روايات وقصص ضمن See What I've Done Book

She had gotten used to being alone, being hidden from the world, but then he came out of nowhere and nothing was the same anymore. He was the first, to let his gaze linger on her, longer than necessary. She tried to ignore him, as much as possible, but he seemed to be everywhere, she was, making it hard, For her. He claimed her as his Partnef in Crime, before she could utter the word, ' no.'

Whitney. 28 years old. Hopeless romantic. Book worm. Whitney has never been the type to party. She would rather sit at home with a good book and read. Her parents left her a fortune when they passed away a few years ago so she has no need to work. The one night her friends , Jeniffer and Kassie, talk her into going out to a new club that had just opened up, she is bumped into my the club owner, Ethan. There is so much tension between the two of them. Ethan is a playboy who only wants sex. He doesn't do relationships. Whitney doesn't do relationships or sex. The two of them are at a game of who will give in first. Will he give into her and beg her for the attention he wants or will she give in to his pretty boy charm and give him exactly what he wants?

On the day I married the most feared woman in the underworld, words suddenly appeared before my eyes. [Marry her and you're dead! She's actually in love with your stepfather. This whole thing is a trap to make him swoop in and steal the bride! [Run now while you still can. Otherwise, she'll auction off your virginity tonight in front of everyone and let her rich girlfriends have their turn with you! [Three days from now, after she's had you beaten within an inch of your life, she'll tell everyone you died of a sudden illness and dump your body in the outskirts for the wolves!] Last time around, I bolted the moment I saw those messages. That was a mistake. I got grabbed by Yvette Sinclair's enemies and brutalized. Meanwhile, my stepfather took my place in the wedding car and became the crime boss's pampered husband. After narrowly escaping death and finally making it home, he was already standing in the doorway with tears in his eyes. "I know you hate me," he said, "but why did you knock me out and throw me into another woman's bed?" My mother didn't even let me explain. She said I had humiliated the family, and she threw me out without a second thought. Told everyone she'd never had a son like me. My sister, the one who had always doted on me, stood there and watched me burn alive. Then she locked the door and walked away. It wasn't until after I died that I found out the truth. My stepfather had written those messages himself. Then I opened my eyes again, and I was back to the day of the wedding. The same words were already floating in front of me. I watched my stepfather fuss over my tie with a warm, satisfied look on his face. I grabbed the kettle and poured boiling water all over him. This time, I was going to give him a taste of his own medicine!

Entering a one-sided love isn't easy, especially if the relationship you have is only for a business. "Why do you have to be alive?" My lips loosened up as I sensed the bitterness in his voice. It is as if he hates my existence so much that he has to do something for me to be gone already. "Why do you even need to be existed in this fucking world if you're just going to ruin my life!" Ciara Hilvano is an innocent and martyr wife who always gets violated by her husband and makes her feel that she's an unwanted wife. This guy really doesn't have any idea that the girl he was hurting and almost killed everyday was secretly suffering from the cancer in heart. The time came when Ciara's life was in big trouble. She almost died because someone tried to end her life. What if Ciara can no longer cope with the challenges and trials in her life? What if she just let her own death fetch her? Will Tyron regret all the things he did to Ciara? What if she dies? Will he cry?

On the night of the full moon, my fated mate, Alpha Chase Howler of the Redstone Pack, rejects me right in front of everyone. He has one arm slung around my best friend, Bella Hooks. "Daisy, you're too much of a traditionalist, not to mention you're very domineering. Bella, on the other hand, is very understanding and docile. She's the one who's meant to be my Luna." I try to explain to Chase that this is the Moon Goddess' arrangement for us. Yet, Bella clutches her chest before collapsing into Chase's arms, her eyes already reddened. "Daisy, I'm not a powerful healer like you. I know that I'm far too useless. If my death allows you to be with Chase, then I shall die right now." Chase is heartbroken, to say the least. He forcibly rejects our bond, completely disregarding the fact that we've been together for years. When I spit out some blood and collapse to the ground, Chase doesn't even bother glancing at me. Instead, he busies himself in comforting Bella, who has suffered from shock. As my punishment for making Bella sad, Chase decides to make me kneel before the altar until I'm willing to admit my mistakes. "You can only get up to your feet when you decide to apologize to Bella." I end up kneeling before the altar for three days and three nights before finally collapsing into a dead faint. When I stir awake once again, two mating marks have occupied my neck. I see the Alpha twins, Kyle and Ryan Grayback, standing in front of me. Legend has it that they are the violent and bloodthirsty rulers of the Snowlight Pack in the north. Later on, Chase begins regretting his decision to reject me like mad. He relentlessly pleads with me to give him another chance. But my mates are quick to refute, "How dare you ogle our Luna, you filthy mongrel!"

"Mommy, We brought you a husband, for real this time." Miles and Maya speaks, pulling her hand. She her eyes and follows them outside, prepared to apologize but as soon as she sees him standing on her doorstep, time freezes and she becomes too speechless to say anything. He takes one step forward and smirks. "Five years and your children found me." * Mikayla Anderson loses everything in one single party. Who would have thought that the closest ones are the most venomous? Well, she learnt the hard way. For five years, she lived in exile until one day when the appearance of that man on her doorstep turned everything upside down. The serene world she created came shattering at her feet and suddenly it was time to stand up and stop hiding. Time to be the Villainness for her children and the man that she seems to be falling head over heels for. Oh, she will be a bad woman to keep everything she deserves, and now, the man she wants... She will sacrifice them all!

* "Marry Me! Stranger." I shout for the whole hall to hear and I pull him in for a deep kiss to the loud gasp of my supposed adopted parents at their first daughter's wedding. What is she doing?! Master cannot be kissed by just anybody! He'll have allergic reactions almost killing him! But what is he doing? He's holding her waist and pulling her further and kissing her back! * Samantha Stiles, denied of her marriage to her long time lover and boyfriend by a well planned and executed scheme by her mother and sister who claims to the world she is adopted, but a fact which remains unknown whether it's a lie or truth. Claude Whyte, a mega trillionaire who recently came to New York to attend an acquaintances wedding but a series of events which include a nightstand and a public proposal is making him stay back. For someone who can't kiss or touch just anybody, he seems quite comfortable with that cheeky woman kissing him in the public.

Kaelan noticed I hadn't filed a single medical or living expense request in the pack’s resource channel for a week. He must have thought I’d finally kicked my greedy human habits. At dinner, he tossed a black card at me. It cut a cold arc through the air, landing beside my plate. “Your father’s treatment for next month. The wolf gene serum, the lab fees—it’s all approved.” His voice was pure Alpha command. An order, not a suggestion. “Bringing you and your father here was a risk. I fought the Elders for you. You are my mate. Stop begging for pack funds like a common stray. It’s a bad look.” He didn’t know my fingers were ice-cold when I picked up the card. The papers to sever our mate bond were already signed. So was my will. The hoodie I wore when I left was a faded thing he’d tossed at me three years ago. No one would believe it. The fated mate of an Alpha who ran a corporate empire… had to send a photo of a $10 painkiller receipt to a Beta assistant for approval. All because he thought a fragile human like me was a leech who couldn’t be trusted with cash. But a week ago, when my father’s lupus caused his organs to fail, I needed $50,000. He needed a dose of pure gene repair serum, synthesized in the pack’s high-tech med-bay. I begged him on my knees. His childhood friend, Seraphina, just laughed. She froze my request, saying she was helping me break my bad habit of “cashing in on my mate status.” Kaelan never knew I endured that humiliation just so my father could stay alive in his top-tier medical lab. Now, my father was dead. The medicine was cut off, and his ashes were already in the ground. I didn’t need to be his obedient little pet anymore.

Perhaps out of mercy, Debra found herself reborn before all the tragedies—before her husband Juan drained her last bit of value and let her died miserably in childbirth on the operating table. In her last life, Debra discarded her noble status and tried everything to please Juan after marriage, groveling for his affection. Everyone in Seamar City knew that Juan's beloved was Shelia, while Debra was unfavored. In this life, Debra was determined to leave Juan. Unexpectedly, after their divorce, the husband who once despised her made a complete 180. But so what? Faced with his desperate plea for reconciliation, Debra turned around and threw herself into the arms of his archenemy. "Do you have anything to say to my ex, new love?" she asked the man standing by her side. Marion smiled with a powerful protective aura, "He can wish us a happy marriage."

For eight years I cooked, cleaned, and raised another woman's pup while my husband drove two hours every weekend to stroke her hair. For eight years I smiled through pack meetings, swallowed my tears in empty hallways, and told myself this was what it meant to be a good Luna. Then I lost our pups. Alone. On a hospital bed. While he was posting photos at a festival with her. That was the last thing I did for free. My name is Leah Hargrove. I was never his Luna. I was his maid. And I am finally done.