Tattered Clothes

On the day of Zephyr’s art exhibition, I saw people stand around a portrait of myself. My cheeks were flushed, and I was bare. My posture was the one we used in bed last week for fun. Zephyr even got the mole on my chest right. As people stared at me mockingly, I demanded, “Why did you do this to me?” He was unbothered. “It’s not as if I asked you to sleep with someone else.” But he did let people see how I looked when I was having an intimate moment with my own boyfriend! “It’s just a painting. Why are you being so petty?” I was stunned by the mockery in Zephyr’s gaze. Then, I called my assistant. “I’m attending the international art festival as the organizer.”

On the day of the wedding, my best friend, Elena Hartman, can't bear to part with me, so she threads my wedding shoes with a string and ties them snugly around her slim waist. The groomsmen turn the whole place upside down, and we end up late for the ceremony. She eventually cracks up and tugs at her billowy bridesmaid dress, revealing the outline of the shoes at her waist. "I dare you to come take them. As long as I'm here, she's not getting married!" My fiancé, Miles Lawson, shakes his head and chuckles. "You just love tormenting us, don't you?" Miles exchanges a look with the groomsmen, and they charge at her at the same time. She squeals as she falls back onto the bed, squirming under her layers of tulle. "Don't be so rough! I'm ticklish…" The groomsmen flush bright red. Miles' ears turn scarlet as he feels around her waist. She giggles even louder. "How are you going to undo it through all these layers? Use your head!" Then, she gasped. "That tickles!" Her theatrics make my temper flare. I spring to my feet, lift her skirt, and rip the wedding shoes right off her. "If you're that ticklish, smack yourself with a slipper. Drop the act, or I'll yank out the nerves that make you ticklish!"

On my father’s sixtieth birthday, I was overseas, negotiating an energy contract. I deliberately told my wife to throw a huge banquet for him. That day, I watched the mansion’s security footage with a smile. Unexpectedly, I saw my nine adoptive siblings surrounding an unfamiliar old man. That old man wore my dad’s class ring as he happily pulled my wife onto the stage. “Thank you for coming to my birthday banquet. This is my daughter-in-law, the president of the Viapent Group. She’s the absolute best! She spent three million dollars on this banquet! It’s all thanks to my eldest son for finding such a capable wife.” In one corner, my actual father was in tattered clothes, washing dishes with my son. He accidentally splattered some water. One of the guests kicked him in disgust, causing him to cough up blood. The security footage was cut off. How dare these people mistreat my father and son? I called a special number. “I’m putting a stop to the negotiations. My father and son are being abused back home. I am returning to them now.”

“Strip.” He ordered simply, his eyes boring tentatively, “I'll not give you the liberty of picking up your clothes if you will not do as you're told.” “You married me to get revenge on me!” I spat, angrily. “You are not supposed to have any carnal knowledge of me, I won't let it happen.” He smiled. The same smile that cuts across his lips yet doesn't reach his face. “You want me to have sex with you?” “Isn't that what you mean by stripping?” I asked, confusion boldly written on my face. A loud, dry mocking laugh from him almost made me wish for death. “No wife.” He whispered, standing up from the bed towards me. “I don't want to see any of my properties on you in my house, I want you tattered and extremely void, I want to see what you will do when you're all bare before me.” I stumbled backwards at the hatred in his voice. “I want to see you at your lowest, Now strip!”

She thought she was abandoned by her mother in a forest. There had been a war and she was left all alone, in a forest, with tattered clothes and blood stains, and of course, forgotten memories. She got picked up by a woman and there she fell in love with the woman's son, who later turned out to be her mate in the future. She is Nicole, a lost werewolf. * * * * * Mason Israel Maxson, the ever so handsome Nicole's crush doesn't want anything to do with the little lost girl his mom brought home one fateful day from the forest. He tried avoiding her for years until... her 19th birthday approached and he found out he was her mate, there and then, he rejected her even after knowing what rejecting her would cause her. He butchered her heart to pieces, not leaving a spare left for her. Nicole had just one mission, and that was to make her human mate, Mason, who she had loved so much for 15 years also fall madly in love with her after brutally rejecting to be her mate. But would she be able to succeed in making him fall madly love with her? Or would he keep on rejecting her until she gets tired and surrenders? Read to find out!

Five years ago, Kyra was found bruised and tattered in the woods with only a name tag. She was rescued by the most powerful Alpha in New Orleans. Five years later, she's officially turned into the pack’s maid with the hope of getting her mate and being free from slavery. But when she finally meets her mate, he's not who she expected and she risks the chance of rejection.

"I will take her in exchange," Alpha Dante declared, and the ball room instantly quieted down, and all eyes turned to the said girl. Whispers filled the ballroom, although it was rather useless since everyone could hear them clearly with their heightened senses. Rhea, the object of discussion, stood there in tattered clothes, confused and seemingly lost. She never wanted to draw so much attention to herself, but here she was with everyone's eyes on her because of a single statement from one man. "I am sorry, Alpha Dante, you must be mistaken, that is not my daughter..." Alpha Collins said but was rudely interrupted by Alpha Dante. "She is the one I want,” Alpha Dante said coldly. “Give her to me or forget about our deal.” ***** Born a mix of blood, half vampire, and half werewolf, Rhea was neither considered a werewolf nor a vampire. Just someone who wasn't needed. Someone who shouldn't exist. Someone whose existence was an abomination. Her father's absence in her life and her mother's passing rendered Rhea homeless, nowhere to go, and no one to turn to. She is forced to fend for herself from an early age, serving as a maid in the packhouse despite being hated and scorned by all. Dante, an alpha whose path had always been painted Scarlet, cursed by the moon goddess, walked a lone and bloodied path. He never asked for a mate and never wanted one after all. He was cursed by the very entity their race worships. He never thought he needed one until he met her. For the first time, he felt his heart waver, his silent beast stirred in the presence of another and definitely not out of hostility.

"now I can finally fly just as I've always dreamed.” Bethany have always been treated as a piece of tattered clothing, a second hand piece of clothing by the those who were meant to be protect and love her. Tessy, the only person who seemed to love her was snatched away from her almost immediately after she came into her life. Now she has to battle with both depression and addiction. Brendan didn’t really care about his status in the society, his nonchalance drove his father to turn his back in him, now he has to battle with finding himself again. Neither of them (Bethany and Brendan) were willing to find love, they cared less about it. Unfortunately, finding love is inevitable.

After running into something she shouldn't have, Clare finds out that she is not who she thinks she is. But then, who is she?. Join Clare on a journey of finding her true self. The Magna Poen of the Endowed: Golden for the birth of crown Red for bringing up the dawn Niveus for the day of rebirth Blue to bring the magic down White for when one is wilted down Scarlet when the hunt is back again Silver blades rise on victory march Love will patch our tattered hearts Smoke on the summon of spirits you choose Black coffins when endowed are buried down Happiness when the lost returns No forbearance for the illicit affairs Lapis Patera when the pure blades rise Nigros for slaughter of the demonic souls Taç for the pure and just reign.

Sarah Genard – Karli Anders’ best friend and fellow blogger. Three years earlier, she made a rash decision that left her with a tattered heart. While she acts like her life is going exactly as she planned it, she secretly longs to reconnect with that one special man, someone she genuinely loved - not just in body, but also in mind, heart, and soul. Tim Fresco - Jordan Baker’s friend and co-worker who has sworn off women after a runaway bride left him standing alone and emotionally gutted at the altar. The mere thought of Sarah Genard both intrigues and terrifies him. Only he can decide whether to let fear keep him lonely or follow his heart and reach out for her - again.