Shiny Clefairy

The white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small,shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her,as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes,it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her. She took out an envelope containing different photos of different people in it,she stared at the image with a mixture of rage and disgust. “Revenge!!!“ She yelled as she fell to the ground crying” “I'll not sleep,I'll not rest until you all are dead!!”

They called me a gold digger. A barren fool. A street rat in designer heels. For three years, I played the perfect wife to an aging, cheating husband. I bit my tongue through their cruel snickers, desperate to earn a place in a family that never wanted me. I endured everything—humiliation, betrayal, loneliness—all for a child that never came. But when my arrogant stepdaughter brought home her shiny new fiancé that fateful evening, fate handed me a new game to play. This time, I wasn’t begging to belong. This time, I was ready to burn it all down—with a smile on my face.

When your ex-husband, who broke your heart and shattered your soul six years ago, organizes a gala party, you have no choice but to get yourself involved. After all, you’re now a made woman, a CEO in your own right, of a green food company. So you return to his company, powerful and stunning, and you shock him to his very core with your appearance on his board. But you are shocked too, because you realize you’re still attracted to him. Even more strongly than when you were married to him. And that’s a problem, because he’s engaged to the new shiny lady on the block. They say you can’t eat your cake and have it, but what if you can?

I used to be that girl in the mafia—envied, untouchable. Orlando Leone, the big bad Don everyone feared, had eyes only for me. I took a bullet for him. After that? People whispered I couldn't have kids. He tried to shut them up by knocking me up—ninety-nine tries. Try number ten? His shiny new secretary texted, all confused over a decimal. He bailed on me. By thirty, she crashed his sports car while shopping. Claimed she couldn't park. I was left freezing in a bathtub. He said he loved me, but when it counted, he always picked the girl who played dumb and helpless. That's when it hit me—his love was never really mine. And by the time I disappeared for real, he lost his mind looking. Too bad. Me and that promise? Already buried at sea.

*Book 1 of the FATED Series* (Completed- but editing) When the shiny sun touched Ava Kings skin, something very powerful shifted in her. Her perfected controlling life changed in a blink. She became different Prophecy foretold her being the one to save the doom that is to arise. Destiny played a role when the savior is fated to the doom. Something seems off, and off is what makes a destiny, a destiny. __________________ “I can smell you mate, and all I want is your blood.” The same deep scary voice have been hearing since said again, and this time dominance presence in his voice. Increasing my tensed heartbeat and making me more scared. “Who are you and what’s mate?….” My voice whimpered a reply, my whole body trembling under my blanket. Book 2- coming out towards year end!

In my last life, my sister and I got adopted into two very different worlds. My mom? The "cool" type. Let me perm my hair in elementary school, signed off on a nose job in middle school, and shoved me toward one of Northport's richest heirs right after college. Ella's mom? Hardcore strict. Pulled her out of a fling with some delinquent and married her off to a quiet professor with a just-decent paycheck. Ella hated it. Wanted my life so bad. So when I ended up in the hospital pregnant, she used her shiny doctor title to kill me—and my baby. Then boom—I woke up, and we were back to adoption day. This time, she dove for the mom she thought handed me the dream. What she didn't know? That "cool mom" she worshipped was straight-up a monster.

Chase Grimm's aide-de-camp sent me a screenshot of an Instagram Live status. Guess who it came from. His new secretary. She was showing off a meticulously prepared lunch from a lunchbox. My handiwork, no less. I made it for him. The caption read: [He's a dark, cold CEO… and a shiny knight who saved a hungry princess with a gastric problem from eating mac 'n' cheese again!] Chase almost never posted on Instagram. Yet there he was, sharing a photo of a cup of ridiculously spicy mac 'n' cheese, captioned: [I have missed this.] The nerve of this prick. Then my mother-in-law sent an entirely unsolicited text: [What the heck were you doing?! You're supposed to make him a proper lunch! He can't stand spicy food!] After all that, I decided to call a supermarket. "Hi! I'd like to order 100 cups of instant super-spicy mac 'n' cheese and have them delivered to Grimm Co. Please and thank you." "Ain't I generous?"

A night of being drunk had gotten her entangled with the most desired bachelor. The handsome sexy Chris Evans. Ivy had only planned to have fun but After that night, she had become his. Chris Evans had come knocking on her door, claiming she belongs to him. She couldn't believe she had been drawn into the world of the elite in the country. Chris was born with a silver spoon but at 27, he had upgraded to a shiny golden spoon. He was a big name in the world of the rich. The world of the highest and richest. On that list, he was number one. No one comes close to him. Chris had lost his control for the first time in his life and that was because of a drunk girl in a red gown. That had never happened which means, she belonged to him and no one else. He had to have her at all costs and that meant, taking her... What would happen when she jumps into a relationship faster than she had planned and the attraction keeps getting stronger? How would they control the urge?

When I went to buy a new house, all I found was crumpled newspaper where my savings should've been. I almost called the cops—until I found out Tony Jarrett, my own husband, had blown seven years of my hard-earned cash on a shiny new motorcycle. For Pauline Schmidt. His ex. I asked why. He just shrugged. "She's a single mom. Life's tough. This way, she won't have to walk so much." I wanted to scream, but I swallowed it down. Made him at least get an IOU from her. While I was busy sourcing stuff for the factory, a flood warning hit our town. And Tony? Out buying toy cars with Pauline and her kid. Our son was home alone, trying to stay above water. I was back. Like life hit rewind and dropped me into that exact day. The day he gave her the motorcycle. I saw them—laughing, tight, like their own little picture-perfect family. But I didn't cry this time. Didn't beg. Just turned and walked off.

I was getting married—but I didn't tell my parents. It was my fifth wedding. The last four? Total disasters, thanks to them. Every time, they claimed something was "wrong" with the wedding car and somehow scared the guy off. First was my college boyfriend. We were solid—four years strong. My parents pushed for marriage... then ditched the idea on the big day because his car wasn't "fancy" enough. Second groom? My boss. He pulled up in a shiny new car they actually approved—until they didn't. Yanked me right out. Third time, they set me up with someone themselves. The guy brought ten cars to play it safe. Didn't matter. They shut it down before I even stepped outside. Fourth time? Same story. I kept wondering—what was so cursed about these cars? Why push me to get married, only to destroy it every single time? This year, I was trying again. Wedding number five. This time, I was pregnant—with the son of the country's richest man. I didn't tell my parents. Thought I'd finally outsmarted them. But just as I was about to get in the car... I saw them sprinting toward me.