Pathetic Adalah

"I can't let you free" The mafia boss whispered harshly. Then he pulled back and I was freezed in my position. However I managed to recover from my paralyzed state and with enough courage I asked. "What do you want from me?" I asked, my voice low as I gulped. My hazel eyes was briefly locked with his ocean blue eyes. "Oh nothing!! but you saw us killing Ashar." Oh so that guy's name was Ashar.. "I didn't see anybody killing anyone." I lied curtly. "Oh really!" His eye brows lifted up. "then who is this?" He pointed towards the laptop which was placed on the coffee table. I took a step forward towards the table and knelt down to get a clear view. And....... Oh my me!!! I was sooo doomed.. My pathetic life.. I wanna cry so loud... Oh god!! Why?? Why me?? It was me in my black dress standing in front of garage and my face was clearly seen in the screen. Sweat trickled down my forehead as I gulped hard while seeing the laptop screen. It was hard to believe but it was me. I was damn screwed up. THE MAFIA'S CAPTURED SLAVE

Selene's life was shattered on her 16th birthday when her mother's abominable secret was exposed, and the whole pack found out that Selene's real father was a vampire, their sworn enemy. Selene's mother lost her life and her foster father abandoned her to her cruel fate. She was then taken to the royal pack as slave. Suffering, Pain, Fear, and regret was all her life was made of. She hoped on her mate, but when he appeared, he broke her more with rejection. What good was left for such a pathetic soul? Nothing, so she thought. But that was untill she realized who her second mate was.

Luo McCarner was dying when suddenly a woman who looked like her asked,'' Do you wish to go to the past before you made the decisions that led you to this unenviable state or die like a pathetic heroine in a play?'' Luo decided to take the chance to fix her tragic fate, which almost caused her death. But little did she know how deeply wounded her soul was and that she needed time to relearn how to be herself again. Unfortunately, the journey for self-discovery and self-repairing wouldn't be smooth. Her enemy was determined to bring her down and end her life for good. Some chapters contain violence.

Her life had been a living hell ever since she had known him. It wasn't every day one gets to know the almighty as human. He was brutal. She was crazy. He was the Country's most handsome womanizer, she was a firecracker. Ashley Crook had never thought her life would be pathetic untill she had no option but to ask help from the very same guy she detested her whole life. She hated him with all her life and there was no certain way, she'd let the monster be the father of her child. But perceiving the antibiotics and antiseptic that wafted in the air she was determined to change her life for good. Poverty was something she was not willing to work with. She hated being poor but she hated the condition he had given her. There was no way, she'd be a surrogate!

Mature Theme. 18+ Kitty, Cassie and Cherry are your average teenage girls, except they are all sporting secrets of their own. Cassie is having problems at home with her stepmother, plus her father barely talks to her. Her life seems pathetic until she meets Mitch, a mysterious boy with glowing eyes. Kitty is, well she's just a sl*t who likes to sleep with any and everybody, but her life changes drastically when she starts to hook up with a dangerous man who lives alone in the woods. He refers to her as his mate and gets upset if she lets another man touch her. And Cherry — Well, she knows all her friends' secrets because Cherry is not only a hacker but the future head of the Werewolf hunters. So she has a gift for spying, lying and cheating. One day Kitty realises that every guy she sleeps with ends up dead. It gets to the point where Cherry and Cassie think that Kitty may be cursed. After her friends go off to college, Kitty is left alone. Then on a foggy night, she is walking home alone where she gets captured by a sadistic werewolf who intends to keep her for his sick desires. How long will it take for her friends to find her?

In the world of werewolves, how can a pathetic human girl survive? Unexpectedly, I am chosen as the future Alpha’s slave. Oh, my handsome and sadistic master, how should I love you?

My nanny, Lucci Eyre, liked to call herself an independent, modern woman. She used to tell me every day to be self-reliant, do my own laundry and cooking, take care of the kids by myself, and even suggested that I divorce my husband. Later on, I found out that she was actually a social media influencer. Without asking for my permission, she made a series of videos trying to make me look pathetic as a Stepford wife. She also stole my jewelry and clothes. After I fired her, she accused me in the live stream of being a rival female competitor and pandering to men. Then one of her crazy fans tricked her way into my home and poisoned me. When I woke up again, I was reborn to the day I discovered that her social media account had millions of followers. ‘Since you're so into live streaming and making short videos, why not show everyone who you really are and let them see the independent woman that you are?’

On the night of our ninth wedding anniversary, my husband—Damian Grant, the man who ruled the mafia by day and once ruled my heart by night—did not bring me roses. He gave the bouquet that should have been mine to Serena Lane, his personal assistant. Beneath the chandelier where we once danced on our wedding night, he turned to me with that same cold charm he once used to whisper sweet nothings in my ear. “She's pregnant.” Finally, everything fell into place. “She's a picky eater. From today onward, you’ll cook three meals a day for her. And no repeats. “She’s sensitive and hates sleeping alone, so you’ll need to move your things into the guest room.” The room fell silent. I did not raise my voice, nor did I shed a single tear. I simply picked up my packed suitcase and walked to the door. The butler tried to stop me, but Damian did not even blink. “She’ll come back.” He lazily swirled the wine in his glass. “She’ll come back crying and begging within three days.” Our guests burst out laughing. They placed a million-dollar bet right in front of me. They were betting on whether I would be back before the night was over, begging Damian to let me back in like a pathetic stray dog with my tail between my legs. However, they did not know I had already received the family heirloom from my real father. I booked my flight to get far, far away from everyone I used to know. This time, I really left.

In the seven years that I have been bound to my Alpha heir mate Garrett, he had slept with every single friend around me. I pretended I saw nothing. I kept fulfilling my duties as the future Luna. Until the day I gave birth, his new mistress led rogue wolves straight to me. Their claws pierced through my belly with cruel precision. My mother was even killed by them when she tried to save me. In that desperate moment, I used the mind link to contact Garrett and begged him to save us. "Aria, when did you learn to pull these tricks? Don't think your pathetic acting will make me care about you." After saying that, he shut down the mind link. But he did send a car—to pick up his new mistress. By the time the patrol found me and rushed me to the hospital, the baby in my belly had been clawed out. My mother died too. The rogue wolves' poison coursed through her wounds until her body gave up. When I woke up, I stared numbly at Garrett's grandfather, the current Alpha of the Shadowmoon Pack. "Let me go," I said flatly. "Whatever I owed your pack, I've paid it back with my life."

My mom had a sudden heart attack, and the medical bills were piling up faster than I could breathe. I was desperate, so I turned to my rich boyfriend, hoping he could help, or at least offer some kind of solution. But instead of the support I expected, he unleashed a tirade that hit harder than anything I'd ever heard. "So this is why you're with me? Just for my money? You're no different from those other women throwing themselves at me. You're all the same—pathetic and shameless!" Before I could even react, he shoved me out the door. Later, when he finally understood the full story, he handed me a bank card, no questions asked. "Candice," he said quietly, his tone almost remorseful. "The password is your birthday." I didn't say a word. I just let the card drop onto the floor and walked away without looking back.