Villains Destined To Die

Die drei Richter-Brüder, für die ich einst das Wichtigste im Leben gewesen sein soll – ausgerechnet als ich unter einem bösartigen Hirntumor litt, waren sie nirgendwo zu finden. Die Operation könnte zu Gedächtnisverlust führen. Ich wollte sie nicht vergessen, also rief ich sie an und bat um Hilfe. Doch kaum war die Verbindung hergestellt, prasselten ihre Beschimpfungen auf mich ein: „Lena, heute ist Vanessas Geburtstag! Musst du uns ausgerechnet jetzt Ärger machen?“ Vor Schmerzen verlor ich das Bewusstsein. Als ich im Krankenhaus wieder aufwachte, sah ich eine Nachricht von Vanessa auf meinem Handy. „Lena, die Brüder haben mir drei Schutzamulette geschenkt, um mich zu beschützen!“ Auf dem Foto waren die drei Schutzamulette zu sehen – dieselben, für die ich sieben Stunden lang im strömenden Regen Schritt für Schritt niedergekniet war und jedes Mal meinen Kopf zur Erde gesenkt hatte, um sie für die Brüder zu erbitten. Endlich gab ich auf. Ich ging allein ins Ausland, ließ mich operieren und vergaß sie. Bis ich eines Tages drei fremde Männer vor meiner Haustür knien sah, die mich wie von Sinnen um Vergebung anflehten.

What do you do when the mate you love gets another she-wolf pregnant after a drunken night? This is my new reality. In the face of this, he firmly said, "Keep the pup, and we can still go back to how things were." I could not believe my ears. Shaking my head, I asked him to choose. "Between me and the pup, who do you choose?" I said to him. All I got was silence. His blank face broke me. I could not believe he couldn’t answer. But his silence was enough of an answer for me. So I left, and he regretted it.

I was with Marco, the New York Mafia heir, for seven years. He never told his family about me. But when I walked in on a wedding rehearsal and saw the groom embracing the bride-to-be. It was Marco! "Her fiancé's held up in Italy. I'm just a stand-in," he told me, but his eyes never left her. "You're the best wedding planner in New York. This wedding has to be flawless." But I saw something in his eyes I'd never seen before. A possessiveness that bordered on resentment. Isabella, the bride, hated every idea I had for her. In the end, Marco told me to give her the wedding I'd spent five years designing for myself. "Our wedding can wait. I'll give you something bigger, I promise. It's just a plan, Sophia. It's what you do. Giving it to a client should be easy, right?" He didn't know. It wasn't just a plan. It was my dying wish. In the end, I gave him what he wanted, quietly preparing to die. Later, he went mad, kidnapping the world’s best doctors—risking a global manhunt—all to save me.

Lovely Mendoza is a simple and invisible girl in her society. People may not always notice her unless she's doing something ungrateful. She thought that all people unlike her except her mom who always sees her good deeds, and believes that someday she will be a great person. Until Lovely meets Irma, Agnes and Prim the three girls have been Jake's (ex) girlfriends at the same time. Wanting them to have a revenge to Jake who broke their hearts, they use Lovely to make Jake fall for her and then break the playboy's heart.

The day my birth parents found me, the reunion banquet they threw turned into their funeral. My parents and their adopted daughter, Leila, died of food poisoning that night. The only one who survived was my older brother, Alpha Kian. He didn’t like sweets, so he never touched the cake. The cake that I handed to them myself. “So you want to take Leila’s place. “You’re just jealous because she got all our love! “She was the only one who ever accepted you, and you still killed her!” Those were Kian’s exact words as he shouted at me right outside the hospital room. From that day on, I became a sinner. To make up for it, I barely slept four hours a night and worked five jobs just to buy back the villa the rival pack seized during the chaos. However, the day I finally saved up enough, I saw my dead parents throwing a birthday party for Leila in that very villa. Kian stood among them, looking at her with a warmth I didn’t recognize. My mother said, “Isn’t today also Lily’s birthday? It’s been eight years. Maybe it’s time to forgive her.” However, Kian didn’t hesitate to refuse. “No. Even though Leila sniffed out the wolfsbane and saved you, we agreed that Lily gets ten years. “We can’t risk her ever trying to poison Leila again. Not even a day less.” I clutched the diagnosis paper from the clinic tightly and laughed through my tears. I knew I wouldn’t get to ten years. I was already dying.

"I don't have anything to say to you Alpha." I said as I stared at him currently glaring at me. "Neveah you don't understand so don't act like you do." he said in frustration. "I dont mean to offend you Alpha Axel but I have no clue what your talking about." "Don't act like you don't know we're mates," he said in irritation. I tilted my head to the side knowing I was getting under his skin. "Mate's or not. You are no longer mine. So please Alpha King, escort yourself out," I said with a blank stare. I faced my back to him feeling the anger rolling off him in waves. I wasn't the one at fault here. It was all him.

For years, Alpha Lucas taunted and was cruel to Clara, making her feel so less of herself. As a result of this, she became weak, and there was nothing she could do to go against the powerful Alpha who liked making her life a living hell. Eventually, Clara escaped and fell off a cliff. She was presumed dead by Lucan, but she survived. Five years later, Clara returned. A string a fierce Omega, she wasn't the timid lady he once knew, and she is determined to seek her revenge. To make Lucas pay for the things he had done to her. However, fate has other plans for her. A revelation comes into play and she finds out that she is tied to Lucas by a made bond, making their destinies become one. Clara struggles to reconcile her hatred for Lucas, she begins to develop feelings for the man she never thought she would whenever he is so close to her. Can Clara truly hate the man who once made her life a living hell knowing that her heart is now bound to his?

Meine Adoptivschwester Hanna Bauer wurde beim Pharmaziewettbewerb durch das Elixier, das sie mir gestohlen hatte, schlagartig berühmt. Niemand hatte geahnt, dass dieser Wettbewerb eigentlich zur Brautschau für den von Geburt an zeugungsunfähigen, grausam hässlichen Schlangenprinzen diente. Noch in derselben Nacht überbrachte die Schlangensippe ein Heiratsangebot: Man verlangte die Bestienfrau, die dieses Elixier gebraut habe, zur Gemahlin. Mein Verlobter geriet außer sich vor Panik und vollzog noch in derselben Nacht mit Hanna die Bindung. Als die Sache besiegelt war, schwang Hanna triumphierend ihre Hüften und zeigte mir das wolförmige Siegel auf ihrem unteren Rücken. „Dein Verlobter gehört jetzt mir... Was wirst du nur tun, Lea? In drei Tagen bist du fünfundzwanzig – wenn dich niemand heiratet, wirst du einfach irgendeinem gewalttätigen, heimatlosen Bestienkrieger zugeteilt.“ Doch sie irrte sich. Ich hatte eine andere Wahl. Ich ging zu unseren Eltern, die im Empfangssaal die von Hanna verursachte Misere ausbügeln mussten. „Wenn sie den Schlangenprinzen nicht heiraten will – dann nehme ich ihn!“

There are things about endings and beginnings that we can’t control. They were misunderstood in their past lives for killing their own family and have now been given a chance to live again. They found love and care in each other. But the curse lured them, and it has to be broken. They found themselves in that situation again. Will they make the same mistake or take all the risks to change what happened before?

A pack full of hatred… A pack of mercilessness… A pack where treasures are hidden…yet, stones are being gathered. A pack full of secrets.. The Lycan's hidden treasure! A pack where DOOM looms, and solutions are being sorted for, hoping and trusting for a lasting one, aged long secrets are discovered; secrets meant to be kept hidden till eternity, yet, there was no discovery till the time was right. ~~~~~~~ While the clock ticked, there was one thing I could do. To pour out my pain. So I fell into writing, communicating my feelings through my very own pen. I write this with thick pain spreading across the walls of my heart as I count every second I would be called to get slaughtered like an actual animal, just to increase the fertility of the land, and make the general Alpha, prosper more abundantly… This is my journey. From me, Chosan, the Alpha's Destined Slave, to you whom I cry to for prayers until I'm ripe to be plucked. And chopped. All Rights Reserved Copyright 2022 CHOSAN: ALPHA'S DESTINED SLAVE