Thrown Off Synonym Novels & Stories

To the humans, she's the woman of God. A forbidden fruit that cannot be touched by anyone. To the werewolves, she's someone's Mate. A woman who was destined to be someone's lover alone. ~~~ Jenna Harrison left her mate and become a human because she wasn't okay with her mate being best friends with his ex-lover. She said it's complicated. However, what happens when she is thrown back into the world of werewolves? This time she's a human and a newly anointed nun. Who is it going to be, Mate or God?

On the day Shannon was finally going to have the wedding her husband promised her, everything shattered in a single crash. When she woke up, three months had passed and Rowan had forgotten her. Instead, he remembered another woman. Evelyn, the ex his family always wanted now standing where Shannon once belonged. Branded a gold digger, erased from her own home, and thrown out of the life she fought to build, Shannon is given nothing… not even the chance to prove the truth.

Alina dedicated herself to the last mate she'd ever have in the world. Right from when she was 18, she had been rejected all because she was an omega. But the last one proved to be committed and " the one" only for 6 months. She was rejected and betrayed by her last ever mate. Seen as a disgrace, she was thrown out of the pack but the journey or " Werewolf" that awaits her is beyond this world? How will she be able to get yet another mate to survive? What are the consequences? And also, one of them will be proved to be the wrong one....

My blood runs cold as he pulls me closer to him, "A fucken restraining order Shey!" he says through gritted teeth as his hold on me becomes harder. I try to pull myself out of his grip but I am pushed up against a wall, with his body pinning me beneath his. His hot breath on my neck as he inhales my perfume, he is holding my one hand behind my back as he tries to undress me with the other. "How will you ever learn Shey? You. Are. Mine!" I let out a whimper but his grip only got tighter. He pulls me away from the wall only to push my back against the wall, my cries for help being muffled by his harsh kiss as he pulls down my top and fondles my right . I move harshly under his grip as I try to come free but he only backs away and punches me in the face causing my body to be thrown to the floor. I hit the ground hard as I felt my body ache and tears start to fall, "Help!" I cry out "Can someone please help me!" I yell. I am then picked up by Bruno and thrown into the wall again, my cries becoming more agonising, "You are going to wish you never left me !"

Elma was the Silver Moon pack’s biggest joke a plus-sized, bullied outcast ruthlessly rejected by her fated mate, Alpha Liam. Banished, broken, and framed for murder, she was thrown to the ultimate predator: terrifying Lycan King, Xander. Her punishment? To become his captive breeder. Trapped Xander's dark, intoxicating web. Elma almost surrendered to his possessive passion. Until the night she discovered she's pregnant and overheard the King’s chilling promise to execute her the exact moment his heir took their first breath. Terrified and heartbroken, Elma vanished into the night. Seven years later, the weak, humiliated girl is dead. In her place stands Dr. Elma, the world’s most brilliant, highly-sought -after medical genius, raising three fiercely protective Lycan triplets in secret. She has rebuilt her empire from the ashes, but fate has a cruel sense of humor. When Alpha Liam’s father falls critically ill, there is only one specialist on earth who can save him. Liam gasps when the legendary doctor walks through the doors. His rejected, plus-sized mate is now breathtaking, powerful, and utterly untouchable. Consumed by bitter regret and burning, desperate jealousy, Liam grovels, willing to do absolutely anything to win her back. But Liam's obsession is the least of her problems. Elma's scent has finally tipped off the monsters of her past. King Xander has spent seven years tearing the world apart for his runaway breeder, and his possessive rage is matched only by his dark, terrifying hunger to reclaim his family. To make matters worse, The Lycan prince, her second chance mate, is very much alive, and he wants Elma for himself. Three ruthless, powerful men. deadly game of vengeance, regret, and consuming desire. When the ultimate alpha war ignites over the woman they all wronged, who will survive to claim her heart?

My best friend said she was just protecting me from bad men. So every time I started dating someone new, she would turn herself into his dream girl. She'd flirt, chase him, and seduce him until she ended up in his bed. And every time, she'd send me the photos. Always with the same cheerful caption: "Bestie! If I hadn't tested him, you'd be heartbroken again. Aren't I good to you?" I was tortured, broken, humiliated. Eventually, I cut her off completely and moved to another city. Then I met the man I thought was my true love—Liam. He was kind, devoted, and loving. I thought I could finally be happy. On my wedding day, I found Madison standing in my dressing room, disguised as my makeup artist. She smiled at me, just like she used to. "Don't worry, bestie," she whispered. "Let me test this one for you. Then you can marry him." She drugged me, then put on my wedding gown and got into bed with Liam. But I woke up in time. I burst into the room with our families. I caught them together. Later, I got pregnant. During labor, I hemorrhaged. Liam watched me bleed and refused to sign the emergency consent form. "Madison just wanted to give herself to me before our wedding—to fulfill her wish," he said coldly. "You humiliated her. You drove her to suicide. She died carrying my child." "You and the bastard in your belly deserve to die too." That was when I realized—the man I loved had already fallen for my best friend. I died in agony. My ashes were thrown into a ditch. Then I opened my eyes. I was back. On my wedding day. And Madison was standing right in front of me, pretending to be my makeup artist.

There were two famous good-for-nothings the gods loved to gossip about. One was me, Vera, the little princess of the Star Court, with most of my twin starblood ruined, good for nothing but eating, drinking, and playing. The other was my twin brother Orson. His life-fire was broken, and he was unable to stand being anywhere with too many people. But our eldest brother, Theron, was the next King of the Gods. Our second brother, Drake, was the Dragon Sovereign, who held every gold vein of the dragon clan in his hand. Our elder sister, Sylvia, was the heir to the Sacred Spring, the one art that could rekindle a dying life-fire. Our mother was the last High Priestess of the Court of Chaos, born able to carry different bloodlines of the gods. The day the star sea collapsed, Orson and I gave up most of our twin starblood to mend our siblings' fates. They lived. They became the three strongest elders the gods had ever known. And Orson and I became two cripples. Our days were simple: mooch meals off our eldest brother, spend our second brother's gold, and wait for our sister to feed us. That was until my sweet tooth carried me to a banquet thrown for Circe, the woman everyone said would become our eldest brother's bride. At that banquet, Circe, the daughter of House Siren, held up one blurry memory echo and insisted it was me who had climbed into Lord Theron's carriage the night before, stealing her betrothal to the Divine Court. I explained patiently, "You've got the wrong person. That was my brother. And this is my brother too." Circe exploded on the spot. She used her power to cripple me all over again, and nearly killed Orson. "One shameless slut, one useless idiot. A match made in heaven." It wasn't until my brother and I lay barely breathing that my three siblings tore House Siren's wards to shreds, and the whole realm of the gods shook.

In the three years since I became Zander's mate, I've tried to kill myself ninety-nine times. Kidnapped by a rival pack in my youth, years of torture nearly destroyed me. I clawed my way back to the Crescent Moon Pack, only to find my place had been taken by an adopted daughter, Vivian. My Beta parents doted on her, and my fated mate—the Alpha himself—had eyes only for her. I begged them, told them my kidnapping and my suicide attempts weren't accidents, but all I ever heard was: "Ember, you're delusional. You just wandered off and got lost." "You tried to drown yourself in the river." The people closest to me, and not one of them believed me. Until the ninety-ninth time. Another "suicide." When I woke up three days later, I rubbed my aching head. My eyes were vacant, my own gaze foreign to me. I had forgotten who I was, forgotten the humiliation I'd endured, forgotten the desperate girl who had thrown away her dignity for a scrap of her Alpha's affection. At the pack ceremony, while everyone waited for me to fawn pathetically over Zander, a single tear slid down my cheek for reasons I couldn't comprehend. I wiped it away and, under the shocked stares of the entire pack, announced calmly: "Zander," my voice was steady. "I don't love you anymore. So I, Ember of the Crescent Moon Pack, hereby reject you as my mate." "This little act again?" Zander sneered, his eyes glinting with the same casual contempt they always held for me. But he didn't know. This time, I was leaving him for good. It wasn't until I vanished completely that the ones who'd never believed me were the ones who truly went mad.

Lydia, 22 year old, beautiful and brave woman who was taken by her Aunt after her parents sudden death. Life hasn't being going on smoothly for her, a cheating boyfriend and her insecurities. One day, Lydia found out all her life has been a life as she found out the reason behind her parents death. On her way to report to the police station, she was taken by unknown and upon all struggle, she was thrown down the sea only to wake up finding a stranger as her savior

The final installment to our favorite family from Flatonia, Texas... Daisy Daisy’s wedding is finally about to happen after a failed attempt in years past, mostly from her leaving Rand at the altar. Convinced, finally that Rand really wants a future with her, despite their past, she is ready and willing to tie the knot with her leatherman from down under. But when she finds some long legged, blonde Aussie hugging and kissing on Rand, this betrayal has thrown her off. When push comes to shove, will there be a funeral instead of a wedding at the Triple K?