Jeff X Knife

Alison, raised and educated in genetic mutation laboratories, is finally able to feel the long-awaited sensation of freedom when an accident occurs at Corfin's facilities. Upon being in the new world for the first time, Alison finds herself lost in society and does not mind being hostile to anyone who may refer her to danger and imprisonment. Freedom for her is not having someone to repress or command another, it is the right to do her will and desire, and when she sees that the new world does not suit her precepts, her wild side wakes up calling the attention of the authorities in the region. Alison Seventh-B.Corfin isn't going to hand herself over and be the meek wolf she was in her sector, she's going to destroy anyone who wants to imprison her again, not caring if the being smells amazingly like oranges and azaleas. x Patrick Bouvier has to prove to his people that he is capable and worthy of leading one of the two remaining ancestral packs, but he didn't know that the test for this would be dealing with the problems that his mate brought him. What can he do to save her from herself? And what will he have to do to save her from her kind, or vice versa? His partner is in danger and family dramas for both will erupt to further complicate things in the midst of a pre-collapse of the peace treaty. What will come out of it all?

Brizella Conan, a mixed girl between humans and demons falls in love with Jeff, a vampire who is none other than an enemy of her own people. Problems arise when Brizella finds out about her identity that she is a 7th goddess who must protect the wolf nation from the cruelty of vampires. A difficult choice when her mother asks Brizella to defend the wolf nation to exterminate the vampire nation.Who did Brizella choose? Her love for Jeff or the lives of her own people? Will she be able to get through all this?

"I can't do this anymore!" Easton cried, trying to break free from the man who had him pinned to the bed by his throat. ''It's been six years, Ilya! Six fucking years of abuse. When am I going to be free from you?" "Does it look like you have any choice?" Ilya smirked coldly. He produced his knife, wanting to carve his name into Easton's heart, so that every time Easton looked in the mirror, he'd know who he belonged to. "You either obey my every command, or watch as I ruin every last bit of the reputation you've toiled tirelessly to build. Don't push me too hard, East, or I'll unleash a storm that will render you breathless and begging for mercy and it won't be cute." As a pop star, Easton Reese had everything he had always hoped for: money, luxurious lifestyle, fame, and fans all across the globe who worshipped him like the idol that he was. But despite all this, Easton felt empty inside. Behind the happy smile he always wore on his face during the day, there was an excess of pain that he had to endure every night, in secret, where no one must know. Being punished for the crime his father had committed wasn't exactly what hurt him most; it was the fact that he was being punished by his childhood sweetheart, the same man he had once loved with all his heart.

Right after my bonding ceremony with Alpha Carlo, his first love, Olivia, died unexpectedly. For fifty years after that, I gave everything I had for Carlo and the Shadowmoon pack. We had five pups, and the pack thrived. But then, on the 50th anniversary of me becoming Luna, Carlo dragged me to the Moonlit Platform. He was going to break our mate bond himself. And after he brutally severed it, he drained all my soul power. He said he was going to use an ancient ritual to bring Olivia back to life. And I, the Luna who’d been by his side for half a century, was the perfect vessel. My desperate cries brought our children running, but they just stood behind Carlo, watching me with cold eyes. “Bringing Aunt Olivia back is the only thing Father has wanted for years,” one said. “If you hadn’t been jealous of Aunt Olivia, if you’d used your healing on her, you wouldn’t be our mother!” another spat. The children I’d poured my heart and soul into raising now just wanted me to die. I felt my soul shatter, my heart ache as if pierced by a knife, and then, nothing. I lost consciousness. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back to the day of my bonding ceremony with Carlo. In my last life, Carlo chose me, his Head Healer. Olivia, though, was devoured by a venom-fang spider and died from its poison. Her death had nothing to do with me, but Carlo blamed me for all of it. This time, looking into Carlo's eyes, I saw the deep disgust there, and any hope I had left died. He was back too.

My wife made me get a vasectomy. Not once, but ninety-nine times. Right before the hundredth operation, the doctor looked at me with pity in his eyes as the anesthesia failed to fully kick in. "Ms. Gibson really knows how to destroy a man," he murmured. "She's put him through ninety-nine vasectomies, then had them reversed—again and again. However, his body's long since broken. There's no chance of children now." "It's probably for her ex. Word is, it's his own brother. The scandals in these wealthy families—unbelievable." Because of a hospital mix-up at birth, my and Jeff Cunningham's fates were exchanged. He grew up with the Cunningham family, while I lived a poor life. Years later, my parents found the truth, taking me in and sending Jeff away. To make things worse, I became Wynnie Gibson's new fiancé. I once asked her, barely able to speak through the pain, why she would marry someone she did not love. She looked at me calmly. "To get revenge," she said. "You came home and stole Jeff's place. He was the one I love. He drank himself to death after you returned." Even my biological parents knew she was poisoning me. However, they turned a blind eye. They did nothing to stop her. They knew Wynnie had got pregnant with Jeff's child through IVF—planning to raise the child and let him inherit the family fortune. I coughed up blood and threw myself into the sea. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was first reunited with them. This time, when I saw the sorrow in their eyes—sorrow not for me, but for the son they lost— I chose to let them go.

"Fight all you want, babydoll. In the end, you'll learn to crave the bliss only I can give. And you'll realize you were born for one purpose - to be mine.” ************ She was just trying to pay her college fees, not get tangled in the deadly world of the mafia. Now she's living a dangerous double life, playing a deadly game she doesn't fully understand. Trapped under the control of the most powerful and merciless man in New York - mafia kingpin Kian Marcello. Kian sees something in Isadora that makes him want to possess her completely. Something about her calls to parts of him that have long been buried. But to be his could mean sacrificing her soul. Caught between two ruthless men with the means and ambition to destroy anyone in their path, Isadora walks a knife's edge. One wrong step and it will cost her everything. But how do you escape when you've become the most dangerous kind of addiction? When your every breath depends on pleasing a man who gets what he wants by any means necessary?

My fiancé was the CEO of a powerful financial conglomerate, and to the outside world, he adored me beyond measure. A week before our wedding, I found out I was pregnant with triplets. I had planned to tell him the joyful news in person. But instead, I witnessed him in bed with other women. Not with just one. It felt like a knife had carved into my soul, cutting so deep I lost all hope, all trust. My tears begged for release, but I held my head high, forcing myself to stay strong. For him, I had given up everything—my pride, my family, my career. Yet he chose to share our love with others. All those vows to love me and only me for a lifetime had been lies. Our so-called future, our wedding—it was all a cruel joke. He was no longer the man I once loved. He had become tainted. I would not endure his betrayal. He no longer deserved to be the father of my children. So I made my decision—to disappear, to fake my death and start over, to give myself and my babies a chance at a free, unburdened life. But I never imagined he'd become obsessed and start searching the world for women who resembled me, all while declaring I was the only one he ever loved. Too little, too late. His affection now is worth nothing. This time, I'm not looking back.

“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.

The Mafia circle in New York City was a tangled web, where power shifted in the blink of an eye. The Dusk family, once a powerful force in the underworld, was now reduced to nothing more than a pawn in the game. Their only hope for survival was to marry off their daughters, securing the support they so desperately needed. I, Seraphina Dusk, was sadly one of those daughters. In my past life, I had managed to secure myself a powerful marriage. I married Silas Vane, the head of the most influential mafia family in the country. My sister, Lila, was less fortunate, ending up with Jaxon Westmore—whom she believed would save her. I gave Silas a son and a daughter, and in return, my family was gifted wealth and power. But my sister? She was not so lucky. Jaxon wasn’t the man she thought he was. Instead of honoring the marriage or alliance, he squandered his time on models and strippers, leaving Lila discarded by both him and our father. One seemingly ordinary day, Lila invited me to lunch—never did I expect that she would kill me, drove a knife into my heart. Then she killed herself. And now here I was, reborn, back when our father first told us that Lila and I have to marry for the family. And this time, Lila called her shots on Silas Vane. That’s when I knew. She was reborn as well. Let her have him, then. She had no idea what kind of man he really was.

My newlywed husband forces me, a late-stage liver cancer patient, to drink hard liquor just to please his secretary. When the secretary later stages a setup, pretending to take a knife for him, she loses too much blood. In a panic, he demands that I give her a blood transfusion. I name my price—ten million dollars. He sneers. "Your blood really is worth its weight in gold, huh?" Of course it is. A liver cancer patient's blood doesn't come cheap. Later, when his precious secretary crashes into my car, he mocks me again. "You caused the accident on purpose, didn't you? Stop pretending—you just want more money. Wendy Yaeger, you disgust me." I'm done. All I want now is to get that divorce certificate before I die, but he looks down at me with disdain. "Don't use such pathetic tricks to get my attention. You're not even qualified to negotiate with me." Fine. Once I'm dead, the marriage will end on its own.