This Was A Man

"You are not fit to be my mate and the Luna of this pack, I Gabriel Blackwood the Alpha of Silvercrest pack reject you Selena as my mate", he coldly declared. ******* Selena, is a young and hardworking lady, working as a maid in the mansion of Alpha Gabriel, the leader of Silvercrest pack and a successful billionaire. A mating ceremony was held in the mansion, where the Alpha's mate would be revealed to him. Selena happens to be a fated mate but is cruelly rejected by the Alpha who seeks a partner of high status and suitable to be the Luna. Instead, he chooses Ravenna his childhood friend, who harbors a deep dislike for Selena, leaving Selena devastated and heartbroken. But destiny has its plans, which leads to Selena having a passionate encounter with the Alpha in his drunken state. Upon realizing what happened between them, he accuses her of seducing him and angrily chases her from the mansion. Determined to move on, she goes in search of a job to support herself and her mother. however her life took a tragic turn when she found her mother unconscious and was rushed to the hospital where she was diagnosed with à third stage cancer. With her mother's life hanging in the balance, Selena finds herself at a crossroads. In a desperate attempt to save her mother, she musters the courage to seek help from the Alpha…. Will the Alpha be willing to lend a helping hand to the woman he once rejected?

A seventeen years old Sera Calix was never meant to set a foot in Virelade Academy, the country's most prestigious elite all boys school. But a paperwork error gave her a chance to escape a life of serving the masters and she'll do anything to hold onto it. Even if it means disguising herself as a boy!. The plan was to keep her head down, graduate and disappear but the problem was Kael Ashbourne, her new roommate, her worst nightmare and on top of that he's the son of the president, the same man where her mom works for. As secrets build, Sera struggles to survive a world that was built to shut her out. But the biggest danger wasn't being caught but it's the way Kael looks at her like he already knows she's lying.

One night. One mistake. One baby. When Ariana storms into a restaurant and slaps the man she swears got her pregnant, she doesn’t expect his girlfriend to dump him on the spot or for him to lift his shirt and prove he’s not the man she spent that night with. He has no tattoo. But his identical twin does. Now, Ariana is carrying the wrong man’s baby… while falling for the one who isn’t the father. Tangled in betrayal, obsession, and a love she never expected, Ariana must decide: Will she fight for the man her heart wants—or be destroyed by the brother who refuses to let her go?

Days before Christmas, my girlfriend, Tessa Coleman, decides to take her assistant to the beach for the holiday. I don't argue or make a scene. I even help her pack her bags. But she sneers at me, mocking me for finally learning how to be sensible now that my legs are useless. As soon as she leaves, I reach out to her sworn enemy. In my last life, when I tried to stop her with my crippled legs, her assistant ended up brutally murdered at the beach. Tessa had acted like nothing had happened, but once I recovered, she hacked off my legs and killed me mercilessly. That was when I finally realized that she had hated me all along. This time around, I'll make sure she loses everything.

She fell for him under the guise of love, in return he watched her die with no knowledge of life blooming in her…a piece of him. But she doesn't stay dead and returns a different person, an ancient incarnate now filled with spite and a deathly need for revenge. “Where is my child, Kael?” Demands from a cursed man with a grieving heart will fix nothing compared to the cost her resurrection had come with. Because there's a lot more beneath rising from six inches under…

I was a wedding planner, and I personally designed my husband's wedding to his mistress. I had been with Victor for five years. Three of those years were swallowed by the pandemic. The remaining two were spent married, pregnant, and raising a child. The wedding I had always dreamed of existed only as "next time" whenever it came out of his mouth, until the day I received a new wedding planning request. The client was a young woman, her eyes curved with laughter, her smile bright and full of hope. "This is the venue my boyfriend chose himself," she said softly. "He insisted the wedding had to be held here." I took the file from her, and my gaze stopped on the venue name. The church in Clairmont. The very church I had mentioned to my husband countless times, the place I had dreamed of more than anything else. I was just about to smile and marvel at how someone in this world shared my taste so perfectly when the groom's name leapt into view. Victor Langford. My fingers froze on the page. Across from me, the girl was still wrapped in her happiness. She added gently, "We've only been together for two months, but he said he wants to give me the best wedding possible." I curved my lips into a smile and fixed my eyes on that familiar face—the man I had lived with for five years. After all this time, the day I planned Victor's wedding had finally arrived. Too bad the bride wasn't me.

Tiffany's soul hovered overhead. She watched them rip her heart out—still dripping—and stuff it into a cooler. Destination? Velmont City, Dalvona. For the same girl who'd sold her to traffickers in Nyamara. Outside the OR, Hector stood there, eyes all soft. His assistant called. "Mr. Coxon, we've located Ms. Talwyn. Want me to send someone?" Hector didn't blink. "Don't bother. A girl like that deserves to die." The surgical light flipped green. A doctor strolled out. "Congrats, Mr. Coxon. Surgery went smooth. Ms. Pusey and the baby are doing great!" Hector started crying happy tears. This was the man she had loved for ten years.

My husband's first love, the woman he had once idolized, had left him for a powerful and influential school bully. Years later, she found herself in the midst of a bitter divorce and in need of a lawyer. And who else but my husband, now an accomplished attorney, ended up back in her orbit? As he moved toward her once more, I decided it was time to step aside. After all, there was no stopping someone determined to chase after a lost cause.

What could possibly be describe as your worst nightmare?. I will tell you, my worst nightmare could be describe as seeing my boyfriend and my twin sister... 'Together' in prom. It was supposed to be the most beautiful day of my life, kelvin had told me he had a surprised planned out. I did get my surprise, but it wasn't the kind of surprise I was expecting. Till this very day, I have terrible scary dream of that night. It could be tagged as a nightmare. Well.. now I'm a full grown lady, when I mean full. I mean really fat. You see, this is the difference between my sister and I. She's the pretty one, and I am.. I'm the ugly fat one. Ever since I was a child, everyone has favoured her much more than me. Even my parents loves her more than me . It sucks, I know. Just when I thought I would be living a really boring and unloved life, I met Jason. He is handsome, He is chivalrous, and has this funny charming character. And the last of his quality, he has his own company. He is a freaking Billionaire. At first, I wasn't quite taking by jason.. so I gave him the cold shoulder's. But Jason wasn't the kind of man to give up. To him, I was another business opportunity that he needs to get at all cost. I guess because he saw it that way, that was why he was very committed. I did end up falling him, we got married really quickly. And then, I thought that I have found my life long partner. But unknown to me, Jason had a secret, a secret that shouldn't get out in the open. To hide this secret, jason got married to me. This time, the dream's on me!

When my cousin died, my aunt forced me to marry her husband in order to take care of the child she left behind. She said that it was a way to pay her back for raising me after the death of my mom. For eight years of being in the marriage, I was bullied by my cousin's son, accusing me killing his mom in order to take over her home. And my husband? He never defended me. To them, I was nothing more than a mere house help. And the day I had looked forward finally came, when I could walk away from the marriage. But fate had other plans—I died in pain that very day. Now, with a second chance at life, I made one thing clear: I was done with that miserable family, for good.