Then There Were None Poem

Bedtime stories, fantasy, fiction, romance, action, urban,mystery, thriller and anything more you can think ... Just a warning ... none of them are normal.

When I become pregnant with Ryan Hurst's child—at the same time his so-called first love, Kate Davis, do—he doesn't hesitate to claim hers, while ignoring mine. My child is thus branded an "illegitimate child". Ryan, the eldest son of the powerful Hurst financial empire, looks down at me with eyes like frost. "Kate is a real socialite. She can't have her reputation tainted by… this," he says coldly. It turns out that our seven years of marriage were nothing but a lie. The day my adopted family, the Kleimanns, forces me to get an abortion, Ryan is in another country, playing the doting partner at Kate's side while she gives birth. When we meet again, I will have already burned the bridge between us with my own hands. What none of them know is that behind Kate's polished smile lies a festering rot. And as for me, I am the sole heiress to an old and powerful aristocratic bloodline.

Ken spent a fortune on our wedding. But on our wedding night, he left me to take care of his crush, Jenny Johnson, who was struggling with severe depression. I grabbed a chainsaw, took down her door, and demanded a divorce. Jenny's eyes were swollen from crying. "I'll leave Ken alone, back to you. My life isn't as important as your happiness—" Ken, distressed beyond words, warned me, "Mayson White, listen to me. If Jenny ends up taking her own life because of you, you'll pay with yours." Later, he caught me cheating with his best friend. With red eyes, he pleaded, "Mayson, break up with him. I can pretend none of this happened. Let's just be together." "No way," I said. "He'll threaten to end his life if he never sees me. You're such a good guy and wouldn't want to force him to go through with it, would you?"

Everyone called her the weakling. Aveline couldn’t shift, couldn’t fight, couldn’t even stand up for herself. She was the shame of her pack, mocked, beaten, and abandoned. But on the night of her twenty-first birthday, fate betrayed her in the cruelest way possible. Not one mate.Not two.But three ruthless Alphas. The Blackthorne triplets. Damon, Dominic, and Darius, brothers feared across every pack, merciless rulers who took what they wanted and destroyed whoever stood in their way. And now, they wanted her. Weak, Fragile and Breakable. The bond was unshakable, their desire unrelenting. Each claimed her as his, and none of them were willing to share. But Aveline’s blood hides a deadly secret, a curse whispered by the Moon Goddess herself. A prophecy that could make the brothers invincible… or tear them apart forever. Trapped in a golden cage, bound by passion and power, Aveline must survive the obsession of three possessive mates… and the dark fate tied to her soul. Three Alphas. One fragile mate. A curse that could destroy them all.

None human has ever broken the magical barrier of moonstone pack in years, except for Melissa Ray, the runway high school student who just walk through the magical barrier today. Melissa Ray is a beautiful high school student, who ran away from home after stirring up a major problem with the Mafia boss' son, now she has found herself in the midst of shape shifters she never knew existed. Tyler Stars is the Alpha of moonstone pack, he's the most handsome werewolf in the region, every unmated she wolf dream to have him but he never involved with any other she wolf that's not his mate even when it's lonely, that was his vow to himself and so he keeps searching for his mate. What happens when the moon goddess has planned their meeting in an unbelievable way? They were destined together with unbreakable bond. Follow as they conquered their enemies together, as secrets about them unveiled and how their love blossom.

“You weren’t saved, Bianca. You were claimed.” When Bianca Ricci is sold by her venomous stepmother to Matteo Romano the most feared Mafia Don in New York her world fractures into chains made of silk and blood. Matteo doesn’t believe in love, He believes in loyalty, control, and keeping enemies where he can see them especially when they carry the last name Ricci. But Bianca isn't a lamb, She's a lioness in velvet. And when her fire collides with Matteo's iron grip, none of them expects the burn. As enemies circle, old blood debts rise, and a hidden betrayal threatens to collapse the entire underworld, Bianca and Matteo must navigate a marriage built on lies, lust, and legacies soaked in revenge. Bound by an oath neither of them chose, they must decide: Is survival enough or will they rewrite the rules of the empire together? In a world where freedom is a currency and love is a weapon, one bride will defy a king or destroy him.

In the unforgiving world of the pack, she was the embodiment of weakness—an Omega, the lowest of the low. For as long as she could remember, she had borne the relentless torment of her fellow wolves, enduring cruelty, abuse, and unrelenting humiliation. But destiny had a cruel twist in store for her. When her mate was revealed to be none other than the Alpha's son, she dared to hope for a glimmer of respite. Yet, that hope was crushed when he, too, rejected her, spurning her as if she were beneath even his contempt. In the face of despair, she found the ember of resilience within her. With each torment endured, she grew stronger, drawing on a wellspring of inner power she never knew she possessed. Her journey, from the depths of despair to a position of newfound dominance, is a testament to the indomitable strength of the human (and wolf) spirit. This is a story of an Omega's unwavering determination, of how one wolf, against all odds, rises above rejection and abuse to become a force to be reckoned with. A tale of transformation, courage, and the fierce resilience of the heart.

I was at the Blood Registry office to reissue my Blood Covenant Certificate with Lord Ethan when the registrar looked up at me and said, “Your Blood Covenant Certificate is forged.” “There is no record of your bond in the vampire consort system.” I froze. “That’s impossible,” I whispered. “I registered my union with Lord Ethan five years ago. Please check again.” The clerk searched once more. “Lord Ethan’s record is here,” he said calmly. “His lawful consort is Ella.” Ella? The name fell like a blade. Before he said it, I still hoped it was a clerical mistake. But Ella… was his childhood companion. In that moment, everything made sense. In five years, he had never marked me. He had publicly acknowledged me as his Blood Queen, letting the entire Coven believe I stood beside him by right. He had given me titles, a throne at his side, and a crown to wear in front of the world. Titles can be announced. Only the Registry makes it law. The certificate he gave me had been nothing but a beautiful lie. The five years I believed were happiness— were nothing more than a carefully forged illusion. An illusion crafted to keep me obedient, grateful, and blind. If none of it was ever truly mine, if even the title of “Blood Queen” was only a performance, then leaving should be easy.

My mother-in-law, Daisy Rothbart, gets pregnant around the same time I do. We even give birth to baby boys via cesarean sections on the same day. However, her infant dies later, and that's when she suddenly starts showering my son, Casey Dyson, with all her love and attention. After Casey officially takes over the family business one day, my husband, Jerome Dyson, and I die in an accident out at sea. However, my spirit remains close to Casey even after my death, and that's when I find out that he starts calling Daisy "Mom" while crying in relief. It is only then that I learn that the son I'd been bringing up for 20 years had been secretly switched at birth by none other than Daisy. When I open my eyes again, I realize that I'd traveled back in time to the day when Daisy and I were both scheduled to undergo cesarean sections at the hospital.

For five years, I let my husband’s mistress take whatever she wanted. My birthday. His time. His attention. The tenderness that used to belong to me. I even told myself I could survive watching my own son choose her over me, because a damaged family still had to be better than none at all. It wasn’t. This year, my husband took his mistress away for their birthday trip, and my son ran straight into her arms and called her Mom. That was the moment I finally understood something I should have learned five years ago: no matter how much of myself I gave to that family, I would never be the one they chose. So I filed for divorce. None of them believed I could really walk away. My husband thought I was bluffing. His mistress thought she had won. My son did not even look back. None of them believed I could really walk away. Then a call came from overseas: Matteo Bellandi’s wife was dead. This time, I left them with nothing but my ashes.