The Elf On The Shelf: An Elf's Story

In the second year of our marriage, which Brett Mason had secured through relentless means, he brought home his latest conquest—a stunning blonde. As the door swung shut, he ran his fingers through her silky hair, flashing me a smug, triumphant grin. "Wanna join us? You might learn a thing or two about not being such a dead fish." I could still recall how he once adored my hair, claiming that just stroking it would melt away his deepest worries. It turned out any woman could serve that purpose. In that instant, a profound sense of release washed over me. I retrieved the divorce agreement I'd stashed away in a drawer and handed it to him. "Sign it, and I'll make room for her." My days were numbered, and I had no intention of wasting what little time remained entangled in his resentment.

She was born a wolf but suddenly became wolfless. Powerless. Labelled an outcast. He was born ruthless, powerful - an Alpha dominating not just the world of wolves but the blood soaked underworld. When Selene discovers her fated mates is responsible for the destruction of her pack, her world crumbles again. He should be her strength... But to him, she is nothing but a liability. A weakness... he immediately rejects. But fate is ruthless. Their bond burns too fiercely to be ignored. A bond meant to rewrite the destiny of fated mates. Will Selene risk her peace and safety for the mate bond or fight to reclaim her life before his darkness consumes her?

I was madly in love with James Gates for 10 years. So mad that everyone in the Imperium said that I was addicted to him. How far did it go? I wouldn't allow any woman to get close to him. I wanted to eliminate every woman around him. In the end, James sent me to rehab. While others quit smoking, drinking, or gaming, I was quitting James. But later, I truly moved on from him. Yet, he regretted it and, in the pouring rain, begged me to love him again.

Madeline has been killed. Not by an enemy or a rival pack; not even by the rebellious rogues that roam the kingdoms. No. Madeline has been killed by someone close to her heart. Her mate, Damien— lycan King of the empire of Ker. To hide his affair with her best friend and daughter of a very troublesome rogue pack, Damien rejects her and then kills her. However, fate is not blind. The moon goddess hears her plea and she is reborn. She wakes up 3 months before the incident and now has to alter the very course of time. In this second chance, she will use any means necessary to get her revenge and make those two pay. Even if it means siding with the dangerous alpha ruler of the growing rebellion, Axel Black. Even if it means losing herself to his serpentine tongue. She would take everything her mate had; including his precious throne— and nothing would stop her. But when sparks begin to fly between the ruined queen and this strange rogue she has made a volatile deal with, can Madeline hold on to the revenge cogs she has begun to spin? Especially when this rogue only has one goal in mind— to destroy her mate and all the royals in Ker— not excluding her, of course.

He met her four years ago, but she cannot remember him now. She does not even recall who he is or her place in his heart. But when he learnt that she was in trouble, he did not hesitate to go and save her. He is the most powerful man not only in the country, but the whole world. And more, he is the ruthless, the inhuman underworld boss. Everyone tremble when he is mentioned. But she still chose to lean onto him when he came, no matter how dangerous he looked. She believed that he was her predator, the man after her and her family's lives. But since she had no choice, she had to lean in on him, to do what he asked her to. It was only later that she fell hard in love with him. And when he felt like he would put her life in danger, and wanted to push her away, she looked at him like he was a fool. "You are mine, Don," she said. "I am not going anywhere."

On the day we decided to get a divorce, I saw Miranda’s account book while I was packing up my stuff. Aside from our daily expenses, Miranda had also set up a scoring sheet for me. Miranda had taken notes of all the things I had done ever since we started dating. Some of them were such miniscule things that even I had forgotten. She took note of them all with a red pen, and she scored them by either awarding me points or deducting them. However, the further down the sheet, the more points were deducted. In the end, I saw Miranda add one line in black ink. [He’s no longer the Henry Jones who used to love me: -100]

My grandmother only knows how to draw one thing—infants. They're ugly, but people line up to buy the paintings. I watch as she takes those women into unlit rooms. Then, their bloodcurdling screams will ring out. Oddly enough, they always thank my grandmother when they're leaving. One day, I finally find out what exactly my grandmother paints. I discover the truth when I see an infant crawl out of one of the women's bellies—it looks just like the one my grandmother has painted.

There's nothing certain in this world. When two people were supposed to be together, are they what really is called soulmates? The moment Mirabella accidentally stumbled upon the famous Alpha, Jason Langton in the library, the first words he was spouting was about rejecting her. What did she do? "Well, I reject you too." Mirabella said playfully, not the slightest bit bothered. Her words and reaction caused him to be stunned. He was caught in a trance for a moment. When he looked up again, she was no longer standing before him. He found her figure trying to reach for a book in one of the shelves. It seemed that the book is more important than the matters of him rejecting her? Rejected by an Alpha? For her, wasn't it just mutual rejection? He rejected her, she was just returning the favor!

After mating to the prince, I was brutally killed by my jealous friend during pregnancy! Luckily I was reborn and the ugly scars on my face were gone. My husband, who never cared about me, suddenly came to my door. How dare he let my son call him Daddy？ —— “Wake up,” I willed myself desperately, to my sunken and sallow body. “You can’t die. If you die, the baby will die.” Moon Goddess, are you here to answer my prayers? Yes, child. But there is a reason I am here to grant you life again; your bloodline is too significant and rare to expunge. This is why you paired Prince Aldrich and I, I muttered, realization surfacing. You are just as important as him, even more so. My body thirsted for water, for food and a bath and sunlight. But mostly, it thirsted for revenge at that moment. I must return, was all I said.

My husband, Zane Wade, was drugged at a cocktail party and ended up sleeping with a female college student who looked almost exactly like me. I gave him three chances. The first time, Zane sent the young woman abroad overnight. Then, he knelt outside our home for three days and three nights. The second time, I ran into him and the college student at the hospital. He was accompanying her for a prenatal check-up. At the time, Zane hugged me tightly and refused to let me go. His voice trembled as he said, "I'm sorry, Raina. She's pregnant, and my mother threatened to commit suicide. I have no choice but to keep the child. "I swear, once she gives birth, I'll send her away immediately. The child will go to the old family estate. Please, don't leave me…" But just three days later, because of that same woman, Zane fought me at an auction over my mother's heirlooms. When he saw me raising the bid higher and higher, he immediately went nuclear. This was the third and final chance I gave him. I rushed over to confront him, but Zane wasn't worried. He just frowned slightly and calmly said, "Raina, you know very well that Moira is about to give birth. Why do you insist on fighting a pregnant woman? You only need to endure it for another three months. Then, we can go back to how things were." Upon hearing his words, I almost cried at how ridiculous they sounded. I finally decided to get a divorce, but Zane actually brought Moira Green home openly and without shame.