Voice Of Snapped

“I can’t love her. I don’t have it in me to love her. I can give Aliza everything in my power, but I couldn’t love her,” Caspian confessed the truth to his friend. Aliza, who had entered Caspian’s room, heard the painful truth. Her heart shattered from his betrayal. By the time they noticed her standing at the door, it was already too late. “Aliza, please, let me explain,” Caspian begged, but she stopped him. The pain in her eyes was sharper than any blade, cutting straight through his heart. “What you want to explain Caspian?” she snapped, anger and heartbreak lacing her words. “That you’re too much of a coward to admit the truth? That you let me believe we had something real.. that you love me?” her voice breaking at the end as she tried to control her tears and left from there. ________________________ Aliza, a Fae Princess, has spent her life under her mother’s strict rules, unaware of the powerful destiny waiting for her. Her world shifts when she meets Caspian, the mysterious Alpha of the Black Moon Pack, who saves her life and awakens feelings she’s never known. Caspian, scarred by the loss of his first love, has closed his heart to the world—until Aliza’s arrival shatters his defenses. She’s both fierce and fragile, pulling him into a bond neither can explain. While Aliza uncovers her hidden wolf nature and Caspian confronts his painful past, they faced betrayal of their family and secrets that threaten to tear them apart. Their love, already fragile, was on the verge of destruction. Can they mend their broken hearts or will the wounds they carry push them apart forever?

Luke moved then. Fast. Too fast. One second he was across the room, the next he was in front of her, towering over her like a wall of heat and fury. His hands came up, gripping her arms not gently, not cruelly, but with a force that said he was one second from shattering. “You think I don’t fight for you every damn day?” His voice was low, dangerous, vibrating with something raw. “You think I don’t take bullets for you behind the scenes? Every single move I make is to keep you breathing, Abigail. So don’t you dare stand there and act like I’m doing nothing.” Her breath hitched, but the anger didn’t stop burning. “Then say it to her. Say it to their faces instead of hiding behind silence like a coward!” Something snapped in his eyes then something sharp and blazing. And before Abigail could blink, his mouth was on hers. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was a collision hard, punishing, desperate. All the rage, the fear, the need that had been coiling between them exploded like fire. Abigail gasped against him, her hands going up to his chest, meaning to push him away except she didn’t. Just couldn’t. Because the second his tongue slid against hers, the second his body pressed flush against hers, every bone in her body melted. Luke growled low in his throat, a sound that made heat curl deep in her belly. He spun her, slamming her gently but firmly against the wall, his hands framing her face as he devoured her mouth like he’d been starving for years.

"You wouldn't dare!" David spat, his eyes filled with anger as he glared down at Rihanna. It was that intimidating look, the kind that made men tremble and women flee. But not Rihanna. She met his gaze with equal intensity, her chin raised defiantly. "You know me better than to say that." she retorted, her voice dripping with determination. "You're mine!" David growled, his grip tightening on her shoulders, forcefully pinning her against the wall. "Mine, and no one else’s.” "I don't belong to you. I'm not some possession!" Rihanna snapped back, her anger palpable. She despised it whenever David asserted his control over her. “Yes you do. You are mine and listen to me princess, I promise you that any man who as much as touches your hair wouldn’t live to tell the tale.” ******* In a world of power, passion and danger, David, a ruthless billionaire and leader of an underground drug cartel, commands fear and respect. With his irresistible charm and stunning looks, he effortlessly captivates those around him. Meanwhile, Rihanna, a computer whiz seeking freedom from her controlling ex-boyfriend, finds herself drawn to a mysterious stranger at a nightclub. Little does she know, he's not just any man - he's David, her ex's uncle and the enigmatic head of a feared criminal empire. In an act of revenge for her friend, Rihanna unknowingly sets off a chain of events that threatens to bring down a multibillion-dollar corporation, not realizing that the man she spent the night with is its owner. Fleeing for her life, she escapes the country, only to return two years later and come face to face with her fate. As their paths intertwine once again, Rihanna realizes that her life is about to be plunged into a fiery abyss.

"Why are you sorry right now? what do you want to prove? I asked him grabbing his collar. After torturing me beyond the level you are calling those things love!! Listen Mr Raghabhan, you are a sadistic psycho who found pleasure in my agony. So, don't call those things love. I won't forgive you ever. Just get lost from here. I don't even want to see your disgusting face," I said all this looking directly into his eyes. He tried to say something but I cut his sentence in the middle and again snapped," Remember one thing, I will never forgive you. I will be a shame in the name of woman if I forgive my rapist." Hearing me he was silent for a few moments and kneeled in front of me. I can see regret in his both eyes. He said joining his hand," Just forgive me for once". Seeing him I didn't even feel pity for him. I said anger dripping from my voice," If you ever considered me as a human than leave me in my condition and never come back." . . . Arunima is a single mother who is leading her life with her twin children. The nightmares from her past always bother her making her condition worse. On the other hand, Anirudh is leading his life with guilt for committing sins that he has committed in the past. Join Arunima and Anirudh's journey of vengeance, love, regret and be a part of their journey. Warning- Trigger warning scene ahead. Kindly read at your own risk. Underage readers aren't allowed to read it. English isn't my first language so forgive me for grammatical errors.

"Arise, my Luna." His voice rang in the air and sent shivers down my spine. I looked down at the ground, slowly rising to my feet while holding my breath.  "My name is Clair, Alpha Aeon." I answered respectfully, but I refused to look at him. Frustration rolled off of his aura before it changed into anger. I swallowed hard as bile threatened to rise from my throat.  "Have I done anything to despise you?" His hand snaked around my nape as he took one step closer. "My wolf is so close to marking you, Clair. I can assure you, it'll be painful. I'm the only one standing in the way. Submit, and we'll make it less painful." He moved his hand to my jaw, forcing me to look at him. "Look at me. You'll be mine! And I will make sure all others before me are forgotten." I closed my eyes, and the tears fell from my eyes. I was already losing this battle. I took a deep breath, ready to nod my head, when a ferocious growl marred the air, shaking the ground where I stood.  "I dare you to touch what's mine!" I snapped my eyes open, turning in the direction of the threat. He's here.  He came for me.  My Alpha came for me.  ¤¤¤¤¤ ALPHA JACOB GALHART of the Black Shadow Pack never wanted a mate. He has led his pack for years without a Luna and was content to remain that way. But it was time to produce an heir. Not wanting to find his mate, he set his eyes on this one female, Clair Montrell.  He thought he had everything planned out until she turned out to be the fated mate he never wanted. But would he be able to let her go?

On our wedding night, my wife demanded that I wear a blindfold. She said her body was meant only for her true love. The words hit me like a bucket of ice water, and I snapped, "Are you my wife or his?" She shot back even louder, defiance blazing in her eyes. "I married you. Does that mean I have to show you my body? Coercion is still coercion, even in marriage. My body is only for Matt to see because you simply don't deserve it." Later, she said she wanted to truly be my wife. I found myself thinking she wasn't worthy anymore.

Every April Fools' Day, my boyfriend joined his childhood friend in the same cruel prank, pretending to propose to me. Last year, I slipped the ring onto my finger, my heart full of hope. Suddenly, the mechanism snapped tight. Pain shot through my hand, and I cried out. He apologized afterward and promised that, this year, the proposal would be real. As such, I arrived carefully dressed, believing him. Instead, I was met with a face full of cake. He reached out gently, wiping the cream from my face as if it were nothing more than a harmless joke. However, this time, I took a step back. After six disappointments, I chose to walk away. So why was it that, in the end, he was the one consumed by regret?

At the age when I should have been attending university, I was framed by my biological parents and sent to prison. My sister had been cruelly killed by her kidnappers when she tried to save me, and they blamed me for her death. On the day of my release, I was kidnapped and had one of my ears cut off. When I found the opportunity, I immediately called my father, asking him to save me. Instead, he snapped, saying, “You’re no longer my son! Don’t contact me!” I was then burned alive. After I died, my sister returned. However, when my parents found out that the charred corpse was mine, the family crumbled.

I was halfway through a sad cafeteria lunch when a livestream popped up: [Ring toss—whoever lands it gets the dog.] Onscreen, Alverton University's rich-boy squad cracked up, betting on who'd "own" me. Adrian Locke, the student council golden boy, flicked his ring. It landed dead center on my nameplate. "One month. Let's see which owner the little bitch wags her tail for." I closed the stream. Right then, a text from my dad lit up my phone: [Sweetheart, have you chosen your fiancé candidate?] I smirked, snapped a screenshot of the stream, and sent it. [Evaluation complete. All four disqualified.]

It began with blood. The first rogue attack left the Hollow Moon Pack in ruins, its warriors slaughtered, its Alpha gravely wounded, and its heir, Silver White, desperate enough to cross into forbidden rogue territory in search of help. That’s where she met him. Arthur, the untamed Alpha of the Rogues, was born unwanted, raised in ash, and crowned in blood. He didn’t trust pack wolves. He didn’t believe in mates. And he certainly didn’t want her. But the moment her scent hit him like wildfire laced with moonlight, the bond snapped into place. And Arthur shattered it. Coldly. Publicly. Without hesitation. “You’re not mine,” he said. “You never will be.”