Obsessed Myself

To celebrate our daughter's eighteenth birthday, my husband, James Miller, decided to go nude cycling. I told him he was too old for that and would embarrass himself, but he looked at me with disdain and said, "Liliana, your life is so boring. You refuse to embrace new things." Then he brought the dog belonging to his first love, Sophia Lewis, and placed it before me. It was then I realized it was Sophia who had organized the nude cycling event. I felt my anger boiling beneath the surface as our son, Thomas, took the leash and handed it to me. "Dad, you can go have fun with Sophia. Mom will take care of the dog," Thomas said. But when the dog lunged at me later, Thomas protected it. Meanwhile, my daughter, Alice, fought to shield me. In the end, both Alice and I were bitten to death. James didn't even take us to the hospital. Instead, he dragged our bodies straight to the crematorium. Just before I turned into a wisp of smoke, I saw Alice rolling in the flames. During that time, James and Thomas were comforting Sophia. At that moment, I felt a deep rage—rage at myself for being so naive and for causing my daughter's death. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day when my son handed me the leash. This time, I was determined to make them all pay.

In my previous life, my husband had suddenly died of a brain hemorrhage, leaving behind a massive mountain of debt. For the sake of my son, who was still in high school, I sold the house my parents had left me, gritted my teeth, and worked three jobs to pay off the debt. Overworked and exhausted, my health deteriorated, and I eventually collapsed in the hospital. From my bed, I could hear my son, now a graduate from a prestigious university, smiling as he spoke on the phone. "Hello? Dad, it's me. Yeah, she's about to die. I bought insurance for her, so we should get close to one million. You and Aunt Rena should come back home right away." The "Aunt Rena" he spoke of was none other than my husband's childhood friend and neighbor who had known him for years. It turned out that the debts were all part of a massive money-laundering scheme between my husband and his childhood sweetheart. They had fabricated false accounts to hide their crime, and he had faked his death to escape the law. My son, eager to become the heir to wealth, had stood by and watched me work myself to death. When I next opened my eyes, I was back in the moment of my husband's feigned brain hemorrhage, the day it had all begun.

Shana‘s world turned up side down when she realized she was wolfless. However, when Shana got bullied as the wolfless transfer student in a new school, the hot hockey captain suddenly ran to her and lifted her in his arms. ____________ "You were there for me when I needed you. Now, it's my turn to be there for you." Blinking in astonishment, I found myself staring into the familiar face of Bear— the chubby-cheeked, infectious-smiled, and brilliantly blue-eyed best friend I had thought I had lost.

He was forced to marry her as his father gave him no Choice he decided to divorce her within a year. He was unaware that the person he is gonna marry is totally his opposite. She is messy, she is outspoken, and clearly has no manners to talk to anyone and was thinking of getting rid of her ASAP. She was working in a private company and her routine was so tough that she never got time for herself. She was shocked when she had no other choice but to marry him just for the sake of his mother's happiness. But the person with whom she was going to spend her life was so composed and boring. She never has seen him laughing rarely smiling. He was so obsessed with placing everything in ​its place. And she had a habit of living in a mess. The more she loved partying and socializing the more he was reserved. How are these opposite personalities are gonna live together? Will anything except a fight will happen between them or they would ever get to know each other? Will this sour relationship would turn into a sweet one or a bitter one

It only takes five words to drag me back to the desolate dry land of Afghanistan. Five simple words and I'm seeing the blast of gunfire behind my head. Five words and I see her drop right in front of my eyes. Five words causes me to lose myself and revert back into the soldier they made me. Five words."Thank you for your service."Nightmare Warrior's MC is created by D.S. Tossell, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

I'm Kelly. Everyone calls me Speed. I'm all about control. I'm in control on the racetrack. I'm in control of my car. I'm in control of how I fought to raise my deaf little brother. I live for being in control. Except in my personal life, I have no control and I don't know how to handle it. I don't know where I fit. Should I go with what I have been taught all my life as normal or should I give in to myself and let my true desires come out. I'm Brick. When I first met Speed I could see instantly she needed someone to take control. She needed the Dom in me to help her safely explore her needs and desires. She needed to submit to me and to her true self. She needed me to guide her as she explores who she is and what she wants. She needs a safe place only I can give her to step past what was drilled into her as right and follow her heart. I'm Gretchen. I'm a bunny for the Reckless Renegades. I service the members, most of the time means having sex with them. I was ok with that. Well, I was ok with it until I met Speed. I was drawn to her instantly. I wanted to get to know her but more than that I wanted to be with her. Before I can even make a move she finds out I'm a bunny and won't speak to me anymore. Being a bunny was fine for me but now I want more. I want to help Brick to get Speed to open up. I want to be with her in every way even if that means sharing her with him and giving up my bunny was.

His breath fanned my freckles and cheeks. "I don't think so..." "W-what makes you say that?" "It's because we're mates and we can't afford to lose each other. You need me for your survival and I need you to heal me. Now, do you accept my offer?" I kept my gaze on his face until I decided to sigh. "Alright. I accept your offer, my king..." *** I hated werewolves. But when I encountered the Alpha King himself, I started to question my fate. Not long enough, I let myself attached to him... deeply and uncontrollably. He has this eminent coldness that makes everyone scowl away in fear, but why was I too hopeful to see his weakness? Was I too hopeful, that someday he'd be looking my way? To treat me as his lover?

The bitter chill of rejection pierces my heart once again as Gray turns his back on me without a word. The mate the moon goddess has sent to me as my only source of joy doesn't even spare me a glance as he walks away, off to join the mate his council has chosen for him. Not me. Never me. My father, the Alpha, sees me as a waste. My packmates sneer and jeer, enjoying my pain. And my fated mate Gray, whose rejection cuts deeper than any wound. I thought I knew heartbreak when my mother died birthing me but this agony is so much worse. Every day I pray to the Moon Goddess for a family to call my own, for acceptance, for love. My prayers go unanswered. Each day, there are whispers that I am cursed, that my existence brings misfortune to the pack. If only they knew the turmoil steaming inside me. But I will endure. Even as assassins ambush me and Silver Fang soldiers see me as a threat. Even as I find myself mysteriously pregnant with no father in sight. Even as wolves come to me claiming friendship while concealing wicked motives. I have survived worse. I am stronger than they know. There are secrets about me, truths my so-called pack tries to bury. My identity. My power. My purpose - all hidden from me by lies. But I will uncover it all. The course of my life is changing, veering into unpredictable territory. But I am ready for whatever comes. My story has only just begun. I am Lyra, the Omega without a wolf but not without a purpose and I would fulfill it! I will shock my pack, I will shock my father, I will shock my mate. This is how I rise!

SEQUEL TO CAGED TO HER OBSESSIVE ALPHA "I, Fallon Tutor, reject..." "Don't you dare finish that sentence." He growls, pinning me against the wall. "You haven't even given me a chance to prove myself to you." "Prove yourself?" I snap, shoving him away. "And how do you intend to do that? By mistaking me for my mother again?" At my words his face falls and a look of helplessness begins to shine in his bright blue eyes. "I'm not her." I continue. "And I never will be. Just forget this night and stay away from me." For eighteen years I waited for him, hoping he would realize that I was the one he was always pining over. That he would forget my mother and notice me. Little did I know that he would not only continue to pine for her, but in a drunken stupor he would mistaken me for her and force something sacred on me. After that night, my love for him died along with my heart. Now, my only focus was growing stronger and taking my place as my packs alpha and forgetting the man that hurt me the most.

"It's a command and not a request, look me in the eyes," he let out. "I said look me in the eyes," he yelled louder that I couldn't help but shiver. "She's blind," someone let out in the crowd. I could feel my legs go weak. "Are you blind?" he asked but I kept mute. "Don't let me repeat myself, are you blind?" he yelled in frustration. "Yes," I said with a teary and shaky voice. "A blind Mate," he yelled out for everyone to hear. "The moon Goddess must be great to have given me a blind-mate, a useless and weak one! What can a blind person do? They are of no use," he let out as those words hit me hard. "You would never be good enough for me and therefore it would be a waste to have you as my mate," he said as my legs went weak, I couldn't help it as I fell on the floor. I wished that he could just stop because all his words were assassinating to the heart. "I, Alpha Ace ray d king reject you for a mate.