Under And Alone Book Novels & Stories

Master Gao Qiang was one the most strongest fhter in China. He was really good at martial arts. Master Qiang also had some secret ss. Two of his students wanted to him to get the book of his secret ss. But master Qiang gave the book to his another student and told her to run away.

The head which was expected to be held high to bear the crown of a princess, was bowed down in fear. The eyes which always saw love and care were forced to see blood and tears. The lips which were always smiling were quivering with horror and nightmare. The hands which were always held by her parents for safety and care, were now alone to shudder rapidly in fear. With time all wounds disappeared but their marks continued to boil her blood in vengeance for those who brought her here. The royal blood running in her veins will not let her stop till she has punished all those who played unfair. The girl was Ezra Grey Allistair and she was going to be everyone's worst nightmare. With eyes as blue as thunder and hair as dark as night. She was the resurrection of the strongest known wolf to exist. She was the thunder wolf. *Could be read stand alone.

"Tell me you don’t feel the same way," Xavier murmured, his dark eyes locked on mine. "Tell me you don’t feel your heart racing every time you see me. Tell me you don’t think about me for hours, imagining things… imagining me touching you. Tell me you don’t feel jealous when you see me with another girl who isn’t you." He stepped closer, his lips curling into that infuriating smirk. "Tell me, Princess," he whispered. My throat went dry. My words stuttered. "I… I don’t feel anything for you," I barely managed. "You're such a terrible liar," he said, his grin darkening. ••• Everything changed the night my father died. Six months later, my mother’s whirlwind engagement brought me here — to his mansion, to his world, to him. Xavier Knight: arrogant, reckless and rebellious. The one person I shouldn’t want. The one person I can’t stop noticing. He’s not supposed to be mine. I’m not supposed to want him. And yet… every glance, every word, every heartbeat pulls me closer to danger.

No one has seen his face but everyone has heard about him. Where ever his name is called, the result is absolute and complete destruction. He is known to wipe out an entire pack in just few minutes, and never ever has been there a survivor to tell what exactly happened there. Sone say he attacks Alpha's, others say he targets rogues. But no one knows who will be his next target. They say sky gets covered by dark clouds before he arrives and thunder strikes the ground he stands. The werewolf council declared him the most wanted wolf in the entire werewolf world with the order of kill in sight. If only they could get him in sight. With sight of an eagle, speed of lightning and roar of thunder. He was the most powerful wolf ever known to exist. He was the thunder wolf. Or should I say she?

On the fourth day after our son died, I decided to end my military marriage. Before that, I spent three days taking care of what remained of him. On the first day, I tricked my wife into signing the cremation papers. On the second day, I went to my son's school and collected the textbooks he never had the chance to use. On the third day, I prepared a table full of his favorite dishes and begged my wife to come home so we could celebrate his birthday one last time. She agreed. Then she turned around, claimed she had a mission, and spent the entire night setting off fireworks with her childhood sweetheart. That night, I sat beside my son's memorial photo and ate alone. The next day, she came home looking guilty and handed me a brand new backpack. She said it was a gift for our son to use at school. She did not know that our child would never live to see his first day of school.

"I like her," I said as I sat across from my mother unable to keep the frustration from boiling over. "Like who?" "Callie," I admitted, my chest tightening as I said her name. Her expression froze for a moment before she set the papers aside and leaned forward. "You’re joking, right? Callie is your brother’s girlfriend." "I don’t care," I snapped. "I can’t stand seeing him with her. She should be mine, and I’m not going to just sit back and watch them together." "Well, well. This is interesting." She sat back, steepling her fingers. "You really want her all to yourself?" "More than anything," I confessed. A slow smile crept across her face, and it sent a chill down my spine. "Don’t worry. I have a plan.” Whatever she had in mind, I knew it wouldn’t be simple. But if it meant having Callie… I was willing to do whatever it took. **************** Callie was given a choice by her new boss: either lose her job or act as his escort for his family’s Christmas and New Year celebrations, pretending to be his girlfriend. Left with no other option, she reluctantly agrees to be his escort but what she doesn’t realize is that she’s walking straight into a trap. Dive into a story of love, betrayal, romance, suspense, and a Christmas miracle. Second Chances Under the Tree is a gripping and intriguing read that will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last page.

After I got pregnant, I witnessed my boyfriend's grandmother's death. She left behind a secret, and now, everyone who knows that secret is dead. First, it was my boyfriend's father who died. My boyfriend's mother followed soon after. Lastly, my boyfriend died too. He ended his life by overdosing right before my eyes. The media went wild. They dug obsessively for the truth. Again and again, the police summoned me for questioning. Online hate toward me was overwhelming. Everyone wants to know what the secret is. People claim I cursed my boyfriend's entire family to death, just to keep the secret to myself. I stay silent, never saying a word in defense of myself. On the seventh day after my boyfriend had passed, I spot someone at his funeral. At that moment, I place my hand on my swollen belly. I am utterly calm and at peace. It is time for me and my child to die too.

Reborn into a new life, the first thing I did was call off my marking ceremony with Alexander. I even handed the Luna Crown over to my younger sister, Lilith. I deliberately engineered every opportunity for them to be alone, quietly stepping out of their way. I did it because in our past life, we were husband and wife. Yet, when I was old, bedridden, and drawing my final breaths, he never visited me once. Instead, he spent every single day by Lilith's side. Only later did I discover that he had been sleeping with her behind my back. They had even had pups together. On my deathbed, he actually fell to his knees and begged me, with sickening devotion, to dissolve our bond so he could finally fulfill his "true love" with my sister. Now that I’ve been given a second chance, my only wish is to go somewhere he can never reach me.

“I never loved you, You are the one forced yourself on to me” His words shattered her world as she held on tightly to the report in her hands Astrid gets betrayed by her husband who went back to his first love after taking all she had but that isn't the worst to happen She gets into an accident before even getting the chance to plot her revenge. But is that really the end? Crawling out from the deepest part of hell now as the lady under the mask, waiting patiently in anticipation for the day she will finally get her revenge

Elara Moretti never dreamed her wedding would feel like a funeral. Given away by the only family she’s ever known, she’s forced into a cold, loveless marriage to Mateo Navarro—the feared heir to a powerful mafia empire. He’s everything she was taught to fear: ruthless, dominant, and utterly unbothered by the tears of a wife he never wanted. In the Navarro estate, silence is survival. So Elara learns to be silent. He humiliates her in front of his mistresses. She lowers her head. He uses her as a symbol of control. She pretends not to feel. But every day in Mateo’s home chips away at the girl Elara used to be. Elara may look fragile... but something inside her refuses to break. And while Mateo rules his world with an iron fist, he’s about to learn that not every pawn stays in place. Because the most dangerous kind of woman… is the one who learns to watch, wait, and never forget.