Unheard Cries

My younger twin sister, Emma Lawson, is everyone's favorite because she is sickly. A snowstorm traps us on the mountain and the rescue helicopter arrives with room for only one more. I have terminal cancer and am ready to let Emma take my place. Then she suddenly clutches her head and cries that she feels dizzy. My whole family rushes to her side and together they push her into the cabin. My husband, Leon Ziegler, touches my fractured arm and says, "Sarah, you'll have to wait for the next helicopter." My daughter, Daria Ziegler, even throws a snowball at me. "Aunt Emma is sicker than you. Stop trying to take her spot." Only when the helicopter takes off do I see Emma pressed against the window, smugly sticking her tongue out. She has been lying the whole time. When I am finally rescued, the doctors tell me I have three days left to live. I decide to trade everything I own for a small piece of my family's affection.

I was a mermaid from the deep sea. Out of curiosity and playfulness, I was caught by a fisherman and endured unbearable torment. Just when I was on the brink of death, Trevon Chapman happened to pass by and saved me. So, I gave up my identity as a mermaid princess, left the ocean behind, and followed him into the human world. For five years after our marriage, Trevon granted my every wish and showered me with affection. I truly believed I had found a safe harbor I could depend on for the rest of my life—until fate struck with its cruelest blow. Trevon's childhood sweetheart had fallen gravely ill, and only a mermaid’s tail could save her. I begged him desperately, but he responded with chilling indifference. "You're only losing your legs. Corinne is losing her life. Are you really that heartless? You're just going to watch her die?" "Besides, you can’t return to the sea anymore. That tail means nothing to you now. From now on, I’ll be your legs." After the surgery, I sat in a wheelchair, running my hand over the empty fabric where my legs should have been, and calmly demanded a divorce. Trevon pulled Corinne into his arms, sneering. "You're neither human nor fish now—a monster. Without me, the only road left for you is death." Yet in the end, when I transformed back into a mermaid and leapt into the sea, his cries and desperate sobs echoed across the waves.

My stepson, Lucas Lincoln, is trapped in a fire. After calling the fire brigade, I quickly ring my husband, Jasper Lincoln. Jasper is the leader of a search-and-rescue team, after all. But to my dismay, Jasper is currently keeping his ex-wife, Yvonne Schmidt, company. Yvonne has won the "Forensic Doctor of the Year" award, and so they are out celebrating it. My phone calls are rejected again and again. Jasper never once calls me back, even after Lucas' cries for help disappear entirely. By the time the fire brigade arrives to quell the flames, Lucas has been burned to a crisp. I tell Jasper what happened to our son, but he only gleefully says, "He was nothing but a troublemaker who'd contribute nothing to society. If he's dead, then so be it. This way, he won't grow up to become a menace. "Yvonne happens to be giving a public talk tomorrow and is still in need of a specimen demonstrating burn injuries. She can use Noah's corpse for her demonstration since it's still fresh." I sneer. So Jasper thinks that my own son, Noah Green, is the one who died in the fire. I immediately send Lucas' blackened corpse to Yvonne's operating room.

A war . . " War does not determine who is right - only who is left. " A rivalry . . . " Tension, in the long run, is a more dangerous force than any feud known to man. " A lesson learned . . . " Everything does not happen according to a plan, and you learn your lessons the hard way. " That maybe sometimes, just sometimes, things are better left alone than changed. ------ The werewolves and vampire ( all of whom are, naturally, ridiculously sexy ) have been at war for centuries. The only end to this war is death. Unfortunately, the vampire crown prince, AKA the teenage dirtbag of his clan, and the alpha werewolf's daughter, the not so sweet-heart of her pack, have been meeting in secret to fight and show off along with the other teenagers in their groups. In the process, their mutual hatred/little rivalry turn into something more. But it is forbidden, unheard of, taboo, and very much unnatural for that to happen, well according to their parents.

Kate Horton tries to comfort a depressed patient with suicidal tendencies to make herself look good. However, all she does is aggravate the patient so much that he jumps off the building. Kate cries and says, "I only wanted him to know how much his mother loved him…" To help her get away with it, my boyfriend and professor conspire to make me her scapegoat. I'm cyberbullied, fired, and betrayed by everyone I know. In the end, the patient's family even push me off the balcony. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day when Kate tries to save the patient. I'm going to stop her—she's the one who deserves to die, not innocent others!

Grace Conner's life was a tapestry of tragedy. After losing her mother too soon, she became a prisoner in her own home, tormented by a cruel stepmother, ignored by her own father and a stepbrother who shattered her innocence. Everyone turned a blind eye to her torment, and ignored her cries for help, leaving her to endure years of abuse. When her stepbrother returned from abroad and tried to take what she refused to give, Grace did the unthinkable- she ran. Her desperate escape led her on the wedding aisle to marry a man, the world feared. Ruthless, powerful and unyielding, he was everything she should have avoided. The man provided her warmth, protection and a love so fierce, it shattered the chains of her past. He was ready to burn the world for her and he did.

Revenge. Other people think that this is a childish thing. An act that wasn't supposed to be done by mature people. If that is the point. . . so Zyxhiaxy is immature and childish for wanting to pay back those people who made her suffer? 3 years after that incident, she didn't shed a single tears while thinking that cries won't change a thing. It won't change anything that has been done even the pain that someone inflicted to you. This is the finest retribution of the girl who pledge to stick with her plan despite of the way of her heart reacted when Styx Syruis cracked a smile, and how it throbbed in pain when tears started to scroll in his lovely face.

Sighs, accompanied by small cries, continued to slip from Victoria's mouth. The stings that continued to give her pleasure often caused Victoria's hips to rise, as if she wanted to be completely satisfied by Alex. "I will never let you go, Victoria. So don't ever regret what we did today," he said with passionate eyes. Victoria tilted her face and returned Alex's gaze, which looked sexy in her eyes at the time. Then Victoria smiled and as she put her arms around Alex's neck she said, "Can I back out now that we've come this far Detective Thornfield?" A smile appeared on Victoria's already beautiful face. Love comes like unexpected rain. But pain is a predictable certainty. So it was with Alex and Victoria's love. A love that had to be prevented by all the rules. A love story that goes beyond human romance. A vampire version of Romeo and Juliet. What is the journey of this romance between two vampires from different clans? Experience the full story only in Shadows of Bloodlust.

I'm performing heart surgery when my "crimes" are announced through the hospital's speakers. The woman cries, "Dr. Maeve Thornton wrecked my family, seduced my husband, and chose to be with him despite knowing he was married! "She contacted my husband in private and operated on my five-year-old daughter when she was perfectly fine. She attempted murder during the surgery!" The woman is my husband's mistress, but she turns the tables on me and kicks the operation theater's door down with a group of people who think they're righteous. She curses at me and kicks the medical equipment over, wanting me to get on my knees and apologize. She and her entourage take my scalpel away, strip me of my scrubs, and even stab me with my scalpel. There's blood everywhere. I start laughing when my husband finally arrives. "So, this is the biggest surprise you've prepared for me, huh?"

We stood across from each other, with a bed in the middle. The bed was surrounded with golden pots of burning incense, the fragrance intoxicating. On one side of the bed stood a warrior wolf from my pack, and on the other side was a vampire from Diego's pride, both present to guard us. Chairs were set in both sides of the large room, with the werewolves occupying the right side and the vampires on the other side. Everyone stood when the head witches of the three covens arrived and took their seats adjacent to the two parties. " Creatures of the underworld, we have all gathered here to witness something spectacular, something unheard of, the mating of a vampire and a werewolf. These two from both sides have claimed to be mated to each other even though they are not of the same kind, so tonight, underneath the full moon, we shall witness them in bed to attest if the Moon Goddess truly destined them for each other. Let the drums roll!", one of the witches addressed everyone. The incense had aroused us . My were hard and erect, and I could clearly see the bulge in Diego's pants as he stood across. The drums signalled us to begin the mating process, and we got onto the bed. We gently , suppressing the urge to tear each other's clothes off. I felt a bit insecure and ashamed. I could literally feel my alpha's eyes on me and could only imagine the disdain that will be written on his face. Diego's father too was watching, together with their maester. Everyone we knew was there to watch us have and I just couldn't bring myself to feel comfortable. Most importantly, I couldn't help but wonder, what if we die mating?