Once A Day

(COMPLETED) Rejected? Check. Cursed at birth? Double check. Mated to the brooding, bossy Alpha King who had abs to die for? Oh, absolutely. They thought she was nothing—just a weak, wolfless girl tossed aside by fate. But fate has a wicked sense of humor. Turns out, she’s the Chosen One. The girl in the scrolls. The spark that’ll either burn the kingdom down or build it anew. With ancient magic awakening in her blood and a crown practically begging to sit on her head, she’s no longer the broken girl they left behind. Now she’s back. Stronger. Deadlier. And absolutely done playing nice. The Alpha King wants her. The realm needs her. And the ones who cursed her? Better start running. Because the Queen has arrived—and she brought attitude.

I had promised my son that when he turned three, the three of us would go to the amusement park together as a family. But he never lived to see that birthday. My husband, Daniel Shaw, who was a perfect match for the bone marrow transplant, disappeared just before the surgery—phone off, leaving no trace. Without him, our son lost his last chance at survival. When Daniel finally came home, he asked, "Where's our son? Weren't we supposed to take him to the amusement park for his birthday?" Then his eyes fell on the urn. That was the moment he truly lost his mind.

For Esmeralda, daughter of the Beta of Bloodmoon pack is an excellent fighter and arranged to marry the Alpha of the pack, being rejected by him for a human woman was not only breaking her heart, but ruining her hard earned reputation as well. Especially not when she is pregnant with his child. She was excited for him to return so she could tell him. However, on her 19th birthday, despite finding out they are destined mates, he still rejected her and resulted in her losing the child he was unaware of. Esmeralda lost consciousness after the rejection, but she remembered being saved by a stranger who turned out to be none other than Alexander Malakai, one of the Lycan Princes and her second chance mate. Caught in a new world where her relationship with him seems almost forbidden like, and throw in her newest quest to become a royal elite guard at the Academy owned by the Royal Family and Anthony being an instructor there, Esmeralda learns to navigate through reclaiming her name, winning against Anthony’s schemes and her blooming forbidden romance with the Crown Prince himself.

Kiara is betrayed by her mate, Alpha Ray, who marks Princess Tara as his Luna before his people. Shattered, she hurries back to destroy the special gift she left for Ray, only for the Alpha to catch up with Kiara, discovering the truth about her pregnancy. She's carrying his unborn child. He showers Kiara with love and promises to make his mother, Queen Nora, accept their relationship. Out of selfishness, he destroys the last hope Kiara had for him by joining hands with his mother to poison both Kiara and the baby. They both dimmed her unworthy to bear the Royal family's heir. Kiara passes out and soon wakes up to find herself at the hospital, rescued by Jeffrey, a bodyguard to a powerful wealthy old Luna. The Luna picks an interest in Kiara's life, and takes it upon herself to make Kiara a terror to her enemies. .... "Trust me, I'll make you a whole new person. And when you start your work, the result will be splendid," Queen Avara promised.

I am the hated true daughter of my family. One day, I was kidnapped along with my sister. The kidnappers cut off a section of my finger and sent it to my parents. But they just thanked God that the kidnappers had not cut off my sister’s finger. They deciphered the hint from my sister and alerted the police, but the kidnappers learned about it. To protect my sister, they told the kidnappers that I was the one who revealed the address to them. Because of it, I was tortured to death while my sister was saved. Oddly, when my parents found my mangled body, they broke down and said that they were going to make my sister and the kidnappers pay.

Empty vessels make the most noise, and men who fit that description to a tee hardly make for suitable partners. When Corinne had to go on a blind date with someone like that, she did the unthinkable simply to show her disinterest in him—she kissed a handsome older man whom she had never met before. "I hereby pledge myself to you," the older man vowed. If a single kiss from her was all it took for him to devote himself to her, would a second kiss entail much more? There was only one way for Corinne to find out…

Since the day she was born, Aviana Rain has always had a rough life. Things always went from bad to horrible for her. From being mentally, physically, and verbally abuse to being left almost dead. Being in situations nobody should ever experience or be put into. She has never experienced love, until HIM.

On the day I was declared pregnant, I ran into my husband in the ob-gyn. He was with his long-lost love for a prenatal checkup. "I'm not going home tonight. As you can see, I have business to attend to," Lawrence said quietly as he left with an arm wrapped around Melissa. I fell silent and booked an abortion surgery. Everyone around us thought I was a simp for Lawrence. They thought I wouldn't leave, no matter how badly he mistreated me. He had the same thought. No one knew that I only married him to repay a debt. That debt was now repaid. Ten years was up, and I could finally end this abominable marriage.

"Are you sure you want to change the bride's name to Jasmine Shaw, Quinn?" Quinn Sullivan's voice was resolute. "Yes, I'm sure. Do as I say." She sat in silence for a long time after hanging up. She recalled what she saw after her engagement party. Her fiancé had his arms wrapped around another woman in a swaying car. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, looking like he couldn't bear to leave. Quinn didn't understand. She and Nicholas York had gone through so much to get to marriage. How could he cheat on her? Well, it didn't matter. She was willing to give him her blessings since he was in love with another woman. He could marry someone else, then. She would give him the wedding of his dreams.

After eight years together, I took a hit for my surgeon boyfriend. Milton Woodard vowed I could ask for anything. Everyone assumed I'd seize the chance to propose, locking him down for good. Instead, I looked him in the eye and said, "Let's break up." Then I walked away without a backward glance. Milton smirked, betting with his buddies that I'd come crawling back in under three days, calling me a desperate lapdog chasing his attention. He was dead wrong because I'd been reborn. In my last life, I proposed to him and won. Overwhelmed by the news, his first love threw herself off a rooftop and killed herself. Milton unleashed his grief-fueled rage on me. On our wedding night, he slashed my face and locked me in a dank, claustrophobic basement. When I got pregnant, he force-fed me supplements until the baby grew too big for me to deliver. I hemorrhaged, torn apart, and died in agony on the birthing table. Now, reborn on the day I saved his life, I was done playing his fool.