Knuckles Scared の小説・ストーリー

Skye Jackson has been running, running from her ex, running from her foster family. Finding her way into Silver Lake. There she finds Jayleen Silver, the Alpha is the Silver pack. Jayleen knows straight away that Skye is his mate. But every time he gets close to her, she gets scared. But he didn’t know that her being scared of him was the least of the problems coming their way.

Chubby, cheated on and cast out, Justin was the only one who cared for her and helped her find her true self but now her ex wants her back. She’s torn between going for her ex or his uncle, both men were very powerful which was a shock only that it was unknown to her that she was more powerful. There’s no telling what the future might hold but presently, she was holding the hands of the only one who accepted her for who she was. Life can get messy but with the right person, a decade is shorter than a year.

It's a journey of loveA journey of how two people break each other. A journey of how someone can be scared of love but get healed by that same love. Its a journey of how love can become the reason of destruction as well

BLURB Olivia Chen has spent three years planning the perfect wedding to Marcus Wright, her childhood sweetheart and the man her wealthy family adores. The night before the ceremony, she walks into her fiancé's apartment to surprise him with his favorite homemade dumplings and finds him in bed with her younger sister, Sophia. Heartbroken, she fled to a dive bar in an unfamiliar neighborhood, where she met Ethan Kane, a brooding stranger drinking away his own secrets. One reckless night later, she woke up with a hangover, a marriage certificate, and a ring on her finger. Her plan? Annul it immediately. But when her family pressures her to marry her cheating ex anyway, Ethan makes a p

"I reject you," Bruno repeated, his voice carrying across the hushed clearing. "We are no longer mates. We can never be mates." The warmth that had always softened his green eyes whenever he looked at her was gone, replaced by a glacial indifference that chilled her to the bone. "No. No." Lyra shook her head vigorously, her carefully arranged hair coming loose, dark strands falling across her tear-stained face. She reached for him, clutching at the ceremonial jacket he wore. "This can't happen. You promised to protect me, to be by my side, to love me." Her voice rose with each word, desperation clawing at her throat. "Please, don't do this to me. You can't."

My husband and my best friend had seemingly vanished during my grandfather-in-law's funeral. As I searched for them, I passed Shawn Whitaker's coffin and suddenly saw a live chat window flash into view: [Oh goodie, we're finally dealing with a male lead with a 200 IQ! He dragged Best Girl straight into the coffin before that bitch could find out!] [Aww, he's comforting Best Girl because she's scared of the dark! Aaaaahhhhh!] [That annoying extra is still outside looking for Vincent. She's so dumb, oh my god. I'm right here cheering for Best Boy to cheat with Best Girl because I swear that bitch exists just to get in their way!] Fury surged through me. I moved to flip the coffin lid open,

It's my fifth year working at my relative's factory after giving up a high-paying job. I'm in the middle of helping the administrative staff clear out the printer when I accidentally catch a glimpse of the new clerk's payslip—Base Salary: 6,500 dollars. I freeze right on the spot. Five years ago, I've turned down two high-paying offers and joined Dad's younger brother, Liam Graham's, factory. Back then, he patted me on the shoulder and said, "We're family. I'll never shortchange you." I believe him. However, it's been five years, and my salary is still the same five grand I started with. Every single time I ask for a raise, Uncle Liam cries poverty, claiming that the factory isn't doi

I bought an apartment during a market slump, $30,000 below what others had paid for the same layout. I had just finished moving in when Linda Carver, the neighbor across the hall, stormed over. "Same unit, same building, yet you paid $30,000 less than we did. You need to make up the difference!" I froze for a second. She took it as fear and raised her voice, "If you had the guts to snap it up cheap, you’d better be ready to compensate the rest of us. Otherwise, don’t expect to live here in peace." I looked at her, so self-righteous it was almost absurd, and I laughed. I had just been discharged from a psychiatric hospital. Threaten me? If anyone wasn’t going to live in peace, it was h

“Say it.”The hockey locker room fell silent. Blood dripped from Dylan Winthrop’s knuckles as he stared at me after beating a guy up for touching me. I should’ve been scared,Instead, I was angry. “You’re insane,” I snapped.Dylan stepped closer, his gaze dark and unreadable. “Maybe,” he said quietly.  “But he should’ve known better..... I'm the only one allowed to bully you” The problem with Dylan Winthrop?He hated me.At least, that’s what everyone at Blackwood Academy believed. When Riele Carter transfers to Blackwood Academy on a scholarship, she becomes the favorite target of the school’s golden boy. Dylan Winthrop is rich, arrogant, feared, and completely unto

My mother, Eleanor Thorne, dropped out of school at a young age to work, single-handedly raising my uncle, Logan Thorne, all on her own. Because of that bond, right before she passed away from a severe illness, she tightly held Logan’s hand and entrusted me to his care, begging him to look after me. With bloodshot eyes, Uncle Logan swore right beside her hospital bed that he would never let a single soul lay a finger on me for the rest of his life. When I was seven years old, my biological father, Richard Jennings, was preparing to remarry, and he muttered a cruel comment under his breath, calling me a piece of useless baggage. The next second, Logan smashed a glass bottle right over his