Novelas y relatos de Scorned

I passed out naked, bloody, and alone but free; after ten years, I was free. I had just done the unthinkable. I completed the rejection ritual marking myself as a mate rejecter, a pariah in my community. I not only rejected my mate but my old pack. My whole identity to that point – was gone. I was now scarred, no longer marked. Now, I carry the black scar created by the silver blade, and I reject the mate made just for me by the goddess. The cursed life of a "Scarred One" is what I must look forward to now. The sense of loss was foreboding. Was what I lost the only cost for my freedom from my mate bond?

In shock she spilled out the drinking water. I immediately stood up in shock and looked at her in disgust. “What the hell, Celine! Why the f*ck did you spilled that water?” I asked, disgusted. “So-sorry, Madame. I did not intend to do that.” She apologize and wipe off the water on my table.

Merak couldn't help tilting her head when she heard this and blinked. She looked innocent, but her words were sarcastic, "Are you sure you are not saying this to yourself?" "I'm sure I'm talking to you!" Bark Scorpion pursed his lips and looked at Merak's face unscrupulously, "It would be a pity if a beautiful girl like you dies at such a young age." Merak sneered, "You ugly bastard, if you die, it wouldn't be a pity at all." When Bark Scorpion heard this, hostility suddenly appeared in his eyes, and his smile became even more terrifying.

The scorn replace by a sneered, and said, “You can't be a fool, of course. But are you certain you aren't wasted your time, stupid bitch?” “So I'm stupid now,” she smirk, “not just a plain bitch, huh, Agtha?” “You dare call me the name you stain, you bitch!” Agtha is shaken, her voice deadly serious and disusted. “Are you disgusted?” “You think I'm a stone after you stain my name?” “I just stained it,” the weary reply, “so what? Are you put it to heart? Move on, Agtha!” Agtha smiled the bitterness in her heart before pushing it aside. She incircled the glowing darkness with a white mist this whole time. And scan with fierce eyes the glowing darkness, yet the traces of the bitch is nowhere to

’ “Nerd.” ‘Dirty slut!’ ‘Who the hell is she?’ ‘Did Scott cheat on his fiancee?’ ‘Bloody whore!’ ‘Such crap!’ “What a geek she is!” I kept scrolling down and read everything that Scott’s fans had written. They were mean and cruel. “Just leave it!” Conan snatched my phone from my hand and flew it across the room. I let out a sharp breath. My entire body was shaking with anxiety. “It…” my voice broke as I was unable to hold my tears back. “Who did this?”

The one who feels compelled to respond is indeed the shameless one. Grace fumed, losing all composure. She jabbed a finger at Scarlett, her voice rising to a shrill pitch. "You're the one using your looks to trap wealthy men!" Scarlett looked at Grace innocently. "Indeed, I'm using my beauty to win a wealthy man. And guess what? I've caught the best one." She nuzzled Frederick's shoulder with exaggerated affection. June watched their interaction, a pang of sadness in her heart. Grace was unable to counter Scarlett's deceptively innocent facade. She spat, "Damn! A shameless vixen, all beauty but no brains."

she scoffed again, as if unable to believe the incredulity of it the more she thought of it. Being called ridiculous names over again by the same woman stung so much unto her bones, but Skylar bit her lower lips so hard to force herself not to react, having envisaged something of such coming soon. She just didn't know it would hurt so much to be publicly disgraced and now privately again.

My body still paralyzed from neck down as if it’s being controlled by somebody else. He groaned, but I refuse to meet him in the eye as he circles my body like a damn vulture. “You’ve been playing with mice, I see,” he whispers, breathing in my scent as he dips his head into my neck. My brow cocked and lip twitched at the name he used to refer to those women. “How could you?” I choked out, unable to dissolve the image of Scar’s bloody, mangled back in my head. You can almost mistake it as a huge meat piece hanging in a butcher’s shop.

But Hazel's wrath was far from over. "I'm sorry to inform you that your efforts will be in vain. I'll take everything you collected from me, every shred of happiness, every scrap of dignity. And I'll make you regret taking them from me. Oh, so thoroughly." Her voice was a promise, a vow of retribution. Her gaze flicked to Ethan, her eyes lingering on him with a hint of scorn. "Well, except for this hegoat, of course. He's not worth my time." The jab was a precision strike, aimed squarely at Ethan's ego.

she purred, her voice dripping with venom. Her eyes blazed with hatred, fueling my fear. I felt a chill run down my spine as Calantha's gaze was over me. Calantha's presence was a stark reminder of Thane's rejection. Her beauty and poise only highlighted my own vulnerability. I was already feeling like a fragile, broken thing. "You're weak, pathetic. Unworthy of Thane. You shouldn’t be here," Calantha sneered. Her words cut deep, and I flinched. Tears welled in my eyes as I thought of the perfect witty comeback for her, but I swallowed.