to immediately stop feeding stray cats. I'll also give you three days to get rid of your cat! My daughter-in-law is scared of cats, and the creatures are covered in germs. What if she catches a virus from your cat when she goes downstairs for a walk? What if you hurt my grandson? "I command you to immediately bring me one thousand dollars as a deposit and guarantee. If I catch you feeding stray cats one more time, I'll confiscate the money!" I transfer 20 thousand dollars to her, yet she grovels at my feet and begs me to take the money back.

Because I was born under the Moon’s blessing, my body ripened earlier than any she-wolf my age. On the night of my eighteenth turning, my brother—fearing I’d be force-claimed by brutes—entrusted me to his blood-oath brother: Silas, Alpha of the Northern Peak. The first time we met, his golden eyes locked on my bared neck and never left. His fangs sank into my scent gland that very night, claiming me beneath the full moon. For four years since, I’ve been his scribe by dawn light, and his whore by moonrise. He trained my body to fit his every hunger, covering me in bite marks, yet never left the Mating Mark that would make me his true mate. Four years later, his confidante from the Central Territories returned. He tore from my heat-soaked sheets without a backward glance, racing to the moon-platform to greet her. I followed, stomach hollow, scent glands throbbing with his phantom claim. Only an hour before, his hand—scarred from my own teeth—had clamped over my mouth as he rutted me into the furs. Now, before the assembled Pack, he stroked another woman’s silver hair. “Amara, don’t show that jealous look. Have you forgotten—four years ago, you were the one who crawled into my bed while I was moon-mad.” “This tantrum is unbecoming.” He was right. I had chosen this life myself. But when I finally chose to leave him, he was the first to break.