Novel & Cerita The Unworthy: A Novel

“A tale I tell you of 8 sins First comes pride, you can try but can never hide Second comes greed, you can wish but can never be freed Third comes wrath, you can run but it follows your path Fourth comes envy, you can break but it still so friendly Fifth comes lust, you can hold but it will break your trust Sixth comes gluttony, you can attempt but it’s your destiny Seven comes sloth, you can watch till it makes you rot And now I tell you last and deadliest of them all EIGHT comes REVENGE, and this is where IT. ALL. ENDsss…..” as soon as she completed singing her poem, Vikram Singh felt like he was strike with thousand thunderstorm at once, his eyes went wide in shock and his mind and body s

Alexis was sobbing like a crazy pregnant woman going on and on of how he lost his wife when a realization hit him...it was his fault everything that happened was all because of him. He cheated on his own wife all because he felt that she was a closed off book and even if he knew that she was afraid of getting married to a total stranger .If he wasn't a coward he would have found a better way to have her get comfortable with him instead of being the arms of another woman,his secretary for that matter.

The same apartment where she wrote her story which was claimed to be plagiarized. She caught the sight of her laptop and walked closer. She turned it on and the cover picture of one of the female lead werewolf story she was writing, popped up. Another hit that is one of her popular books. The perfect, drawn picture of her female lead. She smiled bitterly as she stared at it. Her female lead have everything in this world. Her life is so perfect with her prince charming and all. How pathetic. There is no happy life." she said and typed on the chapter she was working on.

"I left because I was disgusted with myself. Because being in that library with you, wanting, and craving, to be in the library with you, made me feel every bit the traitor they accused me of being." To dredge the thought up hurts. I deserve everything that's about to happen to me. My loyalty to Kade is a requirement of my purchase, of my position as his First Unfortunate, but my loyalty to Unfortunates, as a collective, is an obligation. To have affection for a Fortunate, to fall in love with one, is the ultimate betrayal of every Unfortunate who came before me. I close my eyes and part my lips, letting out a calm breath. Resigned.

Palm sweaty, heart racing, Andrew pushed open the door. Dark paneled walls and polished mahogany, shadows crawling along the grains, the reflection of light like liquid. The walls gleamed with a polished patience, swallowing the weak afternoon light and throwing the room into uneven shadows. The desk loomed like a single block of authority, its edges sharp, leather chair poised as if it could decide a man’s fate.

“We’ve been underestimated before but this time… it ends differently. He won’t touch us, and he won’t know we’re coming until it’s too late.” Lucas let out a ragged laugh, grim and dry. “That’s the kind of talk I like, dangerous, bold and Perfect.” Pain flickered across his face, but the glint of defiance never left his eyes. Every floor we passed, every quiet hallway, every flicker of a light became a part of the plan, and a reminder that he wasn’t untouchable. We were close, too close to feel safe and too close for him to assume he could control what happens next and as we reached the threshold of the office floor, I let a small, sharp smile curve my lips. The network he had built, the emp

Not the girl who tracked his coordinates at parties, who filed his incidental sentences, who measured her worth by the quality of his attention. Not the girl from the funeral, offering herself with both hands to a man who said is that right and filed her away under a category he would not name. I am going to become someone who does not need him. And I am going to become her so completely, so entirely, so without remainder, that the girl who went up on her toes in the dark will be unrecognizable. A previous version. A draft. I stand up.

The lecture hall door unlocked with a click, and she slipped out, her body still tingling from the multiple orgasms. She knew she should feel guilty, but all she could think about was how much she needed this again

I flipped it over to read the back. Then I saw the title on the spine. Craving The Wrong Man by Nancy Grey. I froze. The wrong man. I looked at the description. A woman trapped by circumstances, falling for the dangerous man sent to protect her. Forbidden desire. Enemies to lovers. High stakes romance. My face burned hot. Oh, this was too close. Way too close. This was basically my life right now, packaged as a romance novel. Minus the actual romance part, of course. Because I wasn't falling for Zade. I wasn't.

“I am not stupid! And how would I have known to plan this grand gesture when I didn’t even invite you here? You must think you are the main character?” “That is because I am. You won’t have a roof over your head or a life right now if it weren’t for me!” I threw my hands out in frustration. “How about you just take my life now and lay claim on it? One single assistance and you won’t let me have any form of peace.” “Maybe ask yourself if you deserve it! You are too proud for someone who has no home! Don’t even think of bringing a dark culture into my pack. I will have you punished mercilessly if that happens?” He growled.