Novel & Cerita Mentally Ill Characters

[Warning: Mature content] "You're not Irina anymore," he whispered, " You're Isabella... my dead sister." When twenty-one-year-old Irina Wilson wakes up in the mansion of Lorenzo De Luca, the ruthless Don of Naples. She's given two choices, go to prison for a murder she didn't commit, or pretend to be his dead sister Isabella. Blackmailed into living a lie, Irina is forced to step into Isabella's world, a world of luxury, danger, and secrets she dosen't understand. But everything changes the moment a little boy calls her Mama. Now trapped between a child who believes she's his mother and a man who dosen't only want her but her body too, Irina begins to question who she really is. When Isabella's husband returns demanding his wife back, the truth she's been running from unravels. What Irina dosen't know is that she is not pretending to be Isabella, she is Isabella. A woman who survived death, lost her memory and fell in love with the man who destroyed her life. As lies crumbles, heart collides and blood debt becomes due, only one truth remains, love can be born even in the hands of the man who killed you.

He was my childhood lover, now he's offering me a contract marriage. Frey Johnson, son of billionaire CEO,Tyler, presents Catherine Rhodes with a marriage offer of fifty million dollars for 5 years, in his quest to become CEO and getting married was the last hurdle set by his father on his way to the throne.

"A Year to Heal: The Nurse and the Millionaire" tells the story of Amelia Jones, a woman who has always had bad luck as a faithful companion. After an offer she can't refuse to take care of a rich man in a wheelchair, she sees the opportunity to change her life and fulfill her dream of studying Literature in Europe. But taking care of Alexander Alderidge, a controlling, cynical and arrogant man, will not be an easy task. As Amelia deals with the daily problems of caring for a patient, she also has to face the painful past that haunts her. Alexander, in turn, also has his wounds opened by time, and both need to heal not only his legs, but also their own souls. Over the course of a year, these two characters who are so different, but so similar in their pain, will discover that life can be unpredictable and that love can arise in the most unlikely places. An exciting story about overcoming, maturing and the pursuit of happiness.

Mom and Dad have given me all their love. They've decorated a princess bedroom for me, where unlimited Barbie dolls await me there. Since I love bathing a lot, they've also sunk in a huge amount of money just to custom-make a bathtub for me. They keep telling my younger sister, Olivia Grant, to protect me forever. But when Olivia and I are taking a bath together, she accidentally chokes on the bathwater. That's when Mom goes nuts. She strangles me violently while roaring at me, "We thought you'd learn to love your sister as long as we treated you well! Who would've thought that you're an ingrate who tried to drown her?" I can only shake my head in alarm. But Mom quickly shoves me into the washing machine. "You like bathing that much, don't you? Well, you can bathe to your heart's content!" After that, Mom and Dad take Olivia out to play. What they fail to notice is that they've accidentally turned on the washing machine. Water soon fills the chamber, and yet I can't climb out of the washing machine at all. As I feel myself tumbling around with the dirty laundry, I can only open my eyes with great difficulty as I look at my parents, who have returned home once again. I don't want to take a bath anymore. Can Mom and Dad please stop getting mad at me?

In a world of runways and ruthless deals, nothing is as it seems. On the verge of global domination, THEO, one of the most popular investors, offers OLIVIA a rising fashion star, a deal she can’t reject. Popularity and a massive investment for 70% of her brand. What begins as a partnership, ignites into obsession, and an intimacy they never imagined was possible. But when buried truths come to light about her past, her mother and lies that shaped her. Olivia begins to question everything, including Theo's sudden interest in her and her company. Because the closer they get, the harder it is to tell who's playing who.

I transmigrated into a trashy, tragic romance as the vicious side character. By the time I arrived, the story had already reached its ending. I had caused the female lead to lose her SAT opportunity, and my two older brothers forced me to my knees. My eldest brother, Lucas Sherman, beat me mercilessly with a stick. He hissed, "Slap yourself 1000 times before you can get up." My older brother, Charlie Sherman, threw a bottle of pesticide at me. He spat, "Someone as vicious as you should just die." I let out a cold laugh and picked up the pesticide bottle, downing it in one gulp. Lucas and Charlie turned pale with shock. "Are you insane? You actually drank it!"

The werewolves launched a massive invasion of the Elf Forest had been burned, half my people were dead, and my parents were missing. The Elf Queen asked me to go to Damien Thorne and make him stop the war. Damien Thorne. Alpha King of the North, my True Mate, the boy I'd grown up with. His sister Sera was the youngest of the three of us, and my best friend. A year ago, Sera vanished after a secret meeting. I walked out of the forest alive. He didn't — and to him, that was proof enough. He went mad. He burned the sacred trees, slaughtered my people, turned every drop of his hate on me. But he still loved me. So I went. He locked me in his study and fucked me for nine days. Even when I slept,his eyes full of something I couldn't read — madness, and pain. On the tenth day, he kissed his way down my spine, so gentle I let myself think it wasn't too late. The next second, the dagger went into my shoulder blade, straight through the root of my light-wing. The pain detonated from my spine to the crown of my skull. "Shh. Don't scream." He pressed my face into the pillow. "These nine days were the warm-up. Tell me where Sera is." He locked me in the dungeon. He used my people's lives as a leash. He married another she-wolf. The cold-iron whip came down. Each welt sealed itself shut against the iron-poison's burn, then split open again. Every strike felt like a red-hot brand pressed into my skin and ground in. It would never heal. But every time I came close to dying, it was him who tipped the antidote down my throat himself. His fingers shook. His eyes carried a tenderness he hated himself for. The night he got drunk, he crushed me against his chest. "You think I love you, so you can do this to me. Tell me where Sera is, and I'll let you go." I couldn't say it.The moment I opened my mouth, it would burn to ash. I wouldn't have to keep this secret much longer. An elf away from the forest for one full year is dead. No exceptions. I had two days left.

***MATURE 18+*** Olivia Carol White, she was a normal 18 years old teenage girl that just graduate high school. Because of her careless action she has been abducted and being pushed to the mafia world. 7 years had passed, she turns into a ruthless, cold-hearted and vicious assassin. Until one day, she finally got to see the person she hate the most. The one who caused her to be a part of this mafia. The difference is there won't be any laughing and hugging cause this time, she have been assigned to kill him. Yes, she have to kill her ex-lover.

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?

At the factory, my arm is pulled into a machine. After the surgery, the factory supervisor tells me it's my fault. Because of my arm, the machine has to be shut down for repairs, and every day of downtime will cost them millions. "Someone has to take responsibility for this, Zachary," the supervisor tells me. "It wouldn't make sense to demand millions from you, so just compensate us with 300,000—that's all." Under their threats—and my family's desperate begging—I sign the IOU for 300,000. With one arm gone, I can no longer find a job. All I can do is collect trash to repay the debt. While picking up bottles outside a restaurant one day, I hear the factory supervisor laughing and bragging inside. "Actually, that one-armed guy didn't violate any rules. In fact, the HQ gave three million dollars in compensation. My house and car? All bought with that money," he said. "I mean, who'd ever find out? With that debt hanging over him, he's probably already run off somewhere." Shaken by the news, I stagger onto the street. A truck roars out of nowhere, slamming into me and throwing me 16 feet across the road. When I open my eyes again, I had returned to the day I lost my arm.