Novel & Cerita The 100 Fanfiction

On the night of our third anniversary, Killian missed dinner again. Texted me he was working late at the auto shop. I looked at the $5.90 clearance cake on the table. I'd fought a crowd at the grocery store to buy it. I swallowed the bitter lump in my throat. We need to save for a real house in Brooklyn, I told myself. I put the cake in the fridge. I wrapped my cheap coat tight and walked into the cold to deliver late-night takeout for extra cash. I never expected to run into my "poor" husband at a luxury hotel in Manhattan. He stepped out of a Rolls-Royce in a sharp custom suit, tossing hundred-dollar bills to the valet. A hot woman wearing a priceless pigeon-blood ruby followed behind him, hooking his arm. "Killian, it's snowing so hard. Are you really going back to Brooklyn to play house with your naive little peasant wife?" she whined. Killian looked at the cheap, tarnished silver ring on his finger. A hint of softness crossed his cold eyes. "For three years, she worked five jobs a day to pay off the fake debts I made up. She wouldn't even see a doctor when she was sick." "That's enough. She passed my test. Once I deal with the rat in the family, I'll tell her everything. Give her the glory she deserves as my Donna." The woman bit her lip. "What if she finds out you're a Mafia Don and is just after your money? Why not tell her you have a terminal illness—see if she'll drain her savings to save you. Test her one more time…" Killian stayed quiet for a long time. Finally, he nodded. "One last test. After this, I'm giving her the grandest wedding." The freezing wind howled. I gripped the paper takeout bag. Tears rolled down my face without a sound. I am done with this arrogant, lying love.

Christian Ashwood is the real heir of the Ashwood family, but he was abandoned as a kid. Yet after the Ashwoods reunite with him, they don't accept him at all, eventually leading to his tragic death from poisoning. Now that Christian has been reborn, he refuses to reunite with the Ashwoods. Instead, he chooses to stay far away from them. Just like that, he begins a brand new chapter of his vibrant, exciting life.

Kimani thought she was walking into her happily ever after, marrying her boyfriend of three years and fiancé of one. But at the altar, her dream shatters when proof of his infidelity is revealed. Instead of remorse, he humiliates her, blaming her and abandoning her before everyone. Whispers fill the church, pitying the bride left behind until a powerful man steps forward. Alaric Walker. Billionaire. Elusive head of the Walker empire. A man feared and respected in equal measure, who suddenly claims her as his wife right there at the altar. The city is thrown into shock. A marriage born out of scandal, doomed before it even begins or so everyone thinks. But when Alaric starts treating Kimani with kindness, protecting her, and proving to be the husband she never expected. And the marriage that everyone thought would be a joke turned out to become one of true love and protection.

“You don’t have to lose everything. You could still have a place in my pack. Not as Luna but close enough. You will be my mistress…” Kyle’s shameless words ruined everything I believed in. For years, I thought our marriage was a real alliance. I gave him my trust, and my pack, Whitemane, gave him power. In return, he gave me betrayal. The day he came back from the war, he was holding another woman’s hand. Shirley. His new chief warrior. His fated mate. Right in front of my dying father, Kyle discarded me like I was nothing and demanded I hand my pack over to him. My father died for an alliance he spent his life protecting. Whitemane fell to the enemy overnight. Hunted and stripped of everything, I ran with nothing but my father’s final letter. It revealed a secret. An arranged marriage. To Alpha Damon of the Madfang Pack. The most ruthless, dangerous wolf alive, and my only shot at revenge.

As soon as I got my driver's license, I immediately went to the hospital to have my corneas removed. In my previous life, on the first day of the semester, my boyfriend's childhood friend secretly took my car and drove three other students to a shopping mall near the college. She sped through red lights and killed a pregnant woman and an elderly person. However, the three students testified that I was the one who ran those people over and then fled the scene. When the police arrested me, I desperately explained that it was her who was driving the car. However, she threw herself into my boyfriend's arms and said with great grievance, "Jade, I know you don't like me, but you can't frame me like that!" Fred took out the dashcam from my car. The video showed that I was the one driving the car, killing the people, and fleeing in a panic. "Instead of repenting, you're trying to push the blame onto someone else." After seeing this, the victim's family members were enraged and stabbed me 18 times. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day before my boyfriend's childhood friend took my car.