The Fault In Our Stars Who Died

The story starts when Queshia found out about her husband, Maverick's, affair with a lady named, Claire, who he met before he got deployed to an exotic island located at the east, which resulted to a child to get dismay. She then struggles fixing their relationship and trying to trust him again for the sake of their marriage, all while she hides the tryst with the other woman from both hers and Maverick’s families, where she also struggles conceiving a baby due to having PCOS. She then recalls where they both started, and all the red flags she should have noticed before marrying Maverick.

SLAP "You think I’ll let Cassian take the fall ?" "He’s my son. You? You’re just a face I regret making"!!. Lucien was born with a secret. One even he didn’t understand. One his father always knew — and hated him for. While his twin, Cassian, lived a life of freedom, Lucien lived locked behind doors, punished for simply existing. He wasn’t allowed outside. He wasn’t allowed to live. He was hidden. Forgotten. Broken. Until one party changed everything. A mafia princess was hurt. Cassian was to blame. But their father made sure Lucien paid the price. That night, Lucien was handed over to Zayn Kingsley — A billionaire mafia heir. One of the Eight who rule the city from the shadows. He has two wives. A daughter. And a dying father whispering: “Give me a son. A true heir. Or lose everything.” Zayn doesn’t believe in weakness. He doesn’t believe in love. And he definitely doesn’t believe in men like Lucien. Zayn is cold. Ruthless. Homophobic. But what Zayn doesn’t know… Is that Lucien carries more than pain. He carries a secret that defies biology, logic, and everything Zayn thought he knew: 🩸 Lucien can bear an heir. And what started as punishment becomes obsession. What started as hate begins to burn into something forbidden… and terrifying. ---

I had just gotten home when a parent in my son’s class group chat erupted: [Ms. Zinn, what kind of place are you running? Do you let just any random stray off the street become a teacher?] [My daughter came home, grabbed two forks, and tried to jump off the balcony. She said it was Miss Never who told her to!] The homeroom teacher panicked and denied it at once, insisting there was no such person as Miss Never at the kindergarten. She even posted the official teaching schedule in the chat to prove it. On the security footage, there was not a single trace of this so-called Miss Never. However, later, my son whispered to me in secret, “Mom, Miss Never is an old lady with a cat’s face.” “She says only kids can see her.”

She was always the shadow. He was always chasing the light. Lavinia Hartwell had learned early that love was rarely for girls like her. She was the quiet one, the overlooked one—always second to her luminous best friend, Verity Langford. Even Henry Wynthorne, the boy whose compassion had unexpectedly caught her heart in high school, only had eyes for Verity. But years change people. Henry’s dreams of studying abroad collapsed with his father’s death. Verity left. Success became his only compass, and alcohol his only escape. And somehow, in the wreckage, there was Lavinia—never demanding, never judging, quietly holding him together in ways he never noticed… until she was gone. When an arranged engagement threatened to give her to him, Henry assumed she was being forced into it and set her free. Lavinia smiled, thanked him—and walked away, taking with her the steady presence he had taken for granted. Only then did Henry begin to notice the ache. The way her absence unsettled him. The way another man’s hand on her waist ignited a heat that was not anger, but something darker, sharper, and dangerously possessive. A single night blurred the lines forever—her lips on his, soft at first, then desperate, as though she’d loved him all her life. Desire flared, undeniable. But in the morning, she was gone again. Now, with Verity back and the past colliding with the present, Henry must face the truth: he no longer loves the woman he once chased. But has he realized too late who truly held his heart all along? Slow-burn, sensual, and laced with aching restraint, this is a story of unspoken devotion, of a man’s reluctant fall, and of the quiet girl who was never anyone’s first choice—until she became the only choice.

I died once. My pack slaughtered. My blood spilled beneath the claws of the Alpha who destroyed everything I loved. But death didn’t keep me. The Moon Goddess pulled me back reborn with only one purpose. Vengeance. Now I walk into the heart of Bloodveil Pack, hiding my true identity. He doesn’t recognize me. Not the girl he crushed beneath his rule. Not the omega who swore she’d see him burn. But fate is cruel. The bond ties me to him Cain Blackthorn, the ruthless Alpha, my sworn enemy… and my mate. Every step I take brings me closer to revenge… and deeper into his darkness. Behind his cold strength lies a curse tearing him apart, and only I can soothe it. To save myself, I must destroy him. To save him, I must betray myself. In a world of blood, lies, and the Moon Goddess’s wrath, love is the most dangerous trap of all.

When I had only three months left to live after taking the cursed blade meant for my husband Lucian, his first love Lily returned. When I endured the pain and prepared a dinner to commemorate our anniversary, he did not come back, he was having a steamy car session with Lily. When I went to the hospital alone to buy medicine, he was accompanying Lili for her pregnancy check-up. I pretended not to have noticed, I just silently played the role of a perfect wife, and wrote him four letters as a gift for our anniversary. After I die, he saw the gifts I left behind and went completely insane.

He ruined her past. Fate made him her future. Ayla Rowan ran from the Bloodhowl Pack—and from Cade Thorne, the cruel Alpha-in-training who made her feel like nothing. Years later, she’s built a new life, far from the pack, far from pain… and secretly engaged to a human man who knows nothing of her werewolf blood. But fate doesn’t care about plans. When Ayla is forced to return home, the mate bond snaps into place. Cade—the boy who once shattered her—is now her fated mate. And he wants everything he once rejected. Her forgiveness. Her trust. Her heart. But Ayla already promised herself to someone else. Now, the Alpha who hated her is back—with power, passion, and a vengeance. And he’s ready to fight fate, the pack, and her entire world to make her his. Love was never part of the plan. But neither was destiny.

“I would’ve died for my sister. Instead, I lived for her son.” Jade, the ruthless Alpha, made me his mate out of vengeance, not love. Now I’m trapped in a loveless bond, raising the son of the woman everyone adored, the same woman whose death they blame on me. But the real monster wears a smile and the secrets buried in this Pack run deeper than anyone knows including the truth about Jade’s father’s illness, and the child growing inside me. They all think I’m the villain. But I might be the only one who can save them. If I survive.

Nicholas becomes a lone wolf at the age of eighteen. His parents were murdered because of the power of truth he possesses against their alpha pack. Wolfless and mateless, he was despised by all. He melted his wolf in the human world and used his ability who knows the truth against humans in exchange for money. Misses no one, corrupt government officials, wealthy murderers, and ordinary ones. Their truth and lies are his survival. Then he came to a point when is he knowing the truth about everyone he could meet a gift or a curse?

The scent of pine and damp earth clung to the air as the full moon created long shadows across the Ancient Clearing. Tonight, was supposed to be our marking ceremony, a sacred ritual binding Alpha Anderson and his chosen Luna before the eyes of the Frostmoon Pack. “My heart,” his gaze locked on Leah, who stood under the moonlight “has always belonged to another. My first love, the one whose spirit has been weakened by the venom of wolfsbane, is my Luna.” He drew Leah closer, his hand possessively circling her waist. Under the watchful gaze of the moon, he smiled. “Our traditions are clear,” he continued, “Only the woman who stands with me at this altar, witnessed by all, shall be my Luna. Though I had always thought that Irene was my mate which I mistakenly marked a time ago. But thanks to the goddess for making me see clearly before it was too late.” They exchanged vows beneath the trees, witnessed by the werewolves and the Moon Goddess. The silver crowns were placed, the ceremonial kiss sealed their bond. I stood hidden in the shadows of the surrounding forest. For twelve years, from the moment my wolf recognized his at eighteen until my thirtieth moon cycle, my love for Anderson had never changed. But his heart, it was clear, belonged to Leah. If that was the truth, then I would release him. He had never truly seen me, never truly cared. Yet, the act of my departure seemed to unravel him in ways I couldn’t understand.