Murder On The 5th Floor

Jack born again to take revenge of murder of his parents and his mate but in completely different world. He gets born as a werewolf in the family of vampires. Moon mark on her neck and wolf mark on the nape of his neck is only symbolised to recognise one another. But his enemy already starts the game. A lot of tragedy happens in between. Will he get his love in this life or he will again lost her?

My stepson pushes me down from the second floor, all because I accidentally break a bowl. He stands over me, looking down with a cold, emotionless gaze. "You're just a stand-in my grandfather forced on us. Don't even think about replacing my mother!" I stare up at the boy I've raised for eight years, and his indifference cuts deeper than any wound. Blood slowly trickles down from my forehead. Fighting through the pain, I dial a number. "Whatever debt I owed has been paid. It's time for me to leave." Coincidentally, I already have the divorce agreement that his father has signed.

In my past life, I walked away from an invitation to the elite Academy just to take the fall for Luca. He held my hand, swearing he’d get me out. Swearing he’d keep me safe for the rest of my life. Instead, I rotted in a cell until I died. While I was bleeding out on the cold floor, Luca was marrying the Don’s daughter, living the high life. When I opened my eyes, I was back. Luca was sixteen again, face pale as a sheet, shoving a bloody gun into my hands. "Elena, you're a lifesaver." I slapped the piece away. "Dream on. I ain't taking the rap for you this time."

Inside the mediation room at the police station, my passenger looked disheveled with messy hair and rumpled clothes. She cried as she complained to the police officer, “Sir, it’s him! The Grab driver had bad intentions! He even tried to harass me! “People like him should be put in jail! And I want compensation for the emotional distress he caused me!” Right after she finished speaking, she slumped down on the floor and threw a tantrum. I could not believe someone could be this shameless. All I did was tell her not to smoke in the car, and she falsely accused me of harassing her. On top of it, I was a woman too! It was just that I usually dressed less femininely. How could I possibly have harassed her?

My family has this outdated tradition. On my twenty-second birthday, whoever gets my heirloom bracelet first becomes my wife. For the past eighteen years, my childhood sweetheart, Madison Young, teased that she’d be the one to claim them. However, when I opened the box, the beads snapped and spilled across the floor, right in front of a blind girl passing by, Grace Bellamy. She bent down and picked them up. Madison made a scene, urging me to marry her instead, just to please my father’s illegitimate son, Connor Vaughn. Watching Grace stand there, flustered and surrounded, I stepped forward, shielding her with my body. "Fine," I said. "I’ll marry her."

"Scrub that floor, you lowly omega!" Madam Willow spat, throwing the rag at my face. "The Alpha's returning... don't you just stand there staring? Now get to work, you lazy mutt!" I lowered my head as tears streamed down my face. ~ In a chance encounter, I unknowingly saved the Alpha and had a one-night stand that led to pregnancy. I was threatened by Camilla, my stepmother, not to tell anyone about it. After the birth of my child, I watched as my child was forcibly taken away from me with a warning about the life of my child on the line if I ever spoke the truth. With the help of my friends, I escaped the pack, abandoning everything... including my child. But what about the future?

Dark, frigid eyes look back into hers. She flinched and moved her eyes over the floor to avoid his stare. How could someone be so gorgeous while still having eyes that were too chilly to look into? Who the hell is this guy? Gosh! Is he a human? How come his eyes are so dark and cold? Mia couldn't stop thinking about these. Bryan Chapman, the Mafia leader and also a dancer, popularly called 'Lord' and immensely feared by his subordinates, took Mia as a slave in compensation for her father's debt. Mia had no choice except to dance to his tone to escape further agony. Find out how Mia Donald and Bryan Chapman's love tale turned out.

Grey Collins has the condition of hyperthymesia which allows him to remember practically every detail of his life with near-perfect accuracy. It is a condition in which an individual possesses a superior autobiographical memory. At a very young age, he witnessed the death of his father. His father was killed in their own home. Surrounded by a bunch of men. His father who's lying down on the floor covered with blood. He was killed cruelly and helplessly. To avenge his father's death, his dream to become a lawyer intensified. Hunting down all the people behind his father's death. A monster in court. A cold-blooded man. With the power of his memory, will he succeed? Will he be able to avenge his father's death? Will justice prevail? Having hyperthymesia, is it a blessing or a curse?

Tears were flowing through her cheeks from her blood shot eyes. Sniffing painfully she sat on the edge of bed. Her tears filled eyes were stuck on the shattered photo frame which she throw out of anger and pain. It was their marriage photo frame, the same photo which she used to admire once. But now, the same photo disgusts her whenever she looks at it.It sometimes the things which gives you happiness, the same things can give you pain too. Their whole room is a mess, just like her life. Wiping her tears Koushalya looked at those torn dairy pages along with few photo lying on floor , in which her husband was kissing another women. Love was visible in his eyes, sad thing is the love wasn't for her, it was for another women. Nothing can be more painful then, knowing your loved one loved Someone else more than you. She trusted him wholeheartedly, and now when she found out his secret , he lost the trust which she had on him. Koushalya, blankly stared the floor, her mind was telling her to leave him but her heart was begging her to stay. Somewhere, between her mind and heart she lost herself, her soul. Will she ever able to find her lost soul in that dark world of Sanjiv ? **** Meet Koushalya, Women with passion and broad thinking. Everything was perfect about her until she met Sanjiv, who showed her how does it feels to die slowly without letting anyone know. Somewhere between her husband Sanjiv and the fear of society she lost her own self. Will she find herself again ? -- I, Aarti Shankar welcoming you all in life of koushalya. To know further read the story and leave a review/feedback after reading it.

"You whore!" A masculine voice. "You philanderer!" A feminine voice. "I'll kill you in this house!" He bellowed as he charged straight to the woman and started beating her up. The little boy stood at the door and watched his parents go about their daily routine, tears spilled from his eyes. He stood in the shadows, just watching and crying. If he speaks out loud, they'll remember him and his father will beat him also. No one remembers him. Not unless they want to beat him too. Then he saw the blow, heard the awful sound. The blow that made a difference. The blow that made that day stand out from every other day. His mom stopped screaming, she laid there on the floor, staring into nothingness. Dead. "Gia." His dad paused mid-beating. No answer. "Gianna!" He patted her white arms turned red from being beaten. Terror filled the little boy's system, a sound escaped his mouth, drawing the man's attention. "Oops. I've forgotten about you." He said to the little boy. "Mom's dead..." The little boy said in a tiny voice. The man looked down at the lifeless white woman, "Seems like it." He looked at the boy with an eye filled with menace. "You'll pretend you didn't see a thing. You'll......" The siren rang outside. The police had arrived. A neighbour had alerted them when he heard the noise. He watched as the policemen pointed their guns at his father. He watched as they took his father away. He remained hidden, his blue eyes returning to the woman who laid on the floor, with eyes as blue as his. She was staring right at him. Finally, she sees him. Only in death, did she really see him. Something died in that little boy that day. Replaced with bitterness.