Void Reincarnation

Happiness is the only emotion a broken soul can't seem to experience. They can only dream of it and hopefully find serenity to fill the void, with the hopes of one day being able to feel it in their being. Akaiia Bleau Stepanova, is she destined to feel this brokenness forever or does her initial definition even begin to cover what true brokenness feels like? Let the flames of life and death drain my essence. An evil thought that grinds in my brain since I heard of my sentence. A bitterness that made himself at home inside of me. Sometimes I just wish I could change my fate, but yes it is just wishful talk. My story is one full of emotion. Treason, hate, love and pretend. A wild combination, you might say. .... "I do." She says with the most beautiful smile, one that even reaches her eyes. One so rare and truly beautiful to witness. "Aiden River King, what is your answer? Do you take Akaiia Bleau Stepanova as your lawful wedded wife?" The priest questions. As soon as I'm about to answer a voice I remember to clearly ego's through the church walls. ... The tears staining her eyes are like daggers in my chest.

Kyra de Leta, everyone knew the name as she was the infamous villaness daughter of the Duke. Meeting her death at the hands of her very own childhood friend, all she could think of was what she had done wrong to end up in such a pitiful state. Closing her eyes to meet her end, she awakes 10 years back in time. Could it be fate? Or maybe Karma has decided to use her again . Whatever the case, as the villainess who knows what the future holds, she will do everything in her power to live a different life that ensures everyone who betrayed and pushed her into becoming a villainess meets a more pitiful end than she did in her former life.

Rula Vivian Sterne, a twenty-five year old college student who got lost in the Rumbio Forest. Rula is injured on the way, the woman doesn't know that she has Emer's Blood. The woman is being hunted by various vampire dynasties. Until a very strange strange man saved his life. That man is Darius Ransom, the leader of the wolf clan who has been waiting for his partner's reincarnation after three hundred years of waiting. "Jenia," the boy called softly. “What to the hell? Who do you call Jenia?” Rula shook her head. “You, Jenia,” said the man confusedly.

“Don’t I mean anything to you?” Amelia asked, tears running down her chin. “I want a son and it is your job to give me one.” “And if I don't?” Hunter smiled, his face void of any emotions. “You will wish you were never born.” ****************************************************** When Amelia Summers, an orphan who was maltreated by her stepfather after her mother’s death was put up for auction in the slave market, she was overjoyed with hope for freedom. To her, anything was better than living with her stepfather. But her hopes were dashed when she was bought by the cruelest Alpha king of all times, Hunter. He was crueler than her stepfather was. And worse, her freedom was only guaranteed if she gave him a son. When she discovers he is her mate, Amelia is hopeful once again that their bond might bring a change in her circumstances but she realizes that Hunter doesn't even know it. After waiting endlessly for him to treat her like his mate, Amelia runs away to protect her child. Some time has passed and now Hunter regrets his actions and wants to make it up to Amelia but could it be too late? Will her heart belong to another already?

As the reincarnation of the first werewolf, Kendra is prophesied to be divinity and to share her powers with her mate. While she only wants to be happy, some in the world wish to use her for their own gain, going so far as to torture her into submission. This is the beginning of Kendra's tale and her journey to freedom, to healing, and to becoming the young goddess she was meant to be over one thousand years ago.

Calista Harmony had it all—beauty, magic, authority, and wealth. Yet with just a single wish, her crown fell, together with everything that she possessed for being the successor of the throne. No more jail dressed like castle. She's no longer married to a jerk dressed as prince. No more formidable control, and pretension, and life that is not for her to decide. Waking up in a completely different world, it seems like her prayers were answered by the heavens, bestowed on her the life she never had. She's free! But . . . what is this parching breeze enveloping her body as her gaze scans this foul-smelling, stingy place? She took her time to absorb what's happening, and it didn't last long. "I'm in a stable . . . " she murmured, looking at the horses lined in rows, left and right. "No way!" Her voice sounded like a loud thunder after minutes of blinking and convincing herself that these are nothing but a joke. The feet. The fur. The tail. "I ran away from being a princess just to be a . . . horse?"

“Strip.” He ordered simply, his eyes boring tentatively, “I'll not give you the liberty of picking up your clothes if you will not do as you're told.” “You married me to get revenge on me!” I spat, angrily. “You are not supposed to have any carnal knowledge of me, I won't let it happen.” He smiled. The same smile that cuts across his lips yet doesn't reach his face. “You want me to have sex with you?” “Isn't that what you mean by stripping?” I asked, confusion boldly written on my face. A loud, dry mocking laugh from him almost made me wish for death. “No wife.” He whispered, standing up from the bed towards me. “I don't want to see any of my properties on you in my house, I want you tattered and extremely void, I want to see what you will do when you're all bare before me.” I stumbled backwards at the hatred in his voice. “I want to see you at your lowest, Now strip!”

Valentino Veldiar is an elusive bachelor. His name is well-known in the Falkor City, a billionaire with so much power and wealth, and not to mention that every single person that had the luck to see him from afar swears that he looks like a god who descended to the world. But they don't know his secret. Valentino Veldiar is the last dragon shifter alive. He practically built the city. He was there from every generation there is. He had lived thousands of years, cursed from the love he can’t have. And, as he tries to live a normal life, Lucille Cales appears, the woman who has been reincarnated several times and Valentino's true love—if only they weren't cursed by fate and circumstances that make it difficult for them to be together. As Valentino tries his best to avoid Lucille, Lucille finds herself getting attracted to her elusive boss. But will fate give them a different ending?

Skye Harris, a 24-year-old with nothing to her name except an old Subaru wagon and now a gothic style Victorian home that she bought at a Memphis house auction. She is determined to rebuild her life after wasting 6 years in an abusive relationship. While working on renovations of her new home, she begins to feel another presence. Jesse Martin has been alone in his old family home for some time. Some families have come and gone. Even some businesses as well. However, when a dark-haired beauty enters through the front door of his home, he is surprised to find that she can see and touch him. The two occupants of this old Victorian home begin to form a connection that bridges the space between the world of the living and the spirit world.

She caught her mate in bed with her sister. Neither of them looked remorseful. Rage, heartbreak, and betrayal surged through her. She packed her things and severed the bond with her mate. Then she left for the north-To the Red Blood Moon Pack, with one goal in mind: To seduce her ex-mate’s uncle. But instead..she turned out to be his fated mate. And everything was going in her favor. She would use the uncle to get what she wanted Not fall in love. After all, her ex’s blood ran in this man’s veins. But the mate bond has other plans. [From The Story] “Fvck,” Serra moaned as her ex-mate’s uncle shoved his large d**k into her, it was ecstasy. Only pleasure. His eyes were locked on hers....It reminded her of her ex, but there was softness in them, like he wanted her, like he needed her. Her first goal was complete. But now, her mind was fogged with pleasure. “Ahhhhhh,” he hit that spot again, and her head fell back in bliss. “Hmm, ahhh,” she moaned, Their gaze deep. He was big. Hard. She could feel everything inside her. Her grip tightened on his bare back, nails digging into him. She hadn’t heard him say a word, only his eyes, those deep, unreadable eyes, stared straight into her soulThen, the memory hit. Her ex-mate. The betrayal. Tears she had held back now streamed freely. She had given him everything, only to be thrown aside like she was nothing. It hurt so damn bad. His thrusts grew rougher. She screamed, It hurt, but she still felt every inch of him. Her legs trembled, sore and stretched. “Please,” she begged, her voice cracking. “Then don’t think of him” he growled. “Think of me.”