Why Do Vampires And Werewolves Hate Each Other Novels & Stories

On my second day after transferring to City Hall, I took over one of my coworker's cases. A young woman had come in for a certified copy of her marriage certificate. My coworker chuckled. "This is her ninety-ninth time requesting it. We already have all her paperwork on file, so it'll only take a minute." I blinked. "Ninety-nine times?" She laughed. "Yep. She married a wealthy older man, and every time they get into a fight, they tear up their marriage certificate. That's how they vent. "Only an older husband would tolerate that kind of childish behavior. I heard her husband is from the Hayes family, the wealthiest family in Havenbrook." I frowned at once. "Anyone from the Hayes family should know better than to behave like that. Are you sure her husband isn't an impostor?" My coworker immediately clapped a hand over my mouth, looking horrified. "For heaven's sake, keep your voice down. He's the real deal. Hunter Hayes, the head of the Hayes family." I froze. My phone slipped from my hand and landed on the desk. The screen lit up with a photo of me leaning against Hunter. The young woman in front of me suddenly went pale. She snatched my phone off the desk. "Who are you?" she demanded. "Why do you have a picture with my husband?"

When I died with a smile on my face, right before my brother's eyes, he looked as if the anguish might tear him apart. Yet, for twenty-one years, he hadn't stopped wishing I would meet this exact end. It all traced back to my fifth birthday—the day I had innocently hoped our parents would come home from their business trip to celebrate with me. They rushed back that night but never made it. A car accident took both their lives. From that moment on, my brother resented me, despised me. He didn't just stand idly by as our cousin snatched up my work as her own; he encouraged it. And when my landlord threw me out, it wasn't a random cruelty—it was my brother pulling the strings. All he had ever wanted, from the very beginning, was to see me die a miserable death. But when he finally got his wish… why did he cry, pleading for me to come back, begging me to call him 'brother' one last time?

When Alexander Smith stands in front of me and says he's going to marry someone else, that's when I realize he's been reborn too. I remember our 20 years of love in our past life. A plane crash. And then, rebirth. "This is to save Sophia," he says. "In our past life, she was sold to a Vostmark oligarch after her father's political scandal. Not long after, she took her own life due to abuse. I can't let that tragedy happen again, so I need to get engaged to her." As he speaks, he hands me an orange prescription bottle. "If you take this, you'll forget me for a little while. You won't feel the pain. It's just seven days. Once her father's scandal blows over, you'll stop the medication and your memory will return. Then I'll end the engagement and officially propose to you." I stare at the bottle, knowing it's a lie. Not the part about Sophia's suicide. The lie is about the drug. He thinks it only causes temporary memory loss. But I know better. The suppressant causes permanent damage to emotional memory. The seven-day countdown isn't the time it takes for my memories to return. It's the time it takes for my love for him to die.

Eve has been married to her husband for 3 years, but every happiness she anticipated to have during her marriage becomes her nightmare. She has to deal with her in-laws who are always talking down on her for being poor and having nothing to offer their son. Eve keeps enduring their tantrums and abuses, saying it doesn’t matter as long as her husband still loves her. Later her mother in-law and sister in-law start to torment her for being unable to bear a child.Somehow she eventually figures her husband is actually sterile. A few months later, a lady her husband was supposed to marry, according to her mother-in-law, returns. The lady in question has a thing for Eve’s husband too, leading to her plotting to get rid of Eve with a deal she makes with Eve’s husband. In the process of trying to kill Eve, a man comes to rescue her before she dies. And the man turns out to be the secretary to a billionaire. The billionaire adopts Eve, treats her like his daughter since he has none, and eventually decides to marry her off to a fellow billionaire son to strengthen his company’s power. News about Eve getting married to a young billionaire gets out, and her ex-husband and his family get to know. Desperate to be on her good side, he approaches and tries to coerce her into helping his family business. Outraged and hurt at what was done to her, Eve decides to take revenge and make them realize that they messed with her wrongly. But will her ex-husband’s new wife just sit back and watch her get her revenge with ease or will she do anything to bring Eve down, even if it means killing her and taking her place.

I had just finished my check-up and stepped out through the glass doors of the hospital's outpatient building when a sudden, brutal force yanked my arm. I stumbled and crashed onto the cold tiled floor. "You bitch! Have you no shame seducing men right inside a hospital?! I'll beat you to death today!" A woman in a mink coat grabbed my collar and dragged me aside, her nails scraping across my neck and leaving a burning sting. "Since you like acting like a slut so much, why don't we let everyone get a good look at you?" I struggled desperately, raising my voice in protest. "You've got the wrong person. I'm not a mistress!" The woman shoved her phone right in front of my face. "How dare you deny it! Isn't this a photo of you with my husband?" I fell silent as I looked at the man in the picture, for he was the leukemia patient I had just been matched with—the very one I was preparing to donate bone marrow to.

While I was completely in the dark, my husband secretly donated his sperm. Before long, the two women who had received it showed up at my doorstep. Both were heavily pregnant. And both moved into my house as if they owned the place. It was over a hundred degrees outside, yet they still had the nerve to order me to go out and buy them drinks. I told them to get out. Instead, they pointed their fingers in my face and cursed at me. "Bitch! From now on, we're Ryan's first and second wives. How dare you act so high and mighty?" "Our sons are going to inherit Ryan's business empire. You'd better take good care of us. If you behave, we might even let you stay on as the help." Furious, I called my husband home and demanded an explanation. But instead of standing by me, he took their side. "Victoria, they're just two poor women from the countryside. Cut them some slack and forgive them." I laughed right in his face. He had thrown away a wealthy, accomplished wife for two shameless strangers. "Don't forget who's really in charge of this family. Since you're so worried about them, you can get out with them."

I knew mixing in with the elite was too good to be true. Was ready to give my heart to a man who was cold once moment, then hot and steamy the next. Turned out, I was right to have been weary as I was just a game for them. A shared secret. A punchline to the elite's amusement. Well, to all but one person. They planned to humiliate me on my wedding day, but with Dominic's help, we will ruin their ending and create our own. This time, I am choosing the other twin.

"Three rules: Don't talk to me, Don't touch me, Stay out of my business." Hearing that from her supposed husband on their wedding night, Sasha White or rather Sasha Brown had to question herself about the meaning of marriage. Being married to the handsome billionaire, Michael Brown, Sasha couldn't explain her joy course as fate will have it, she had been crushing on him since their school days but couldn't pursue him due to the fact that it was know the whole school, that he is gay. ------------------------ Contains two books in the series.

When issabella is recruited by the American government for and undercover mission to stop a string of high profile kidnappings. She thought it would be a regular mission, but nothing about this mission is ordinary and add an old flame into the mix and her life just got ten times harder.

I pick up a bouquet of red roses and read a note attached to it. In neat curly handwriting.... “Congrats my love, I’m proud of you my Queen. And always here to protect you.” No name mention, no need. I know who send this and why... Devil--- It's a story of 'Alice Michaelson, hybrid (werewolf and lycan) blessed with a special gift by moon goddess, powers called Spirit! Soon to be the queen of werewolves and lycans realm.' Wanna join in her fight to escape, the darkness of her past. With her continuous growing hate with her own fate....... And her Fated Mate!