The Life She Wanted Novels & Stories

All changed when life decided to give her a wrong turn. In her last life, she was a kind-hearted person who always helps people despite how less capable she was, it was like it was already in her to help people but that was used against her. She was raped and dumped in the yard to die. The cruelty she face and agonizing pain from the people she had helped. With her last breath, she wished she could wake up and take back her revenge on all of them who molested her and left her for dead. She was gonna go after all of them even their families and pull out their ball sockets from each of them.

After I had paid her back, Holly had tossed aside her college dreams to chase fortunes in Eastbridge City, diving headfirst into the stock market. She thought she would strike it rich with her so-called previous life's wisdom, but the stock market was no child's play. She ended up broke, swallowed her pride, and returned home by train. Our parents urged her to settle down with any bachelor in town, but Holly's spirit was too wild for that. She left, only to resurface in a grim human trafficking scandal. Anthony's army buddy recognized her cries for me and reached out. When I saw her, her eyes pleaded for rescue, but some chains were too heavy for one person to break.

"The arrangement was always for you to marry Miguel Antonio. That was the deal we struck with his family. A wife is a wife, Mara. It doesn't matter which sister he gets. The merger goes through either way." I felt like I couldn't breathe. "A wife is a wife?" I whispered. "Mother, he doesn't want me. He wanted Clara. This entire marriage is built on a lie, on deception. How am I supposed to live with that? How am I supposed to wake up every morning next to a man who didn't choose me, who thought he was getting someone else?"

I’m sitting in the living room surrounded by family. Yet something is missing. Axon is off trying to end this war before it begins. It’s all hush, hush. I can’t help but to be frustrated. I can feel my nerves spark through my body. I never wanted this life. All my life I wanted to be a princess, but it turns out I am just not the type I’d hoped to be. Papa was right by keeping me from this life. As much as I love him, I don’t want my babies growing up in this type of lifestyle.

Ethan looked at her in awe, swallowed an invisible lump in his throat, thereby clearing his throat, " You look beautiful, I never knew your size could be this sexy" As much as the comment sounded sexist in her ears, Tasha loved being complimented, though she she rubbed her butt a few times on her seat. The dress was too tight. She could barely breathe properly. Ethan continued, " Your accommodation, feeding and transportation will all be taken care of, you'll be given a car, a chauffeur and a black card in which you must spend as much as you want. All of this in just three months" "You'll be given a new name, a new career , a new body shape and a new face as you can see"

Her childhood was filled with beatings and coldness. Sold into a life with no choice, she became a killing machine. Knowing this, she still had to jump into the pit because refusing meant death. She often wished she had never been born. It would have been better than being trafficked into a criminal organization and forced into a life of crime. She wanted to be a good person but was not allowed to from birth. Scarlett wondered if she had ever truly lived for herself. The answer was no. She lived a life of mere survival, as Sawyer had said, her life was cheap.

Unfortunately her mother only gave birth to one baby, herself, and her mother never got pregnant again since giving birth to her because her mother didn't like her body shape to become stretchy after giving birth. Lexie smiled at her own reflection in the mirror. Her first smile after bitter days. At first she thought it would last forever. The fear, the terror that gripped her and all the nightmares she had after that night. But human life is not the same every day. Things had changed, which she never thought would happen. Sometimes she thought that she would forever be stuck with Rafe, haunted by nightmares, seeing a lot of blood and people being brutally murdered. She had imagined it hund

Living felt worse than dying, and she sank into complete despair. Just when she thought she would die there, someone suddenly bailed her out. She thought her name had finally been cleared. Hope flickered back to life, only for that person to knock her unconscious. When Serena woke again, she realized she had been taken to an underground slave farm. This was the darkest corner of the entire pack. Inside were Rogues exiled for crimes, slaves abandoned by their masters, and captives from rival packs. They were forced to fight each other for scraps of food.

“Yes. Even that still feels insufficient.” His expression turned slightly cold, and perhaps what he had done would seem cruel to other people, but I truly felt relieved that he had done it for me. Right now, I felt happy because there was finally someone who genuinely cared about me. “So that woman…” I murmured to myself, briefly thinking about Paula. That woman had always wanted a peaceful life where she could buy anything she desired, but now her husband’s family was facing a huge crisis. “Do you want me to do something to her, Diana?”

I smirked, completely unfazed. "Mrs. Dooley, I should be the one asking your daughter that. Is she satisfied now that she's destroyed my life?" Claire couldn't stand hearing any criticism of her daughter. "Your life was already a complete mess to begin with! If it weren't for my daughter, who knows which slum you'd be struggling to survive in right now? It was my daughter who gave you the life you have now. But how do you repay her—"