Monster Prom Vera

I used to be that girl in the mafia—envied, untouchable. Orlando Leone, the big bad Don everyone feared, had eyes only for me. I took a bullet for him. After that? People whispered I couldn't have kids. He tried to shut them up by knocking me up—ninety-nine tries. Try number ten? His shiny new secretary texted, all confused over a decimal. He bailed on me. By thirty, she crashed his sports car while shopping. Claimed she couldn't park. I was left freezing in a bathtub. He said he loved me, but when it counted, he always picked the girl who played dumb and helpless. That's when it hit me—his love was never really mine. And by the time I disappeared for real, he lost his mind looking. Too bad. Me and that promise? Already buried at sea.

Alone, all she knew her entire life was agony. A young unexpericed woman in this world becomes dangerous. The life she lived was unsuitable for her taste, especially having not even a friend to assist her. Until the slightest of hope would alter her life forever. Peace for her was distant, yet within arms reach of her, the life she would have never dreamed of was close. This is a story about a young lady who grew up in difficult situations, This novel is not only for entertainment but also to show that no one is alone in any situation that their is always a light at the end of the tunnel if you just keep going. In every single difficult situation, you enter know in your heart that this is not the end, there is however always a finish line but immediately after that finish line is another beginning to something new and even more beautiful than you can ever imagine!

Barrett, alone and hurt. Everything she has worked hard always ended up in vain. The day she has ever awaited would be the biggest tragedy of her life. As she traveled alone in the mountains, the fangs that almost bit her bare neck didn’t bother her. And finally, as she fell on the high cliff where only the hard waves hit the spike stones, her body was wrapped in cold scales that embodied death. The moment she met him, everything rings danger in her head ,"You smelled great and desirable, won’t you be my mate? “ this handsome gentleman grins and confidently grabs her wrist in order to capture and make no escape. As she stared deep into his eyes “Don’t stare too much, I might hold on to you for the rest of your life.” he inches closer and the deep golden emerald eyes that mesmerize her more as if enslaving her very own soul.

Seven years into their marriage, Bella got hit with a truth—Steven had a kid. A six-year-old. She crouched behind the preschool slide, barely breathing, as Steven bent down to scoop the boy up. "Daddy, you haven't come to see me in forever." "Be good, Ollie. Work's been crazy. Listen to your mom, alright?" Bella froze. Same face. Same eyes. It was obvious. Everything about them screamed it—The man who swore he'd love her forever had been cheating on her this whole time. Steven and Bella weren't just a couple. They were childhood sweethearts. She once took a knife for him. Nearly died. Lost their baby. Lost the chance to ever have one again. Steven had held her hand back then, eyes red, saying, "I don't care if we never have kids. As long as I have you, that's enough." She still heard the shake in his voice. Now? Every promise. Every memory. All of it—gone.

El día que celebrábamos nuestro tercer aniversario de bodas, Camila Estévez —enamorada de mi esposo desde hacía tres años— decidió proclamar su amor por él en Facebook.

I worked for a restaurant, and our boss loved making empty promises about giving us restaurant shares. The boss said we would start with zero shares, but we could earn 0.01% for every two hours of overtime, covering someone else’s work or saving the restaurant 1,000 bucks. I suggested she write this down in an official document and have someone track it properly. She just smiled and told everyone to work harder. She never actually put it in writing. The experienced staff did not believe her, but one prep cook took it seriously. At the end of the year, he went to the boss to claim his shares. The boss said, “Sorry, the head chef told me there’s no official document, so it doesn’t count. You can’t claim any shares.” The prep cook worked hard all year and got nothing for it, so he took his anger out on me. The day before I was going home for the New Year, he killed me with a knife. “If you hadn’t said it doesn’t count without an official document, this whole restaurant would’ve been mine!” I lay in a pool of blood. When I opened my eyes, I was back to the day the boss first made those empty promises.

Marked by Monsters Genre: Dark Fantasy Romance, Reverse Harem, Academy, Monster Mates I thought I was human. Normal. Boring. Cursed with a gluten allergy and a sarcastic streak. But on my eighteenth birthday, lightning slammed into my chest like a cosmic bitch slap, and I woke up with no memory… and a very illegal ability to shift into a silver and black wolf. That’s when the enforcers came. They called me a threat. A ticking magical bomb. And they threw me into Gravemire Academy, a creepy, ancient school built for supernatural disasters like me. Now I’m the new girl in a school where detention can literally kill you, and every hallway smells like blood, sex, and secrets. Worse? I’m being claimed by four dangerously hot, infuriatingly possessive monster boys who swear I’m their fated mate: 🐺 A broken alpha with murder in his eyes. 🐉 A dragon prince with a sharp tongue and sharper claws. 🧛‍♂️ A vampire who looks at me like I’m his last meal. 😈 And a dream demon who touches me like he already owns my soul. Each kiss makes my magic spiral. Each touch unravels a curse tied to my bloodline. If I kiss the wrong one first… I might doom them all. Oh, and there’s something ancient inside me. Something powerful. Something waking up. I don’t know who I was before Gravemire, but one thing’s clear: I’m not just their mate. I’m the weapon that was never supposed to exist. And I’m done being controlled.

You don't have a specific word to describe what is love because in love you don't need a reason. You just have to love, trust, fight and move. With these you are giving that person a chance to love, hurt and worst forget you. In this story, we will have a chance to explore Waje Clark Eleazar and Paige Madrigal twisted story. Both characters fall inlove with each other in their live-hate game. Untill Wage met an accident that made their life change. Would you fight for love that is unable to remember you? Or would you let that person hurt you? Will you forgive and move on? Or will you accept the unfamiliar person?

For eighteen years, my wife, Elizabeth Connerty, never once reached out to her first love, Lucas Ryder. She committed herself fully to me and cooked warm meals for me. She attended every parent-teacher conference for our daughter. She carefully planned our family trips year after year. That was how we lived—quietly, steadily, and happily—for eighteen years. But after our daughter celebrated her eighteenth birthday, I turned to Elizabeth and said, "Let's get a divorce." She stood in the doorway of our daughter's bedroom, staring at me in stunned silence. I added calmly, "When our daughter was born, you promised me that once she turned eighteen, we would divorce."

En medio de la fiesta de compromiso, cuando la torre de champán ya iba por la mitad, el celular de Marcos Harrison sonó. Me miró fijo y soltó, serio: —Tengo que irme. Lilia se desmayó en el aeropuerto. —Si te vas, lo nuestro se acaba —le respondí con firmeza. De todos modos, se fue... justo frente a doscientas personas. Cargó a Lilia Harrison en brazos —llevaba el abrigo que yo le había regalado— y se fue en mi auto. Al día siguiente recibí un correo: "Lilia se mudará a mi departamento. Me necesita. Ojalá lo entiendas. Cuando se recupere, tú y yo nos casamos. Confía en mí." Me quedé mirando la pantalla y, sin darme cuenta, solté una carcajada. Al final, no era a "quien lo amaba" a quien quería, sino a "quien lo necesitaba". Y yo, por ser tan autosuficiente, no le servía. Esa noche busqué un número en la agenda: el de alguien a quien jamás tomé en serio, pero que me había esperado por veintitrés años. Llamé. —Mañana a las siete, en el restaurante frente al mar.