One Bullet Away

Right after my bonding ceremony with Alpha Carlo, his first love, Olivia, died unexpectedly. For fifty years after that, I gave everything I had for Carlo and the Shadowmoon pack. We had five pups, and the pack thrived. But then, on the 50th anniversary of me becoming Luna, Carlo dragged me to the Moonlit Platform. He was going to break our mate bond himself. And after he brutally severed it, he drained all my soul power. He said he was going to use an ancient ritual to bring Olivia back to life. And I, the Luna who’d been by his side for half a century, was the perfect vessel. My desperate cries brought our children running, but they just stood behind Carlo, watching me with cold eyes. “Bringing Aunt Olivia back is the only thing Father has wanted for years,” one said. “If you hadn’t been jealous of Aunt Olivia, if you’d used your healing on her, you wouldn’t be our mother!” another spat. The children I’d poured my heart and soul into raising now just wanted me to die. I felt my soul shatter, my heart ache as if pierced by a knife, and then, nothing. I lost consciousness. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back to the day of my bonding ceremony with Carlo. In my last life, Carlo chose me, his Head Healer. Olivia, though, was devoured by a venom-fang spider and died from its poison. Her death had nothing to do with me, but Carlo blamed me for all of it. This time, looking into Carlo's eyes, I saw the deep disgust there, and any hope I had left died. He was back too.

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘 Agad akong nagbihis nang makaalis si Damian, narinig kong mamayang alas syete ng gabi pa ang uwi nito. Pagkakataon kona ito para makatakas Matapos kong magbihis ay sumilip muna ako sa labas ng kwarto. Alam kong maraming bantay ang nandito pero kailangan kong gawan ng paraan 'to. Gustong gusto ko nang makatakas sakanya “ pst! ” sitsit ko sa isang bantay “ Ano po 'yun señorita? ” “ Nauuhaw ako, Gusto ko ng tubig. ” saad ko. “ Sandali lang po. ” Nilibot ko ang aking paningin. Ang ibang bantay ay abala sa paglilinis ng mga armas nila. Kaya naman dahan dahan akong naglakad, halos hindi na ako makahinga dahil sa ginagawa kong ito. Konti nalang ay malapit na rin ako sa pinto Makakatakas rin ako rito.. Makakasama kona ulit sina mama at papa Bubuksan kona sana ang pinto ngunit agad 'yong bumukas at bumungad saakin ang madilim na mukha ni Damian “ trying to escape again? ” “ damian.. ” umatras ako dahil sa takot. dahan-dahan itong lumapit sakin “ you can't escape from here, Avril. ” matigas na sabi nito “ damian, pakawalan mona ako please.. ” nagmamakaawang sabi ko “ Why would i? You're now my wife. ” Umiling ako, “ Nahihibang kana Damian. Kahit kailan hindi ko papatulan ang isang demónyong gaya mo! ” lakas loob na sigaw ko Oo nga't asawa niya ako. Asawa niya lang ako sa papel. mula nang kidnapin ako nito ay naging impyerno na ang buhay ko. Wala na akong ibang naramdaman kundi puro takot at pangungulila sa mga magulang ko “ So this is the evil you're talking about. ” matigas na aniya at pinutukan ang isa sa mga katulong rito. napaiyak ako sa takot. Wala nang buhay ang inosenteng katulong Ito ba talaga ang nakatadhanang buhay para saakin? Ang pang habang buhay na maitali sa isang demònyong kagaya niya? Ang maging isang asawa ng demònyong 'to

Akala ni Krystal ang pagmamahalan nila ni Conor ay pangmatagalan na, hanggang sa planuhin ni Valeria, ang nanay ni Conor na sirain ang pagmamahalan nila. Ginamit ni Valeria si Celeste dahil ito ang gusto niyang babae para sa anak niya. Gusto niyang mawasak ang pagmamahalan nilang dalawa ni Conor para magawa niya ang plano niya na maipakasal si Celeste at Conor. Dahil sa sakit ng nangyari, tinago ni Krystal ang anak nila ni Conor, ngunit dahil sa stress ay agad niya itong ipinanganak at sinabi sa kaniya na ito na ay pumanaw. Dahil sa sakit ay tumakbo siya paalis dahil doon ay naaksidente siya at nakalimot. Pitong taon ang lumipas, nagkita silang muli, si Krystal bilang jewelry designer, si Conor na may ari ng isang shop at may anak na. Ngunit dahil sa pagkawala ng kaniyang alaala ang dati niyang pagmamahal kay Conor ay tuluyan na niyang nakalimutan. Muli kaya niyang maibabalik ang alaala na nawala sa kaniya? Paano kung maibalik niya ang alaalang ito? Kakayanin niya kayang dalhin muli ang sakit nito?

On our wedding night, my fiancé's best friend barged into our room for the third time, claiming a wedding prank. Having had enough, I warned Sam Whitman that if we didn't consummate our marriage that night, it was as good as over. He glanced at my half-unbuttoned dress and dismissed my words as a tantrum. Then Candace Lombard stormed in for the ninth time, ripped off the covers, and livestreamed our intimate moments. Sam merely pushed me aside and told me to be understanding. She climbed into our bed, smirking as she claimed the spot between us. "Wedding night prank? I get it," I grinned, leaning into her livestream camera. "Alright, everyone, fire up those donations! I'm about to let my husband take a mistress live. Let's make it a show!"

I double over in pain after assisting Adrian Randall with a late-night operation. He immediately carries me to a ward to check on me. However, before he can do that, he receives a call from a patient and hurries off. That night, I miscarry. When I come out of the operating theater, I see his childhood friend's social media update. She's shared a photo of her baby bump. "He hurried to come to my side just because I was lost. You have to treat Adrian well in the future, my darling!" I rub my belly, which throbs with a dull ache. I don't cry and demand an explanation from Adrian as I would have in the past. Instead, I like the post and apply for a position on the Borderless Medical Assistance Program. The day I leave, the high and mighty Dr. Randall looks at me with red-rimmed eyes. He asks, "How can you bear to leave me behind?"

When I met Ethan Stone, his family had just gone bankrupt. He had fallen hard and was at his lowest point. I stayed with him for eight years and helped him rebuild everything. We were finally about to get married. On our engagement day, I was kidnapped by his greatest rival. When I came back safely, he held his secretary in his arms and looked at me with disgust. “Jane, you’re no longer pure.” I felt my heart sink. I let him go and chose to fall into the arms of his rival.

I help my students gain admission to top state art academies, yet my boss, Sebastian Emerson, withholds every cent of the pay I earned from 24 consecutive days of overtime. When I confront him in anger, he accuses me of stealing 120 thousand dollars in training fees from the students. "Honestly, being poor is no excuse for being shady. And having disabled parents doesn't give you the right to steal. "You've got two days to pay it back! Otherwise, I'll make sure you spend a few nights in jail, and I'll even inform your parents!" When a student calls, he snatches the phone and starts screaming, "There's no money! All your tuition went into buying your art supplies! If you've got a problem, go ahead and sue me, brat!" Meanwhile, Jayla Buckley, who is curled up in his arms, keeps placing order after order of Chaennal haute couture without the slightest hesitation. Watching the two of them colluding so shamelessly, I grip my attorney license in my pocket until my knuckles ache. Take it to court? Litigation? That's my arena. And I'll make sure both of them end up exactly where they belong—behind bars.

Before being sold to a 60-year-old man by her parents, Rosalynn Carter quickly made a daring move – selling her virginity to a handsome man to save herself. However, she never expected that the one-night stand would be an ironic twist of fate, dragging her from one hell to another! "I will never love you!" Rosalynn cried, repeatedly punching the chest of the man who held her tightly. The bottom of her eyes were filled with helplessness and fatigue, but he was always the one who could easily bury her in the depths of despair. He traced his lips gently along her delicate face, whispering into her ear with a voice reminiscent of a demon's. "Not loving will turn into love! You have no other choice because your body, your heart, and even your soul—all were bought by me!" He always emphasized that love couldn't exist in their relationship, why was he now forcing her to love him? Was winning the heart of a demon her misfortune or her sin?

I used to be the one and only girl spoiled by my family. But everything changed on my 18th birthday, when my father adopted a she-wolf orphan named Sophia from the Werewolf Charity House. My elder brother, Alex, started to love her more and began to look down on me. My mate, John, who had grown up with me, liked her and ignored me. Even my father said that Sophia, an orphan, was ten thousand times better than his own birth daughter. It was my graduation day from Werewolf University. But instead of celebrating with me, they broke their promise because of Sophia.The 101st time. I counted. And it hurt worse than all the hundred before. I couldn't help crying out, "Am I really part of this family?" My father looked at Sophia—whose eyes turned red because of my words—with pity. Then he slapped me across the face. "You're still fighting for affection? I wish I had never given birth to you," he shouted. Alex snapped at me too. "You make me sick. I'm ashamed to have a sister like you. Get out of this den!" I didn't say a word. I simply packed up my things and left in silence. After I left, the den fell into a strange quiet. They took Sophia to the South Pole to see penguins, as if nothing had happened. No one contacted me or showed concern, because they assumed I would eventually come back—just like before. They never planned to do anything for me. They never had. But this time, they didn't know I was leaving for real. I called my mother, who lived in another pack far away, and told her I'd finally agreed to go live with her. Because this time, the family… Was no longer a place I needed.

The seventh time Claire Fisher bailed on our marriage license appointment, I finally cut her out of my life—for good. From then on, if she was at a party, I wasn't. When she was scheduled to perform at our college's anniversary celebration, I made sure to leave early. The moment my company announced a collaboration with hers, I resigned without a second thought. Even on Christmas Eve, when she showed up at my parents' house with gifts, I slipped out with a half-hearted excuse about "visiting a friend." I blocked her number. Deleted her from my contacts. Burned every bridge and salted the earth behind me. No calls. No texts. No social media. I didn't reach out. She couldn't reach me. Simple as that. For the better part of my life, I was hopelessly in love with her—waiting on her, caring for her, putting her first in every way that mattered. I gave her all of me without ever holding back. But after the seventh time she left me sitting alone at the City Hall, something inside me broke. I was done. If that meant spending the rest of my life alone, so be it. Better that than sitting in an empty apartment, listening to the silence, holding on to hope for someone who never planned to show up.