Sinopsis She Was Pretty

I woke up to the morning sun shining dimly into my room, directly into my face. The feeling of a rough hand resting lightly on my stomach, I turn over and my eyes widen with shock. How the hell did my Chief end up in my bed? What did I do last night? I tried my hardest to remember what all went down at the mandatory command picnic… I remember going out to a bar outside of base. I remember dancing, after running into a friend from my previous command, that left a year after I got there, because she got transferred to a new command. I remember her buying me shots, to celebrate our reunion and working together again. But then everything went blank….

Just before her husband and son have her locked in a psychiatric ward, Nora Yates wakes up—reborn, wide awake, and done playing nice. Two men who never truly loved her? Who used and discarded her? Fine. She’s cutting them out for good. When she signs the divorce papers and walks away, the world cheers—including the internet. Oddly, the only one upset is her adoptive sister, the mistress. “Come on, Nora,” she pouts. “I only borrowed your husband and son for my birthday. Was that really worth all this drama?” “You’re lucky to have a husband and son like that. You should count your blessings.” Nora lets out a sharp laugh. “Then consider this ‘blessing’ my personal gift to you. After all, trash belongs in the dumpster.” She walks off without a second glance—glowing, untouchable, and ready to run the world. Soon, her business is booming. Suitors line up. The woman they tried to destroy becomes the woman everyone wants to be. Years later, now a titan in her field, she sits down for a high-profile interview. “Ms. Yates,” the reporter asks, “it’s rumored that Mr. Luther, CEO of Luther Corp, is your ex-husband. Do you still keep in touch?” Nora smiles politely. “Sorry. I’m a widow with no children.” Then she turns to the camera, smiles straight through the lens—at the ex-husband and son losing their minds behind the scenes—and adds, “Just remarried. Baby girl on the way.”

EXCERPT. "What makes you think, I need to be repaid?" He asked and I went quiet wondering if I was insane for stopping him. "Well, you saved me," I told him and he stared deeply at me. "You will know then, and I also hope when the time comes, you will remember all you have said now". He added before proceeding with his movement. ********************************************** Acapella Williams. A girl who has an open mind is judged by the world because of her imperfections. Unfortunately, she finds herself entangled with the deadly man in the world. A man rumored to be the devil, who wears a gold mask with a skull diagram drawn on it. Mysterious, dangerous, tempting, alluring. He is all of these. Little Acapella finds herself torn between a world of hers and a world of his, especially when she finds out that her entire life was a lie. It is also discovered that her entire life was somehow linked to this same mysterious devil. Then she tries to flee, but the same devil is already obsessed with her. Now, will she succeed in her quest for freedom, or will she succumb to the darkness of this devil?

# Book 2 of the Dark Desires Series His eyes wander on my body and his eyes narrow when he notices the cane marks on my body. “Who the fuck did this to you?” He demands, his tone dangerous as my heart begins to this loudly. “I… I…” “Tell me, Milochka. Who's the bastard that dared to lay his hands on you?” I gulp nervously. It's my husband. ….. Viktor Ivanov is guilty of sleeping with his daughter's nanny, and Milana is trapped in a living nightmare as she is forced to spy on Viktor, a powerful member of the Bratva, by her abusive husband. But the more she learns about Viktor, the more she's drawn to his darkness and the way he loves his daughter. As she navigates the treacherous world of the Russian mafia, she must confront the secrets of her past and the lies that bind her to her husband. Can she find a way to escape, or will she become the Bratva's next victim?

Every tear I shed feeds his ego. Every whimper, his pride. Every bruise he leaves behind, his silent claim over me. He takes me cold. Leaves me ruined. And I wait - quiet, breathless, for the next time he comes back to break me again. He thinks he has me in the palm of his hand. Thinks I’m nothing without him. A fragile wife, meek, obedient. A weakness he never needed. I let him believe it. I never tried to break the illusion. As long as I have his hands on me, As long as his shadows reach for me, That’s enough. But in the dark, daggers roam. And with every sound my heels make, they fall. He still thinks I’m glass, But he hasn’t heard me shatter.

Adrian Rossi, the crown prince of Seat of Rossi would do anything his daughter asked him to do. And when she asked him to hire Camila Smith as her nanny, everything changed. She was able to break through his ice cold heart and make his numb heart love a woman again. But everything changed when the biggest secret even she didn't know about came out.

“An invisible thread connects those who are destined to meet. Regardless of the time, place, or any circumstances. The thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break.” - Ancient Chinese Proverbs A story of best friends who later became lovers. Both dreamed of achieving the desired success. Planned to build a happy family, unfortunately it failed because an accident happened that would change the course of their lives. They were dead but their soul were awaken. Trying to find their way home. Their souls were resurrected in other people's bodies. Will they meet again? Will their paths ever meet? Will they be able to recognize each other in a body they do not own? Will their plan to have a family of their own come true?

Two years ago, as a graduate of Werewolf Medical School, I volunteered to go to the most remote and poorest pack, as it had always been my dream to help werewolf patients in need. I heard from my teacher that the werewolves in the Rogue Pack were the poorest and that their living conditions were the worst. Most of the werewolves there were old and weak, so I volunteered to go to that pack as soon as I graduated. After I arrived, I helped them build an infirmary and even set up a blood station. Every year, I led them in voluntary blood donations. But one time—right after I had taken a short break following a blood donation—they turned on me. They slandered me, calling me a selfish and heartless healer. Worse still, they accused me of faking illness, claiming I was lying comfortably in bed while patients were dying—refusing to lift a finger to save them. Not only that, they stormed into the infirmary, seized all my herbs and equipment, and completely trashed the place I had built for them with my own hands. Recalling the days I had spent day and night healing them—only to see my infirmary destroyed and my dream shattered—I let out a bitter smile. I picked up the phone and called the dean of my home pack. "I'm ready to return," I said. "I want to serve the patients in our own pack." Then, without a trace of regret, I left that place behind. However, after I gave up, the whole pack regretted it and begged me to return.

She spent her life striving to be the perfect Luna for her Alpha husband—sacrificing everything for the pack and his interests, never once saying no. But when her relentless efforts led to her wolf falling ill, and the doctor warned that if it didn’t wake within three months, her life would be forfeit... no one believed her. They thought she was just being dramatic. Now, she’s decided to break free. Before her time runs out, she’ll make sure to confront every person who ever mistreated her—including her husband and his family. They’ll call her crazy. But the once-proud Alpha who stood above her is now chasing after her, begging her not to leave...

I was the real daughter of the Sinclair family, yet I was the one abandoned when their fake daughter and I were kidnapped and taken to the top of a building. They were given a choice between the two of us, and they chose to save the fake daughter, letting me be pushed off from the eighteenth-floor balcony. Even though I survived, I was completely disappointed in them. Then, their attitudes changed overnight. My parents, who despised me, started asking me about my likes and dislikes. My brother who wished me dead, started suddenly giving me precious jewelry. Even my fiancé, who always claimed I was nothing compared to the fake daughter, started to prepare for our wedding. To say I was confused was an understatement.