Sculpture In Relief

She is a normal human, who lives her life with its flow though she didn't enjoy it as much, she was happy with what she had. It was all until she met an extremely handsome greek god like man, Oops a statue. what is happening around her and why does it happens, and just after she met him? now she is confused of her identity. and well, is it wrong for her to fall in love with that statue man?

WARNING ️ RATED 18+ VIOLENCE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT “I killed the Alpha. My mate. My son’s father. And I would do it again if I had to.” ----- My father was a powerful Vampire, my mother a rogue wolf...my blood tainted. Not only was I not fully part of both worlds, I was seen as an abomination. I grew up as an abomination. Hated by both sides. But everything changed when I met Alpha Maverick. He showed me kindness, gave me a home, made me feel like I belonged for the first time in my entire existence. But sometimes the worst monsters... Are the ones who smile first. I survived cruelty. I endured torture. But when he came for my son.... I ended it all.

I die in the basement after being burned by acid. My family doesn't recognize me, and they don't call the cops. My mother picks up the scalpel that hasn't been used in years and debones me. My father excitedly mixes my skeleton with concrete and turns me into an exquisite statue. My sister uses the sculpture she's made out of my flesh and portrays herself as a genius sculptor whom everyone admires. Later, the sculpture is shattered, revealing half a broken finger inside. That's when everyone panics.

My husband, Joaquin Landon, is a renowned wax sculptor. He hangs up on me when I call him to save my life so he can focus on the wax sculpture his cousin wants. Amphetamine is injected into my system, so my mind is clear as I watch my nails get removed one by one. Every inch of my skin is covered in burning hot wax. My hair and lashes are plucked off, and my organs are ground. Steel pipes are inserted into my legs, and I'm turned into a wax sculpture. Joaquin sees me during an exhibition. His colleague tells him that the wax sculpture he sees looks eerily like me, but he merely looks disgusted. "All she does is cause trouble and act unreasonably. She's better off dead." What he doesn't know is that I already am. Joaquin doesn't recognize that I'm the wax sculpture before him.

Meet with Edmund Bryan. The hottest CEO, handsome as a sculpture of a Greek god, the bastard with all the charm he had, made all the girls to their knees and willing to undress, under Edmund's might. Due to her carelessness, Emerald had to replace $500,000 worth of money for dropping Edmund's expensive antique jar that made Emerald became Edmund's slave, return all the debts that she would not be able to replace even for her lifetime. Until Emerald finds out all the secrets behind Edmund's harsh temper.

“Andreeeee!” Her voice came out pleading this time. She wanted relief but she was almost certain she wasn’t going to get it anytime soon. She wanted all he could give and more. She wanted more than what he could give.

In need of funds to settle her mother's hospital bills, Cassie Raymond finds herself in an arranged union with the enigmatic Anderson Klein. It's a win-win — she gets financial relief, he gets a wife. But as Cassie navigates this peculiar marriage, secrets unravel, identities shift, and unexpected twists emerge. Would Cassie's journey in this unconventional union steer towards love, or will it lead to unforeseen consequences?

When Rachel found out that she is mated to her old enemy, she was asked to forgive him for the benefit of the old pack. She needs to think if the whole pack is Worthy of her forgiveness to her mate. "I think I can give you a chance". I said quietly, and he sighed in relief, he took my hands off his face and kissed my palm before placing it on his chest. " Are you sure?". He asked hopefully.

As the only princess of the vampire race, many cast a doubtful look, regarded her with ridicule, and called her a fake. She wasn't bothered. In this world, nothing matter more than a power that came from oneself. Irene Hildegard came from a bloody place, with a power stronger than many races. She wanted to seek the truth of her mother's death, fight many battles, beat her presumptuous brothers, and in between, maybe take the responsibility of a certain powerful demonic lycan. *** They started as enemies. When the two met, sparks of fire would collide. Irene couldn't help but wonder, when did this lycan werewolf start getting possessive? His face was like a sculpture, without any blemishes. The masculine aura had a hint of evilness, carrying a poppy-like attraction. His deep voice was pleasing to the ears. "In this world, none would be more compatible with each other besides mates. It is not just for a lifetime, as long as a soul exists, the other would too. So, Rose, you know that the purpose of my existence is because of you."

He speaks out and fights for the rights of the people. But for himself he could not do that. Afraid of what people might say. A Harsh Childhood welcomed him. A man who could not make his own path to success without his concept ... became a selfless one. Stress relief is pretty good. But when someone crashed his sinful and ravishing lips onto his it was like he was at his brink. The feeling that its consequences made his heart beat faster then made it stronger. And that's how he felt his, Desires to Adrenaline