We Re The Perfect Two Novels & Stories

"You can't run away from them, goddess." Albert's cold voice echoed in her ears, and Myra almost trembled with fear. "Then what should I do? Do you want me dead...! They will kill me" She cried. "They won't..." Albert said and Myra blinked in surprise. How could he be so sure? "They can't kill you, goddess and you don't have to run away from them" Then what do you want me to do? They are so dangerous and strong whereas I am just a human girl..." she cried in frustration. What else could she imagine? "You can never defeat them but you can Tame them..." Albert's words reverberated in Myra's ears as she unconsciously repeated them. "Tame them...!!" Is he serious? "Can you be more serious? We are talking about those two most powerful Alpha's out there not some cats or dogs... Who the hell could tame them??" Albert smiled. "No one else could but you can..." ******** Let's embark on the beautiful yet tough journey of a little human girl, Myra, in which she was introduced to the world of werewolves as the red stone goddess. How would be her life after that? Will she survive? Thank you for choosing my book. We authors need your support. A review, a comment even a like is appreciated. Thank you once again.❤💕

I left one dire situation and landed in another! Why can't fairies be sweet?! My name is Jessa, and I recently took a trip to Ancient Troy because I said, "I didn't believe in fairies," while sitting on a fairy hill, during a full eclipse. I was on vacation with my family in Ireland, and my sister Meena was with me on the hill when I was sucked through time! Now, I ripped through time again, landing in Ancient Pompeii. Right before Mount Vesuvius destroys the whole area! The best part? My Trojan Prince husband has a twin in Rome and has purchased me as a slave! Why couldn't I return to my own time! Do you want to hear some sound advice? Don't ever piss-off a fairy!

"Come on Haidan." Antoine murmured moving forward so that his face was getting dangerously close to mine. "I'm not that bad of a choice, am I?" "You..." I whispered as I felt a small flutter in my stomach at our close proximity. "You're getting too close." "Does it make you uncomfortable?" Antoine asked, allowing his breath to tickle my skin. "Or is it turning you on?" Meeting Antoine's gaze, I tried to determine the answer to his question myself. Was I uncomfortable? Or was I actually becoming turned on by this? If it was the latter, then was it because Antoine looked so much like Ashton? "I don't know." I responded as Antoine's face began to block out my vision. His lips touched mine with a feather-soft lightness, sending a tingle running through my body. Pulling away, his eyes began to search my face for any sign of argument against his actions. Satisfied that there was nothing there, he pressed his lips to mine again, this time much more firmly. Haidan had always found Ashton, the elder of the Alpha twins to be her knight in shining armor, especially after a near death experience when she was young. So enthralled she decided on a whim, to confess. That was the day her entire world came crashing down. Suffering from rejection, Haidan's best friend and the younger Alpha twin Antoine, proposes a deal to help Haidan forget her heartbreak. What will she choose? And would she come to regret that decision or thrive because of it?

My sister and I were both enslaved after the Great War and the defeat of humankind. But before long, my sister's striptease performance earned the Alpha lycan's favor, and they soon left, holding hands. On the other hand, I was taken away by a masked man unceremoniously after he left some money on the counter. However, no one expected the Alpha lycan to chew through my sister's throat during the full moon, while the masked man treasured me, pampering me with endless wealth and prestige. My sister turned into a vengeful spirit then and cursed me to death. When I opened my eyes again, we had both reincarnated to that fateful day. This time, my sister threw herself straight into the masked man's arms, sniffling as she begged, "Please love me?" Standing nearby, I laughed. After all, it was wonderful that I didn't have to be a vampire's walking blood pack in this life.

When my mother won a million dollars from a lottery ticket, she prepared an envelope for each of her three children. After we opened them, my younger brother and younger sister each found a bank card inside. But from my envelope, two 1-dollar coins clinked onto the floor. Seeing me freeze, a trace of unease flickered across Mother's face. "Cassian," she said hesitantly, "Logan and Sienna suffered a lot growing up because your father passed away so early. So I gave each of them 500 thousand dollars as compensation. "You're the eldest son—like a father to them. Don't fight with them over this, okay?" I glanced down at the faded down jacket I had worn for years, the fabric so worn that it had lost its color. Then, my eyes drifted to my younger brother's limited-edition sneakers and to the designer bag slung over my sister's shoulder. Mother seemed to have forgotten that when Father died, I had only been eight. I smiled faintly. "Alright. I won't fight them for it." Hearing this, Mother let out a long breath of relief. The next second, my voice turned cold. "Then I won't fight for the responsibility of supporting you in your old age either."

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."

When Levi Ezra and I got married, he had solemnly vowed he would love me for a lifetime. Seven years later, he got another woman pregnant — a woman he had so carefully tucked away in a luxurious estate, complete with everything money could buy for a perfect, pampered delivery. By the time I discovered the truth, his mistress's belly was already round and heavy. Her due date was just around the corner. Levi had hesitated — for barely a second — before instinctively shielding her behind him, as though I were some threat. He said, "Nikki, you're terrified of childbirth. Now that this baby is coming, the Ezra family will finally have an heir. You won't have to suffer anymore. We'll still be the same as before. Nothing will change." I clutched the freshly issued pregnancy report in my hand — the one confirming my own child — and let out a laugh so sharp and brittle that it shattered into tears. The day his mistress went into labor, I terminated my pregnancy. I left the divorce papers on his desk, packed my bags, and boarded the first flight to a foreign land.

Irish the unwanted child, has been marked as the daughter of traitors, and she has been suffering since a long time ago, she was the hybrid daughter of the werewolf witch turned 18, and the peak of suffering in her life was the abuse committed by her uncle, she tried to escape leaving all the wounds and memories that had tortured her since a long time ago. Until one day she met the Maxwell family and was appointed by that rich family, Irish continued to study diligently to get all the best things in her life, but the presence of the two sons from the Maxwell family entirely changed her life, Sergio Maxwell and Anthony Romano. The two sons of a conglomerate who inherited a large company and also have an intense love only for the Irish, this becomes an unavoidable conflict between them, until the relationship and their love bond are stronger for the one woman they are fighting for, namely Irish. She can feel deeply in love, disappointment, betrayal, healing for her soul, and falling in love again, after many obstacles she has to face. Sergio and Romano have the same feelings for the Irish and with their werewolf's abilities, they can see that the Irish are their mate, how can they do this if both fall in love with the same woman? And of course, the strongest will survive and Sergio also tries to protect Ireland from all the dangers that have occurred in her life with many conflicts that have occurred.

~ SORA HELL MORGATHOR ~ Since my appointment to the throne, my cousin on paper has fully embraced the role of archnemesis, dedicating every breath to my downfall. He is a walking tantrum in a tailored suit, still crying about a crown that was never going to fit his head anyway. My life wasn’t perfect, but ever since I was adopted into the Hell Morgathor family, staying alive has become a full-time hobby, mostly because every move I make is now at the mercy of men who treat human lives like disposable currency. It’s nice to know I’ve brought the city together; apparently, having me in charge is the only thing everyone can agree is a terrible idea. My cousin on paper views me as the ultimate gatekeeper, Largely thanks to the fact that I have the audacity to keep breathing while he wants my chair, treating my pulse like a personal insult to his resume. ☠️☠️☠️☠️ ~A-JUN HELL MORGATHOR ~ All I want is my family to stop being a shadow. A woman carries the family name, whereas my father is subjected to being the underboss. As if things aren’t bad enough, an adopted female child is coded to be the next Don, and she had the guts to accept the offer. I was fully prepared to end her life, but I was suddenly struck by lightning, or maybe it was just her impeccable skincare routine, and I decided to let it slide, distracted by her face and forgot why I was even holding a weapon. I'm currently temporarily blinded by her sheer audacity to be that gorgeous while I’m trying to work. But until when will I be distracted?

In the shining skyscrapers of Manhattan’s multi-million dollar executive suites, two rulers dominate the entertainment industry yet not without conflict, cleverness, and fierce allure. Ace Rotherwell, merciless CEO and media tycoon, does not offer apologies, express emotions, or provide second chances. Particularly not for Noah Sinclair, the fugitive heir transformed into a pop culture figure who disappeared after their hidden relationship nearly set the company and their emotions ablaze. Now, Noah has returned… fiercer, more daring, and prepared to take back what he left behind: his legacy, his influence and possibly, Ace. Plunged into a chaotic office setup devised by PR, the duo must “co-lead” Sinclair Studios to salvage its deteriorating reputation. However, boardroom gatherings transform into sharp exchanges, late-night planning discussions evolve into playful confrontations, and every exchange of looks sizzles with mounting tension. One possesses a crown forged from dominance. The other dons celebrity as protection. Beneath the opulence and joy, there exists a past too complex to dismiss… and a connection too volatile to withstand. Amidst plotting aides, viral controversies, and old scars that remain fresh, Ace and Noah need to determine: Will they battle for their realm united …or allow it to disintegrate once more?