Novel & Cerita Thirteen Bnha

After her father was killed and her mother disappeared, Calithea Del Mundo was forced to take the title as an alpha of their pack when she was thirteen year old. Nagkaroon ng matinding alitan sa pagitan ng mga lobo at hunters dahilan para magdulot ng marahas na labanan sa pagitan ng dalawang grupo. Namatay sa kalagitnaan ng labanan ang ama ni Calithea at tinangay naman ang kanyang ina. Bago pa man lisanin ng mga hunters ang teritoryo nila Calithea, ikinulong nila ang mga lobo ng ilan sa mga piniling sumuko sa laban at mabuhay gamit ang isang pilak na kadena. Kahit anong pilit nila, kahit anong mahika pa ang gamitin nila, hindi nila magagawang makalaya mula roon. Ang kanilang mga lobo ay mananatiling nakagapos. Ang tanging paraan lang para makalaya sila mula sa bagay na ‘yon ay ang isang susi. Susi para sa kanilang kalayaan. Ngunit ang susing iyon ay hawak ng mga taong muntik ng umubos sa kanilang lahi. And she was obliged to take that key. Drico Wagner, the head supreme of the hunters. He is a fearless and brave man. Sa edad na tatlumpu't lima, libo-libong lobo na ang napatay niya. It’s so ironic that their kind hunts werewolves down wherein fact, his stepmother is a pure blooded werewolf and his half-sister is a half-blooded wolf. Ibinigay sa kanya ng kanyang ama ang susi. Susing magpapalaya sa grupo nina Calithea. Calithea is after him. But, as she was on her way of taking the key to their freedom, she didn’t expect that love would be her number one enemy. Will she choose to beg for his love? Or just focus on saving her people?

I was the Falcone family's top consigliere. Their brain. And today, I was walking away—handing over the books to every legitimate business I ran, severing my final tie. My protégé couldn't understand. "You're the future of this family, Aurelia. You can't just leave." I shook my head with a bitter smile. They didn't know. I'd been secretly married to the Don, Vittorio Falcone, for three years. I thought my looks, my mind, and everything I gave him would be enough to win all of his love. A hit at the docks three months ago showed me the truth. I took thirteen bullets. Emergency. I needed the family surgeon—which required Vittorio's direct order. I called him over a dozen times. But when he finally answered, all I heard was a soft, breathless voice on his end. "Vittorio, we haven't cut my birthday cake. Will you hold my hand and cut it with me?" That voice. My best friend. The woman Vittorio once had a crush on. Carina. In the safe house, weak from blood loss, I dug the bullet out myself and had one of my men rush me to a family clinic. Right before they wheeled me into the OR, Vittorio burst in—carrying Carina. Twisted ankle. Needed a doctor. Now. My surgeon was dragged away. The antibiotics came too late. The wound got infected. I fought for my life for a week. When I woke up, I stared at my phone. Not a single message. The tears finally came. I understood. I was just the woman he'd been forced to marry after he was drugged and slept with me. A scandal averted. All he cared about was my value and his reputation. And me? The secret princess of the Rossi family, who gave up everything to build his empire. All for nothing. So I prepared four parting gifts. A celebration of our mutual destruction. Then he'd never see me again.