Rwby Fanfiction Jaune True Power

"W-who are you?" I asked looking up to meet the dark figure, but he didn't say anything. I slowly move my hands up to the figure's face until I am feeling the slight stubble on my hands, and in an instant, the yellow eyes glisten at me in the moonlight. I jump pulling my hands away from his face, my heartbeat increasing by the minute."P-please d-don't hurt m-me." I plead as I close my eyes. Instead, he pulls me closer into his embrace, nuzzling his head onto my neck, "I could never hurt you." he finally says and with that my body eases.

Growing up on a diary farm, Araknee disscovers she's the lost princess of Hartland on her seventeenth birthday and that's not all; she has the ability to control water, a power only Hartland royals possess. Instead of giving her answers, her adoptive parents send her on a journey through the Midlands to find Granark; an old wizard who once befriended her biological parents and is the only one available to train her. With the help of two new friends, Araknee begins her quest to find the wizard by battling her way through the many obstacles set in her path. Meanwhile, back in Hartland, Adrian, Araknee's half brother, isn't too happy with the existence of another heir. Secretly, he plans to kill her and claim the throne for himself. Join the Lost Princess on her journey through the Midlands, fighting bounty hunters, thugs and encountering strange beings in this fantasy world of love, magic and power.

Alicia Stewart, the eldest daughter of the powerful Stewart family, has outstanding looks but is sidelined after the death of her father. At the age of twenty-three, she regains her shares in the company and a car accident gives her the superpower of unforgettable memories. She smiles contemptuously and moves upward step by step, gradually reclaiming everything she owns. However, another problem lies in front of her. On one side is the gentle childhood friend lawyer, on the other side is the overbearing president of the business marriage, when they both show their love to Alicia, who should she choose?

This book is authored by amy worcester. “I started boxing lessons with the boys when I was twelve, I had some issues to work through. I’ve been in the fight for the last eleven years.” Twenty-three, he thought. That was too young for his thirty-nine years. But he sure as hell planned to enjoy the view. She currently hid her body under baggy clothes, but he was willing to bet that she was all muscles underneath. He had dated the soft curvy women before, he liked the ones that he was certain that he would not break. “How old were you when you moved in with Brute?” “Seven. Right after my parents were killed.” She said softly and he froze just before the stairs. Sixteen years ago. Right around the time he reenlisted with the Army. When the club went straight. When the Ridgeview president, Sinner, his wife and sons had been shot to death. And his daughter barely survived. The only survivor from that day. “I'm sorry.” He murmured and she shrugged. “I’m trying to remember you.” He was so much like the men that she grew up around. The kind of man that she swore she would avoid. The same type that her father had been,there were even tattoos on the backs of his hands. Jasmine was born and raised in the Devil’s Saints Motorcycle Club. A rival club caused the deaths of her family. After an incident at the mother house, she stepped away to focus on her MMA career under the name Taz.

In order to avenge her family, Vanya is willing to do anything, even if it has to be exchanged for her pride and self worth. She will make him pay! *** Vanya, who was forced to work hard after her father death, was reunited by fate with Kevin, a billionaire who she suspected was the cause of the bankruptcy of her parents's company so that his father died in poverty. Since their meeting, Vanya has been determined to conquer the handsome billionaire's heart and make him pay for all his deed for causing misery to Vanya's family.

Fiona had been acting as a stand-in lover for five long years, veiling her true power and presenting herself as meek and obedient, tirelessly tending to Darwin's every need, only to be taken for granted. But then news arrived of Darwin's impending marriage to a wealthy heiress. No longer willing to play the role of the submissive substitute, Fiona swiftly cut ties with the scoundrel, concealing her pregnancy, and fleeing. Five years later, she had undergone an astounding transformation, emerging as the heiress to a multi-billion-dollar conglomerate, earning the title of the investment banking goddess, esteemed by all in the sectors of finance. When they finally met again, the one who had searched desperately for five years, losing their sanity in the process, discarded all dignity and pride, humbly beseeching, "Please, do not reject me..."

Accused of a murder she didn’t commit, Lyra—a gentle healer and omega—flees from a pack that only ever saw her as weak. But fate has different plans, leading her into the life of the ruthless Alpha Tristan of the Night Howlers pack. Drawn to the woman he believes is hiding deadly secrets, Tristan finds himself torn between his suspicions and a fierce desire he doesn’t understand. Trapped in a world of betrayals, hidden magic, and a dangerous prophecy, Lyra begins to unlock her true heritage—a power that can either save or doom them all. But when an ancient enemy returns to claim her life and everything she loves, she realizes that her bond with Tristan may be the only thing that can stop a war. As enemies circle closer, a terrifying choice looms: trust the mate who broke her heart or watch the entire realm burn. Will Lyra and Tristan defy their fates…or be consumed by them?

I’d been dead a month before my family even noticed. It wasn’t concern that brought them to that realization. It was my silence after the so-called “dinner” with Adam Rossi, the infamous mafia boss. My father scoffed like always,“She probably shacked up with that bastard. Too busy spreading her legs to pick up the damn phone.” My sister texted me a photo of them smiling under the Christmas tree, ornaments twinkling like nothing was wrong. Bitch, she wrote. You better talk Mr. Rossi into working with Dad, or you might as well be dead already. And my mother—once the softer one—was now colder than the frost on their windows. “I told you, we should’ve sent Gia to charm Mr. Rossi. Serena always screws things up.” They didn’t think I would die. Not until they found my body—broken, rotten, and forgotten—in Adam Rossi’s basement.

On the first day of work, the company president said that I looked like his long-lost daughter and gave me a salary of 100 thousand dollars, on the condition that I ate together with his wife every weekend. Once my boyfriend heard this, he yelled at me in front of my colleagues, “How could you believe such a cheap lie?! It’s just an excuse for him to pay you for dirty favors! If your mother learned that you got yourself a sugar daddy after graduation, she’d jump off a building!” So, I rejected the president’s offer. Someone told the department manager that my boyfriend and I insulted the president, and he fired us. My boyfriend was really shocked by this. He stayed at my place and loafed around instead of working. When he no longer had any money left, he asked my mother for money. After that, he asked me to sell my organs. After I said no, he knocked me out with chloroform and sent me to an unlicensed clinic. The doctor there did not use the standard procedures, so I died from the pain. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day I met the president. This time, I shouted, “Sir, you look just like my father, even though we are not related at all!”

During the ten years since I was found and brought to my biological family, Sonia Baxter, the girl who took my place, and I have been as close as real sisters. Even Mom says that Sonia cares more about me than a real sister would. I once swore I'd give my life to protect our special family of four. When Sonia is rushed into emergency surgery with a ruptured cerebral aneurysm, I am in my office, calmly practicing a basic suturing technique on a surgical simulator. On the screen, the robotic arm threads the needle with such precision that it looks like a work of art. A few minutes later, my boyfriend, Oliver Lyons, slams open the office door and shouts at me, "Amelia Baxter! Sonia's in critical condition. Only your micro-dissection skills can save her! Every expert in the hospital is waiting for you! We've got less than an hour before the window closes!" He looks at me with hopeful eyes. I'm the only person in the country capable of performing a surgery this complex. My hands are even known as the "Hands of God". However, I simply reply with a hum and continue fiddling with the model. Suddenly, my parents rush in. Mom grabs my arm and cries out, "Amelia! That's your sister in there! How could you just stand by and watch her die?" I gently pull away from her and hold my right hand out in front of them. This hand, which had once created countless medical miracles, is now trembling slightly. "Unfortunately, since yesterday, I've been showing symptoms of essential tremor. Dad, Mom… this hand is ruined."