The Undesired Novels & Stories

His displeasure clearly showed in his speech. That was exactly why I had no plan to make any of them the managing director of my company. I knew that all they wanted was the opportunity to be in that position so that they would do things that were worse than what Fernandez did. What they all didn't know, though, was the fact that Fernandez would definitely pay for his atrocity. When I said I didn't want to arrest him by the police, it was because I didn't want them digging around my life and accidentally finding out I was not who I claimed to be. But my people would find him and I shall meet him back at the pack.

I added, “I know,” he said casually, like I’d just reminded him of the weather. “And yet here we are. You, backed against the counter. Me, close enough to taste your goddamn thoughts. Don’t lie to yourself, Sera. You like it. You want it. There’s something about that forbidden fruit, isn’t there?” “This is… This is inappropriate,” I stammered, hating how weak I sounded.

How about this—I'll agree to get back together with you. Hugo's head snapped up, hope lighting up his eyes. "But there are conditions. I won't just have you in my life. I'll be with my senior from the lab, too. If you fall sick, I won't visit you. If you want to go somewhere, I won't go with you. If you and my senior get into a fight, I will always take his side. I'll marry him instead of you. If I'm in a good mood, I might have fun with you once in a while."

And Lucas, the man who once wished to be free of his wife, now carried the quiet, aching burden of a love too late. A love undeserved. A love that was lost… ... long before he ever called her his. Lara was once the unwanted wife—but in the end, it was Lucas who became the man most unwanted by the only heart that ever wanted him. END.

But I also didn’t want to be killed right now. My lips parted as I feigned movement, bringing the meat closer to my mouth but at the last second, I froze. My entire body revolted. His gaze darkened. "Eat it." A lump formed in my throat. I swallowed hard, my fingers trembling around the chunk of flesh. "I can't eat it , I'm a vegetarian", I failed to it and spoke. "This little human thinks , I like being disrespected. First take her in the dungeon, and starve her for three days",

This was insane… “The hell is that I want to have you. So… Get the fuck over this bullshit game of yours already and let us move on. Can you do that?” Tristan looked really dangerous suddenly. “I’m not playing. I’m not playing any game with you. What on earth is wrong with you?”

A few months later, Mathias and the Dentworths came up with a plan after realizing that they had completely lost track of us. They began spreading false news on the Internet. Trending topics such as "#Devil-in-law abuses daughter-in-law", "#What should I do if my mother-in-law sells the apartment I bought using my savings", and "#My in-laws escaped with all of our money, and now my family can't survive because of them" began appearing on Twitter.

The flickering flames cast a warm glow, but the atmosphere was heavy with unspoken fears. “Edna,” Ansel began, his voice hesitant. “We’ve been trying for months now, and still…nothing. I can’t help but wonder if something is wrong.” Edna’s heart tightened, her own worries mirrored in his words. She took his hand in hers, squeezing gently. “Maybe it’s just not the right time yet,” she said, though doubt gnawed at her mind. Ansel sighed, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and desperation. “The council is growing restless. They want to see an heir before they recognize you as my Luna. Without a child, our bond isn’t enough for them.”

But that dream now seemed farther than ever. “Well, the mating bond is quite complex in its own way. It doesn't define your relationship but it creates the bond that makes a relationship possible. There are many wolves who live without their fated mates but they live in constant desperation, yearning to be with their mates. It's even worse when they get rejected. Rejection is one of the worst pains a wolf can feel and sometimes it never goes away” “It's like an obsession… an addiction. How can I feel something so intense for someone that doesn't love me?”

It happened again two days later. Then again the night after that. They didn’t plan it. That was the worst part. There was no conversation, no agreement, no moment where either of them said this is a bad idea and meant it enough to stop. Danger would spike — a false alarm on the west wall, a supply argument that got too loud in the dining room, a nightmare that dumped one of them into the hallway at three in the morning with their heart still racing — and they would find each other like gravity had developed a personal grudge against the both of them.