One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest

Savannah Abad, daughter of a well-respected attorney, is dubbed by the public as the perfect daughter. Classy, beautiful, responsible, and sharp. Everyone adored her. All along they've thought that life was easy for her but it's the total opposite. She was tailored to be that perfect daughter image in order to protect her father's reputation. Things were rough for her but she manages to survive throughout the year. When she thought she's already sailing the safe waters, a magnificent wave hit her. Her world was turned upside-down. It made her question herself. All those years she've been through polishing her image and so as her father will be wasted with just one temptation.

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Wild One is a story of loss and love with a dark supernatural element sure to keep readers guessing. This story follows Bryt, a twenty-seven year old woman, who was banished from the kingdom where she was born after her family was ruthlessly murdered, to live a nomadic lifestyle outside the castle protection. The Regent who took control of the kingdom surely believes Bryt to be dead but death cannot hold her back from the vengeance she knows is necessary.

A future heir of the top wealthiest family in the world got kicked out because of selfishness and greed on money. He married into a family with the most beautiful lady in the city. For the passed six years he endured the all of kind humiliations and being called a useless piece of trash, but they doesn't know that he is a young master of the most influencial and top wealthy family in the world.

What inspired you to write One Promise? You see, when I was young, life was tough. I grew up with a broken family. I never felt the love I wanted all my life. I've always love reading. That's when I found my new comfort through writing. Then I held on to it because it gave me hope. It gave me another way to ease my broken self cause I needed to. Just when I thought I already hit rock bottom with all these pain I felt ever since I was a kid, God must've still felt the need to push me more by leaving me with a monstrous dad but I saw how God changes him. So I wrote this story for my dad.

While preparing for the SATs at the library, my brother is accidentally shot and injured, causing him to bleed profusely. I pass by this scene but turn a blind eye and quicken my pace to leave. This is because in my previous life, when I saw him, I rushed him to the hospital in a panic. He had intracranial hemorrhaging, and he urgently needed surgery. I quickly called my mom, the top neurosurgeon in the city, begging her to come to the hospital as soon as possible. However, she thought I was jealous that she had taken my adopted sister to the beach instead of spending time with me. She also believed I had fabricated the story about my brother's injury, and thus refused to return. By the time my dad and the rest of the family hurried to the hospital, it was too late for rescue efforts—my brother had passed away. The whole family blamed me for his death. They were convinced that I had deliberately misled my mom and delayed his critical treatment. When my mom returned from out of town, she lost her composure and pushed me down the stairs, watching coldly as I bled to death. After opening my eyes again, I had returned to the day my brother was shot at the library.

“You’ll live here,” he growled. “You’ll be with me when I want, how I want. I’ll pay your bills and also send you a weekly allowance. “What if I don’t?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm. “Then you leave. You go back to your dirty little apartment. You go back to begging for scraps, but we both know you won’t, because you want someone to own you, Ethan. You just don’t know it yet.” I signed the papers. …………………. I never thought my life will turn out like this, twenty-five, broke, and desperate. With my sister’s hospital bills climbing, and no one left to turn to, I was willing to sell my pride for survival. That’s when I cross paths with Alexander Veyron, the cold, sinfully handsome billionaire. He offers me a deal I can’t afford to refuse. One contract. One rule. I belong to him. What begins as business quickly turns into something darker, addictive and possessive. Just as I begin to surrender, my father who abandoned me resurfaces offering me freedom in exchange for betraying the man who consumes me. Between obsession and betrayal, which will I choose and what will it cost me?

I'm the Whitefang Pack Alpha's daughter. Thanks to Samzor—Alpha of Nightfang and my so-called betrothed—I got shoved into a mate bond with a limp rogue. He sold out three generations of Nightfang war honors just to make it happen. Dad lost it. He went straight to Nightfang territory, demanding answers. Samzor? He laughed. "Alpha Connor, come on. Nyara's your heir. You'd never let her actually mate a cripple. "I've loved her for seven years. I'd never mistreat her. I just need her to compromise—let Catherine stay with me. "Don't stress. Catherine's obedient. Polite. She'll make a good servant for Nyara." Catherine. A fox-wolf halfblood he dragged in from a border patrol. Scared I'd kick her out the second our bond was sealed, he cooked up this garbage plan to trap me. Only problem? The Alpha King's decree doesn't do take-backs. Mom handled the dowry. I'd go through with the ceremony. Bond to that rogue. After that? Samzor was dead to me.

On my 22nd birthday, my uncle Scott discovered my diary. After he found out about my secret love for him, he sent me overseas. He then spent hundreds of thousands, marrying the love of his life.

On the day of my wedding anniversary, I was cleaning my house when I found a picture album. As it turned out, my husband had been religiously taking pictures with the girl of his dreams every year on this precise date. He had been doing it since he was forty years old and he was now sixty years old. His hair had progressed from a jet black to a faded white and yet, he kept up the tradition. There was a written message in his handwriting at the back of the picture that read, “Eternal Love.” Since he doesn't love me, I will no longer bother washing his clothes and cooking for him. I will no longer care for his children and grandchildren. I may have foolishly wasted half of my life, but it was not too late to make a change.