Scarred: A Never After Novel Novels & Stories

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"I, Nikolai Kensington, will make you so rich, you'll walk on money. I'll place you above your enemies and make them worship at your feet. You'll no longer be known as the timid Adira, but you'll become known as one of the most powerful women in the country." Those were the words that changed Adira's life forever. Adira Ravenswood was heartbroken when Lancelot divorced her to be with his second lover. They had been friends from childhood, so she had loved him so dearly and didn't know how to move on without him. While Lancelot was from a very rich home, Adira was very poor, and she felt that was part of the reasons he had quit the marriage. Everyone ridiculed her, Lancelot's mother froze her accounts so she couldn't have access to the money she had gotten from him. Adira's own family mocked and looked down on her. They said she could never amount to anything. Adira was broken and dejected and was at the verge of taking her life when the most powerful, but cold-hearted man in the country showed up and offered her a juicy proposal - one that would make her trample on every single person that's ever hurt her. But it came with a condition - a condition that was very easy, yet so difficult.

I’d just bonded with my mate, Alpha Damien, when he brought home an orphan to repay a “life debt.” From that day on, I came second to the girl, Lila. Always. Lila framed me, claiming I forced her to lose control of her wolf. For that, Damien locked me in the silver cells for three days and three nights. "The silver will teach you how to be a tolerant Luna!" Silver poisoning is torture. My wolf withered. I begged for mercy, drowning in agony. Lila just snuggled up to him, her voice dripping with fake concern. "Serena is your mate, after all. When she's in pain, you're in pain. It hurts me to see you suffer." Later, to make Lila happy, Damien publicly gave my seat on the Pack Council to her—a girl who knew nothing. This time, I said nothing. I just severed our mate bond. Days later, while he was writhing in the agony of our broken bond, he finally heard the news. I had joined the royal’s elite unit, The Talons. And I was never coming back. He shattered.

After the great war between humans, vampires, werewolves, and elves, an agreement was made that hybrid offspring would rule the world. Every century, alliances through marriage between humans and those three clans would decide the next ruler. Whoever bore the first hybrid child would claim power for their line. In my previous life, I chose to marry Jax, the eldest son of the werewolf pack, known for his fierce loyalty. I gave birth to our hybrid son, a white-furred pup we named Zeal. Our child became the next world ruler, and Jax gained immense power. My sister had lusted after the elves' beauty and married into their clan. But the elf prince slept with every female in the forest. In the end, my sister caught a disease that left her barren. Jealous and bitter, she set a fire that burned me and my young pup alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the racial alliances. My sister had already slept with Jax first. I knew she had been reborn too. But she didn't know that Jax was brutally savage with his mates, having torn countless she-wolves apart in his bed during his ruts.

“Some people walk into your life quietly, yet some ruin you without even trying to.” Isabella Young, a twenty-five-year-old woman, comes back to New York to rebuild her life. Her agenda is clear: find a job, get an apartment, get married. It all seems easy enough until she finds herself in the worst position of her life, with no job, no apartment, no partner, and running low on her resources. Prideful Isabella doesn’t ask for help or pity. She believes she will stay single forever. But fate is ruthless in her timing. Because when she least expects it, she meets him. Damian Sinclair, a thirty-two-year-old man, bound by duty, loyalty, and control. He knows what he must do: find a suitable match, get married, and have an heir. A son to carry the family name. Until he sees her. The timing is wrong. Circumstances are worse. Connections are inconvenient. Will either of them be able to resist the temptation and continue their lives as if the other never existed or will they risk everything for something neither was supposed to have?

On my wedding day, my fiancée's adopted younger brother, Jason Sanders, suddenly stood up to toast us as we were exchanging rings. "The first toast is for my sister. She gave herself to me last night so that I wouldn't feel insecure, making me her first man." After he said that, he kissed my fiancée, ignoring the strange looks from everyone. "The second toast is for my brother-in-law. Don't be fooled by my sister's usual aloof demeanor around you; she's actually very passionate in bed. Even though you're impotent, you've still struck gold." My fiancée, Wendy Sanders, covered his mouth in a hurry and tried to laugh it off. "He’s just rambling because he's drunk. Just ignore him." But Jason broke free from Wendy and looked at me challengingly. "The third toast is for everyone. Since Wendy is getting married today, I would like to personally put the ring on her finger. I'm sure no one has any objections, right?"

In the tenth year of my marriage to a genius pianist, I came down with a strange illness. A month ago, my husband missed my birthday party to care for his ailing sister-in-law. Night after night, I had waited for him to return home. But that night I forgot to wait at all and went to bed early. Half a month ago, he attended an important performance with his sister-in-law. I had always been petty and prone to jealousy, yet this time I didn't get angry. I simply went home in silence. Three days ago, I fell seriously ill with a burning fever. My husband rushed back from out of town in a panic—but only to tend to his sister-in-law, whose hand had been scalded. When we ran into each other at the hospital, I was strangely calm. I, who used to be fiercely jealous, felt nothing at all. I forgot the promise we had made to grow old together. I even forgot how he once fretted over me for days when I'd scraped a bit of skin. It wasn't until he said he wanted to bring his sister-in-law home and take care of her for the rest of his life that I—my memories riddled with holes—summoned the system at last. "I want to go home."

Antonia Finn doesn't wish for much, just for one thing, her Husband's love. Yet it seems that love will never be hers no matter how much she tries. Humiliated and betrayed by the man she has loved for three years; Antonia makes a decision. She's going to divorce him and go start her life elsewhere. But too many things are left in the shadows unsolved, and Antonia is right in the middle of all of it. What really is her true identity? Is she just destined to be the divorced wife of a billionaire or is she more than that? How will the world react when she becomes the woman she's always dreamt she'd be? And Malachi, who won't let her go yet wants her back for all the wrong reasons, will he ever change and become a man she can love, or will she have to take the very enticing option that's presented itself to her?

“Marry me, Katleah. Be my wife.” Words that suddenly changed the course of her world. She was being proposed to by Marco De la Vega, the most handsome man who owned numerous hotels and airlines across the Philippines. But the marriage he offered came with a contract that they were forbidden to love each other. It was hard for her to accept such an offer. What if she failed? What if she ended up falling for him? Yet, despite her doubts, she still accepted. For three years, their life as husband and wife was never easy. In secret, she endured the humiliation from his family because she had already learned to love him. But how long could she bear it? What if, in their marriage, she was the only one in love? Would she insist on sacrificing what was left of her dignity, just for the sake of her love? She thought he had also come to love her after the many joyful nights they shared. But she was wrong because Marco wanted to end their marriage. And though her heart was breaking into pieces, she had to accept that they were never meant to be. After signing the divorce papers, she flew to America with her real family. Seven years later, aboard a private plane, she returned as a top surgeon, a billionaire’s heiress, and a loving mother to two beautiful six-year-old twins. Be ready for her final retribution...

Our blood-oath ceremony was on the horizon. But my fated mate, Darius, told me he had to forge a blood bond with another woman. Livia. He claimed her life force was unraveling. That without his blood, she would fade to nothing. I fought him. But the next day, he moved Livia directly into the Prince's Chambers in the Coven’s castle. That was the suite reserved for the future Prince’s mate. My suite. He tried to soothe me, sinking to his knees, his crimson eyes pleading. “Once she’s stable, I swear I’ll break the bond. You are my only eternity. You always will be.” But then Livia found me. She showed me the fresh, golden mark on her wrist—the symbol of an Eternal Bond. They had already completed the sacred rite. Long before Darius ever confessed to me. My heart shattered to ash. I dragged my nail across the calendar, carving a vicious X over the date that was supposed to be our blood-oath ceremony. Then I opened the encrypted message from the Vienna Coven Academy. “I accept. I’ll leave on the day of our ceremony.”