Jane The Killer Real Face

Andrea has spent the last six years held captive by the stark pack - a prisoner of war. Captured upon killing their Alpha and Beta, a task only an elite warrior of the Crimson pack, could accomplish. The war between three of the biggest, most feared packs in the country left countless dead and Andreas people fleeing for their lives. They were slaughtered by the Alpha of the Blue Blood pack - Alpha Damien - and the old Alpha of the Stark pack. Their land and people divided up, in favour of Alpha Damien - increasing his power. He is a ruthless Alpha - who publicly kills any traitors or spy's on his land. The new Alpha of the stark pack is growing angry at the lack of power he currently holds. He makes a deal with Andrea. If she kills Alpha Damien he will let her go. He provides her with the evidence she needs to fuel her hatred - Alpha Damien and his beta in the midst of her torn apart family, loading her six year old sister into their car. She wants to kill him and she will... for her sister. ** INFORMATION** I want to add - I don't like small chapters. This will be planned out like a typical novel. There will not be a ridiculous amount of chapters. 90k words like a standard book 40-45 chapters max! ** This is a first draft. I will edit on completion.

He hates her so much. He wants her to pay, but why kill her when he can play the long game? He is the predator, and she's the prey. Or, so he thought. * Damian meticulously leads a double life— an affluent billionaire on the outside and a well-aged lycan on the inside. He has been in concealment since the treacherous murder of his Luna years ago. Damian remains haunted by the depth of the betrayal. His pent-up rage is reignited when Ishtar comes along, an ordinary human who bears the face of the traitor who murdered his mate. A doppelganger of the lycan who orchestrated the ruin of his pack in the past. Not only is he surprised by Ishtar's audacity, but his inactive wolf rages for the first time in a long while, claiming she is the answer. The little human crashes down his high walls, torturing him with memories of the past. Just as he suspects, Ishtar is connected to his past and is the key to relieving him of the excruciating weight he bears. There's a tinge of passion beneath the hard-surfaced hate, and it intensifies the more he tries to quench the fire. # Ishtar has spent years of her life on the street, being a petty thief, since she left the orphanage at eighteen. Everything changes when she bumps into Damian and assaults him. She falls into his world without being aware of his end game and identity. She is the old soul's plaything and his last chance at redemption. Her assumptions about herself become a sham when she's open to the world of supernaturals. Humans are not built to last, but there's more to this one. What happens when Ishtar isn't the only doppelganger around? Who stops the past from burning into existence again?

I didn’t marry him for love. I married him to pay my father’s debt. To save my brother’s life. To survive. Lucien Draven is a billionaire, a killer, and the man who made my father disappear. Or so I believed. Now, I wear his ring. Sleep under his roof. Live as his wife with no rights, no freedom, and one rule: *Never ask about the night my father died* But secrets don’t stay buried. And when I dig too deep, I find something that changes everything. Maybe Lucien didn’t kill my father. Maybe the real killer is closer than I think. And maybe… the devil I married is the only one who ever truly wanted to protect me.

In her past life, she was a ruthless assassin who met a death so brutal she didn't even get a grave to rest in. But one fateful day, she's reborn-plunged back into her 15-year-old self, and blessed with an otherworldly power space by chance. Now, she's out for vengeance: tormenting her scum of a parents, taking down her spoiled brat of a sister, and slapping those ridiculous relatives hard enough to make their faces burn. She's a martial arts prodigy with a breathtaking, ethereal beauty. And let's get one thing straight-whoever said beauty and brains can't coexist clearly never met her.

Bata pa lamang si Ariya ay siya na ang taga-salo ng problema ng kanyang kakambal na si Ayana. Dahil sumama ito sa lalaki gabi bago ang kasal nito kay Ashton Herrera ay napilitan si Ariya na pakasalan ang binata. Iyon na sana ang huling kahilingan na ibibigay niya sa ama kapalit ng limang milyon, ngunit gumuho ulit ang mundo niya nang malaman na buntis si Ayana at kailangan niyang magpabuntis sa binata bago siya umalis sa pamamahay nito. Tatlong buwan siyang namalagi sa bahay ng binata noong una ay galit na galit ito sa kanya, ngunit di maglaon ay tinanggap at minahal na rin naman siya nito. Ngunit bago niya pa maamin sa binata ang sekreto niya ay kinidnap na siya ng kanyang ama at ipinalit na nito si Ayana. Sa muli nilang pagkikita ay makakaya pa kaya niyang aminin sa binata na ang tunay nitong anak ay ang batang hawak-hawak niya? O hahayaan na lamang itong maging masaya sa piling ng kanyang kakambal? Magpaparaya na lang ba siya katulad ng palagi niyang ginagawa kahit na hinahanap na ng kanyang anak ang ama nito?

I was ready to leave the Vampire Academy's main campus with Liam, my childhood sweetheart. All because he told me he was being bullied. He was the unrecognized bastard of the Vance clan. Born with a fraction of the power we pure-bloods commanded. So I promised him. I would go with him to Duskfall Academy. A campus that didn't care about bloodlines or power. A place where he could finally belong. But the night before we were supposed to seal the transfer scrolls with our blood signets, he betrayed me. I heard his friend's sneering voice. "You drank beast blood and faked the whole abuse act just to dump Isabella Thorne? Damn, Liam. That's cold-blooded." Liam just shrugged. "I'm sick of her pure-blood, high-and-mighty attitude. And this is cleaner than having her clinging to me forever." My world shattered. I turned and walked away. On the ancient transfer scroll, I took my dagger and slashed through the name of Duskfall Academy. Then I wrote the name my family always intended for me: Crimson Fortress Academy, in the Evernight. It seemed everyone had forgotten. Even as fated blood-bond mates, I, Isabella Thorne, am the sole pure-blood heir to the Thorne clan. Once I sever our ties, he can crawl back to me on his knees, and I wouldn't let him have a single drop of my blood. He'll be nothing.

Apa jadinya kalau suami loe adalah dosen yang terkenal killer di kampus? Itulah yang dialami oleh Aliandra Cessa, gadis berusia 19 tahun yang baru saja lulus dari bangku SMA. Ia harus menikah karena perjodohan yang dilakukan oleh papihnya dengan teman bisnis sang papih yang ternyata adalah dosennya sendiri. Kalau sang suami adalah dosen baik hati, mungkin hidup Alia tidak akan serumit itu. Ternyata punya suami seorang dosen tidak menjamin dirinya akan mendapatkan nilai memuaskan pada mata kuliah suaminya. Bagaimanakah hidup Alia bersama suami yang merangkap dosen killer-nya itu?

Harriet Avellino received a death sentence for killing the old billionaire, Sorren Fabroa, the owner of Fantell Architecture Firms. After serving the Fabroa Family and did her very best as the chairman’s secretary, Harriet couldn’t believe that she’ll be sentenced guilty at the crime she did not do. Although everyone knows how much Sorren treat Harriet as if his real granddaughter, no one took her side. At her last day, Harriet's friend visited her in the jail. She is Reese, an old friend who turned out to be the missing daughter of a billionaire Astell Wyatt, and also the fiancee of the man Harriet is in love with. Harriet thought that Reese visited her to tell that she believes her and to mourn in sorrow at the sad end of her friend. However… “I know you aren't the one who killed sir Sorren. But you need to disappear, Harriet,” said Reese with a grin on her lips. “For my happiness, the real heir must die. You'll do it since we're friends, right?” At the last day of her life, Harriet just found out that Reese stole her identity. She snatched her position as the heir of Wyatt corporation, and the chance to be the fiancee of Zion Fabroa, the man Harriet loves the most. But it is too late. When Harriet sat at the electric chair to receive her sentence, she knew it's too late for her. However, by the time she closed and opened her eyes, a miracle happened. The time turned back. And so, going back to the past, Harriet vowed to revenge at the people who abandoned her, who stabbed her from the back and those who stole her love and wealth that should be hers. The real heir came back with vengeance.

In my previous life, my sister thought that since my husband and I had high-paying jobs, she could swap her son with my child without anyone noticing. But twenty-five years later, the tables turned. My son had grown into a street thug, while her son—raised under my care—rose smoothly through life. Young as he was, he had already become a CEO. He was dutiful, bought me a villa, and even sent me traveling around the world. My sister barged into his company, waving a DNA test report, kicking up a scene, only to be thrown out by security. "Mr. Kieran said that even if you are his biological mother, you never gave him a single day of care," they told her. "So he refuses to acknowledge you." Breaking down completely, she drove her car into me and ended my life. When I opened my eyes again, we had returned to the very day she switched our babies. This time, my sister clutched her own child tightly, a wild, triumphant grin on her face. "From now on, you can be the mother of a street thug," she sneered. "The villa and all those riches—they're mine!"

My younger brother, Luke, committed suicide after being falsely accused of plagiarizing Layla's brother's music. My own life was a living hell. I was a respected music critic, but now I was the sister of "the plagiarist." My reputation was in tatters. My colleagues whispered behind my back, and my articles were dismissed as the ramblings of a biased, grieving relative. The one person who had always stood by me was my husband, Julian, a successful music producer. We had been together since college, and he was my rock, my refuge in the storm. I thought he would believe me. But, he didn't. But the real betrayal came the evening, just another day of being ridiculed online, I came home to find Julian on the phone. His voice was low and urgent, laced with a coldness I had never heard before. "The case is closed, Layla. It’s over," he said. "The evidence has been submitted. No one will ever know that it was your brother who plagiarized Luke's music."