Re:zero Fanfiction Everyone Forgets Subaru

“You’re crazy!” she spat I rolled my eyes, sucking on the sweet in my mouth with indifference. “So what’s your point?” Reika had been betrayed, murdered, and discarded by the very people she had given her all to. But fate gave her another chance. Reborn as the prostitute of Alpha Stephan, a man cursed to doom his mate to death, she wasn’t going to let anyone bully her and walk away unscathed this time. What happens when the quiet prostitute everyone ignored suddenly becomes the troublemaker determined to make them all pay?

Damon blackwood full of regrets the moment he signed the divorce papers. He never expected that his supposedly timid boring ex-wife Lillian Ashford, would move on overnight turning into the woman everyone in Las Vegas feared and admired. Not only did Jaxon Thornfield,the heir of an elite family,claim to be her personal bodyguard,but a top Hollywood actor swore to be her die-hard fan. Even the weathiest moguls in the country treated her like a legend. I don't care how powerful you're become, Lillian Ashford. I'll tear down your wall!"Damon vowed.

"You're useless, so why would I be with you!…it's over, I'm getting married to someone else!" Arthur's wife said. — Everyone looks down on Arthur stark. His in-laws call him trash and useless, they consider him lower than their maids, treat him worse than they would treat an animal. But none of that mattered, all that mattered to Arthur Was his wife, and he was patiently waiting for his wife to hold his hand without being ashamed of him. Unfortunately for Arthur that day never came, as he one day discovered his wife was a cheat.

It's hard when you're betrayed. It is doubly hard when relatives and everyone you consider family turn away from you. And it hurts unbearably when it turns out that the one you love more than life was the cause of your troubles ... But any pain has its limit. And devoted love can easily be reborn by hatred. Banished from the pack? It's bad, but what's stopping me from creating my own? Erase my memory? Unpleasant, but I was able to remember everything. Wanted to deprive me of a wolf? But I will never forgive you for this!

When you, a nerd, get stood up by your ex and wait all night in a bar on New Year's EveThat's when you meet the hottest hockey team captain who asked you to pretend to be his date so he could dump his latest girlfriend.When you're being pestered by your ex to get back together, he shows up and tells your ex to fuck off.Your ex says, I know this is just a deal and you can't possibly like her.He (kisses you in front of everyone): Deal, Like this?

Hardcore 18+ erotica overflowing with forbidden, family-taboo lust -- Teacher-student depravity. Raw brother-sister pounding, mother-son breeding, full incest threesomes and orgies, plus dominant teacher fucking her barely-legal student senseless, possessive one night stand, hardcore sex deepthroating, rough anal, breeding fantasies, secret risky sex, and dripping-wet surrender to every twisted desire that society forbids. Pure filthy taboo fantasy – zero romance, all sin. **** This book is mainly for xxx forbidden desires. Feel free here and enjoy

Everyone knew—Jessica Conway had always adored Jack Murray. They were high school lovers, and everyone just assumed they would get married eventually and live happily ever after. But then, there was Abby Conway, Jessica's elder sister who was "gravely ill." On the eve of Jessica and Jack's wedding, he said, "Jess, your sister's really really sick. Let's give her a chance to be the bride for now, alright? You know you're the one I love." Abby echoed, "Jess, promise me you'll come to the wedding, okay?" Jessica clutched the stomach cancer diagnosis in her hands and said nothing. On the wedding day, she never showed up. Jack, realizing her absence, abandoned the ceremony and rushed home—only to find the house empty. The only thing left behind was a single sheet of paper: her final diagnosis. For three days and three nights, Jack knelt before Jessica, begging for a second chance. But she never forgave him. Not even in death.

Tony Gambino never forgave me. His childhood sweetheart died saving my life, and for seven years, his hatred was a constant, silent burn. I fasted. I prayed. I begged for absolution. He met my penance with a cold sneer. "I'll only forgive you when you're dead." The words were a knife to the heart. So why, when we were both poisoned, did he shove the only antidote down my throat? As the poison claimed him, blood trickling from his lips, he choked out his last words, "Scarlett... in our next life, let's never meet." Later, I tried to visit his grave. His sworn brother and Consigliere, Richard Bruno, blocked my path. He pressed a gun to my forehead. "I don't know how you have the nerve to show your face here, Scarlett. He'd be alive if he hadn't saved you. "I should never have let him give up Elma for you. You're a curse. Everyone who gets close to you gets destroyed." Their eyes were unanimous in their blame. And they were right. So I watched his gravesite from a distance, my own guilt a heavier stone than any marker. Not long after, I was killed in a gang crossfire. When I opened my eyes, I was seven years in the past. This time, I made a different choice: I let Tony go—so that everyone might live.

I was just Clara - curvy, smart, invisible… until the day four men crashed my graduation and told me I’m not who I think I am. I’m the lost heiress of a billionaire werewolf pack, and suddenly, everyone wants a piece of me. Rival wolves, jealous heiresses, and greedy suitors think they can control me. They’re about to find out I bite back. My wolf is awake, my mind is sharp, and I’m done hiding. I’ll claim my fortune, my power, and maybe… finally find the mate who is destined to me.

When we're playing cards during the holidays, my cousin, Owen Thompson, suddenly calls it boring and tells us that he wants to make a big gamble. Then, he tosses his BMW keys onto the table and asks if we're bold enough to follow up with our own bets. I know that Owen is just trying to flaunt the fact that he's bought himself a BMW. Everyone is stunned by his antics. They quickly say, "This is just a game. We're not going to bet anything else." After that, they start complimenting how amazing Owen is to be able to own a BMW at such a young age. I, on the other hand, hesitate to do so. After all, my trump cards are a set of Ks. Having gotten his ego boosted by the compliments, Owen is about to flush the deck when I put my car keys belonging to a cheaper, rundown car. Then, I mumble, "I'm going to follow up with a bet of my own." Everyone falls silent at my statement. They just stare at me in disbelief, whereas Owen widens his eyes out of shock. Almost immediately, things grow heated between us. The moment both of us place our car keys onto the betting table, our feeble relationship as cousins is quick to vanish. But I don't regret my decision. Owen is the one who has decided to bet his BMW, after all. Since he's capable of being this ruthless toward his own relatives, I might as well not give a damn about his feelings at all. Owen lets out a cold chuckle before saying, "How much do you have in that pocket of yours, huh? You really think you can scare me, chump? I have a BMW, for crying out loud! You should gather more money first before placing your bet! Don't go around scamming others with just a shitty car!"