What Is Rosalies Power

In a fictional world of the supernatural in a place called Horror academy, based on the rivalry between vampires and the wolves. Following the life of the Alpha werewolf, Primus vampire and a mere vampire Elvira. Elvira wanted the realms to be combined and live together in harmony while, the primus vampire had an entirely different plan for the realms. As time went on, a great twist of fate occurred at Horror academy, which led to a devastating period for everyone at the realm. “How to fix things? Who’s destiny was it ?” remained the question of the moment.

Hidden from a past soaked in blood, I was raised as an outcast with no knowledge of who I truly am. Now, the ruthless Alpha who rejected me is about to discover the truth he never saw coming. I am the lost heir to a murdered royal bloodline — the princess his own pack betrayed. They destroyed my family. They think I am dead. Now I will return to reclaim my birthright and make them all pay. He may despise me, but he will soon learn that the girl he scorned is the one born to wear the crown. Marked by hatred. Destined for revenge. I will rise from the shadows and claim my power. And all who betrayed me will bow before the queen.

Power bound to your destiny, you can't escape from... Doing the impossible to survive... And still they say it is all coming to an end... But deep down..you know it is all getting started... They say...Existence is triggered. Triggered by a force aligned with Chaos. The Force Of Sentience, the Force of Essence, The Force Of "The Spark." And just a being possesses the power of the Spark, the Celestial...John Ozais Screeman. John's desire for more power sends the world on a whole new path, a gaffe that is set to ruin existence. After releasing a high demon from hell, John realises more had been done than what he thought he performed. More precisely, the penning down of the prophecy which shall unveil the end of the supernatural race and rain chaos to the mortals. Evil triggered by the prophecy rises one after another in its various forms in accordance to the fulfillment of what has been written, what fate hath made so. Demons, raging from the depths of hell, mutants and Vampires rising, magic turning against it's host, powers at it's verge, Realms collapsing and realities wrapping turning to chaos. All hope and faith of the supernatural, fall upon the shoulders of John Ozais. Like they say, with the Spark, comes life but what they were never told was... Before Life,...comes "Chaos And Apocalypse."

My father was a highly respected criminal investigator, and my mother was the head of the ER, dedicated to saving lives. However, I was a regular at the local police station. I fought, caused trouble, and earned the title of “the most hopeless kid on the block.” The first time, I publicly insulted my newly transferred cousin at school. My father dragged me straight to the police station in front of everyone and had me locked up for a full day and night. The second time, I led a gang of thugs to block my cousin’s way home in an alley. My mother was so furious, she dumped me deep in the mountains, leaving me to be bullied by a lecherous bachelor. The third time, I stole a keepsake from my cousin and tossed it down a sewer. My father put the handcuffs on me himself and sent me straight to juvenile detention. Five years later, I became a key informant in an anti-fraud operation, helping the police crack a major nationwide case. The media rushed to report the story, and journalists packed my parents’ house to interview the “hero’s family.” However, my parents just scoffed over the phone. “Her? A hero? We will only believe she is changed for the better when she is dead.” So why was it that when they saw me lying in a pool of blood after shielding a hostage, they finally cried?

Her dad's business needed saving and Gabriella had to do everything to save her family from bankruptcy. Being sent to Seth's company to negotiate with him not knowing that it was a blind date for her and their family's business saviour. Gabriella has to accept going out with Seth Williams. But he gives her an option, he will only help them if she goes out with him but after the date if she doesn't like it, they would end it there but he would still help their company. Will Gabriella not like her date with Seth or Will Seth let her go even if she doesn't like it? Let's find out together as they embark on this journey.

The classified project I was working on wrapped up ahead of schedule, so I made sure to get back on my daughter's birthday. When I walked in, a girl I had never seen before was wearing my daughter's princess dress, a crown perched on her head. She sat in front of a cake as tall as she was, eyes closed, making a wish. I frowned and stepped closer. "Who are you? Why are you wearing my daughter's dress? Where's Heidi?" Before she could answer, two housemaids rushed out and started yelling at me. "Where the hell did you come from? How dare you talk to our boss's daughter like that? If you know what's good for you, get out! When the boss gets back, you won't like what happens." I stood there, confused. Boss? The boss's daughter? In this house, wasn't it just me and my daughter, Heidi Foster? I barely had time to speak before they shoved me toward the front door. In the middle of the pushing, something caught my eye. Off to the side, chained to a pillar, was Heidi. The girl I used to hold like she was the most precious thing in the world was now sprawled on the ground, digging through a dog bowl for food. A thick iron chain was locked around her neck, and her body was covered in bruises. My vision tightened. "Heidi, what happened to you?" The moment our eyes met, her hollow gaze filled with tears. She shrank back, then let out a soft bark at me, like a frightened dog. The maids looked at her with open disgust. One of them sneered, "Our boss said that that little thing was born to live like a dog. You have to keep her chained up if you want her to behave."

In the third year of my marriage, I endure a full day of painful labor to give birth to my first child. However, my husband steals the baby to give to his true love. I try my damnedest to stop him, but all I get is a barrage of insults. "It's just a baby! I'm the one who planted the seed, so I get to decide who gets the fruit!" I'm overwhelmed by grief as I watch my husband leave. However, he shares a happy post on his social media. "Mother and daughter are safe." His true love comments, "Thank you for giving me a child, Jaspie. I'll be the happiest woman in the world with you two by my side." Clueless friends bless them and wish them well. I silently comment, "Give me back my child." All I get is another round of insults. Then, I'm blocked. I don't want to endure this anymore. I hire a lawyer to draft divorce papers before making a police report. "Officer, I want to report my husband for child trafficking."

Every 50 years on the night of 13th March in the town Stella rock , people who pour out their heart to the moon is given one of their many desires. The only problem with this is that the wisher needs to be very specific, if not their own desire will become their nightmare. Just like many other people from the past , a lonely teenage girl accidentally makes a wish that could change her life forever.

I suspected my husband's young assistant had signed up for some kind of socialite training program, all so she could try to become his mistress. She didn't call him "Mr. Anderson." She called him "Cocoa" because he loved drinking mocha lattes. It was her way of making herself seem special. Whenever he assigned her work, she didn't even move. She would just throw him a flirtatious look, twist her body into some exaggerated pose, and say, "What, you need me?" with a pout. In the end, I couldn't take it anymore. I told Perry Anderson to fire her. The second I said it, Faye Dawson leaned right into his ear and whined, "I know, I messed up. Don't be mad. I'll give you a kiss and make it better, okay?" And somehow, Perry actually fell for it. He smoothed things over like it was nothing. "Honey, Faye's a socialite. That's just how she is. Try to be a little more understanding." Fine. If he wanted to protect that fake socialite and throw away the real one, then he could forget about the billion-dollar contract from my father.

What do you do when the only safe place left belongs to the man who’s been lying to you? I’m twelve weeks pregnant with my abusive ex’s baby. He's been tracking my phone, controlling my life. And when I finally run, there's only one door left to knock on — his best friend's apartment. Jeremy took me in. No questions. No judgment. Just his bed, his quiet presence, and one reckless lie: at the hospital, he'll say the baby is his. For the first time in years, I feel safe. But I’m starting to realize: the man who saved me might be the reason I needed saving. Because Jeremy’s been in love with me for three years—and he never said a word. Because my best friend Reina has been sleeping with Ryan behind my back—and she’s not done destroying me yet. Because Ryan just found out about the pregnancy—and he’s coming for his child. The question is: can I survive the truth—or will it destroy me faster than Ryan ever could?