Wreck It Ralph Vanellope Crying Novels & Stories

As the reigning eight-time champion of the transmigration department, I'm deeply traumatized by the idea of having fight with the fake heiress. Unfortunately, not only is there an 18-year-old fake heiress in my family of this world, but she also has eight older siblings who dote on her endlessly. Seriously, the stereotypical real versus fake heiress plot is driving me crazy. I retreat into the depths of my mom's womb immediately, my tiny hands clamping down on the umbilical cord. My refusal to leave my mom's body is absolute. [Those idiotic brothers of mine keep spoiling that 18-year-old extremely childish fake heiress who insists on sitting in a baby trolley all the time! If I were to leave this place, I'd definitely get assassinated by them!] My mom, who can hear my internal thoughts, is forced to suffer due to the complications in her labor for 72 hours straight. Finally, she yields to me by signing the "Zero-Tolerance Treaty on Unequal Treatment". She also assigns 108 bodyguards to me overnight. Satisfied, I finally release my hold on the umbilical cord and make my flashy entrance to this world. Mom taps me on my forehead. "Natalie is extremely pure and innocent. She would never come up with ways to hurt you." On the first day I go home, Natalie Fairchild, the fake heiress, pushes my crib toward the staircase on purpose. "I wanna see if Nev can fly!" A bodyguard instantly reaches out to catch my crib from coursing through the air. Scared out of her wits, Natalie slumps to the floor immediately. There, she starts crying like a baby. My second brother, Elliot Fairchild, pulls her into his arms lovingly. He says reassuringly, "Don't be scared, Nat. The bodyguard must have frightened you because of his actions, right? Now, now, you can stop crying now. Nev is fine, isn't she?" The next thing he knows, he gets tossed into the heavy downpour by another bodyguard.

Everyone in the pack envies how devoted Kingsley Laurent is to me. After getting appointed as Alpha, he turns down every she-wolf who throws herself at him and vows to wait until his position is fully secure before marking me. The mate bonding ceremony he promises is the most sacred of all, one that would place me beside him as Luna and establish our pup as his rightful heir. Kingsley openly despises my rebellious sister, Heather Johnson. His eyes harden whenever her name comes up. "Don't let your train wreck of a sister ruin our ceremony." Until one night, when I find a voice message on Heather's phone and hear his voice—hoarse, ragged with desire. "Will you shift for me tonight, baby? I want to see you in chains." While he claims he's on a business trip down south, he's actually spending the night with my sister at a couples' hotel. Over the phone, he swears his devotion to me. "If I ever betray you, may I be punished by losing you forever." At the same time, he grabs Heather by the chin and says coldly, "I will only ever have one Luna, and that's Eliza Johnson. You're just a plaything." Since he made that vow, I'll fulfill it for him. I fake my death, burn down our home, and vanish from his world with his pup growing inside me.

“ It was not Love but a game! ” ANASTASIA ADAMS, used to live her life alone, away from the filthy business of her Mafia Father; WILLIAM ADAMS. When one day he called her back home, as an unfamiliar enemy has risen to wreck them. Not conscious of the truth of Twisted Mafia world, she fell in love with the wrong person. The man who walked down the path of vengeance, BEAST. He was Vengeful, Cold, Ruthless and the worst Mafia around. His heart was void of any variety of emotions, which turned him into a monster. What will happen when he will kidnap her and show her, his real face? What will happen when she finds out, that he was the danger, she was supposed to be conscious of? What will happen when she becomes his favourite prey? ~He leaned down, till their noses touched and whispered, “Did you think it was love?” He laughed looking away and licked his lips up, while his gaze travelled from her eyes, that had been glaring at him hatefully, to her lips, that looked as delicious and eye-catching as ever. “No, Angel!” He leaned closer and she ought to feel his hot breath hitting her face. She clenched her eyes closed and thrashed again, to get out of the chains keeping her down, which proved to be of no use. He leaned nearer and their lips slightly touched, sending the acquainted tingles down her spine. His gaze was fixed at her plump lips when he whispered, “It is Just a Game!”

"There are only two categories of women I sleep with. The ones I'm paying and the ones I'm dating," Kachi stated. "And I don't fall among the category of women you want to date?" Aria asked in disbelief. "You don't." "You're a real bastard. Why would I agree to sleep with you if I know you have no intention of dating me?" "Because I want you. And I know that you want me too." Aria stared at him, hating that he was right and hating herself for letting it be. From the first time she had met him, she'd known that she would wreck herself to have this man. *** Onyekachi Obiagu is looking for a distraction to ease his already stressful days. Then he met her, Zariah, the girl that always has a response for almost everything he says. He's determined to have her so he proposes a deal she can't possibly refuse. Zariah Okoye is suffering through her days, hoping to one day lessen the mountain of debt on her head. Then she meets arrogant billionaire, Kachi, who proposes a deal that seems to be the answer to her prayers. Secrets, conspiracies and betrayals follow and they have to fight family, friends and foes whilst fighting the attraction brewing between them. Do I need to say more? Start reading ❤️

She waited patiently just as a predator would its prey … very carefully. For so long, it seemed the chance would never come. It seemed her almighty prey would never stumble into a carefully woven trap but soon he did. *** Aurelia Isolde Draxmere. The Alpha King of the West, Alaric Leontius Valerian III, returned from battle severally wounded, he needed a caregiver. And I, the veiled one, the wolfless slave as I was called, was chosen to tend to him. But what they don’t know is that I carry a secret which was a sinister plan and that was … His downfall. I was ready to serve out my bloody revenge plan, determined to ruin him… Until… The Moon Goddess played her cruel and homourless joke … He is my fated mate. Yet, Fated or not, THE ALPHA KING IS GOING DOWN. *** Alpha King Alaric Leontius Valerian III I have heard and seen the pull, the fire and the impossible bond of fated mates … deep down I long for it but such were never meant for me. The ways I knew were that of war and blood… good things, they say are never meant for the wicked… Until I opened my eyes and met a storm … Grey orbs, sharp and fierce yet impossibly soft, pierced through me and soothed me at at the same time. I don’t know what this thundering feeling inside my chest is, but I can’t stop staring into those beautiful, mesmerizing eyes even if it would wreck me, soul, spirit and body.

Betrothed to My Luna of Two Worlds When Rose crashes her car deep in the woods, she thinks it’s the end. But it’s only the beginning. Dragged from the wreck by creatures she thought only existed in myths, Vampires. Rose’s last memory is of a stranger stepping out of the darkness — eyes like storms, power that bends the night itself. Then everything fades. When she wakes, it’s inside the mansion of Adrian Wolfe — a man both dangerously handsome and impossibly cold. Billionaire. Alpha. Ruler of the hidden werewolf kingdom. He says she’s safe. He says she can’t leave until she’s healed. But behind those silver eyes hides something she can’t explain — a pull she can’t resist. To Adrian, Rose is a problem he should have walked away from. A human caught in a world that feeds on secrets and blood. But the moment her scent hits him, his instincts roar one truth he can’t ignore — she’s his Luna. Only she’s not just human. She’s the one thing the prophecy warned about — the half-blood, born of two worlds. A Luna who can destroy them all… or save them when the Blood Moon rises. As ancient rivalries ignite and the vampires prepare for war, Adrian must choose between his kingdom and the woman fated to rule beside him.

Clarissa suddenly woke up with a start. Her head hurt… she was crying over what happened to her. She slowly got up, picked up her scattered clothes, and got dressed. She glanced at the man who was the first to take her virginity and quickly left before he could wake up. "I’m not a virgin anymore! Huhuhu… I’m really so stupid!... What’s worse is that I don’t even know the man!" She remembered begging the man to claim her last night… she felt like banging her head against the wall. She wasn’t raped, but she lost her virginity—she gave it away willingly to a man she didn’t know! She was drugged last night! What kind of drug did the man put in her drink?… why did it make her so horny… huhuhu… so embarrassing! She was even the one insisting with the man!

On the day I miscarried and suffered from haemorrhage, my husband posted a photo of a newborn’s tiny feet on his Instagram Story. The caption read: “Welcome, little angel. Daddy will always protect you.” With trembling hands, I called him. “The baby’s gone. Can you come to the hospital?” On the other end, I heard a baby crying, followed by the man’s impatient voice. “In that case, take good care of yourself. Louise just gave birth and needs someone to care for her. I can’t leave. “Besides, the dead shouldn’t compete with the living for affection. Got it?” He hung up right after. I broke down alone on the hospital bed, and when I finally wiped away my tears, I dialed the number of his sworn enemy, Levi Snow. “Marry me, and the entire Wright Corporation will be my dowry. All I want is for you to bring Finn Yeaton down. Do we have a deal?”

Just days after being discharged from the hospital, my husband’s adopted sister, Wendy Crowley, went live. Crying on a rooftop, she accused me of causing her miscarriage. "The ultrasound already showed it was a boy… and that woman took his life! "She can’t have children herself, so she couldn’t stand that I could. I want her to pay for my child’s death!" My husband, Tristan Crowley, believed every word. "Wendy, I failed to protect you. If I’d known she hated you this much, I would’ve locked her away long ago." The livestream sparked outrage. Everyone demanded justice. "This is murder. She’s rotten to the core!" "Where’s the law? Lock her up immediately!" However, when Tristan and Wendy tracked me down–still streaming live–everyone watching… broke down in tears.

I went through 100 hormone shots for him—just to finally get pregnant. Five years begging those shots to work—all for Rafe Morello. The Don with ice in his veins... but also the guy who used to wipe sweat off my forehead in the middle of the night. Everyone thought we were goals. Then I handed over my lab results, and the nurse paused, blinking up at me. "Sorry, what's your relationship to Rafe Morello? There's already a pregnancy under his wife's name." I froze. Carmela Vitale. His dead brother's wife. Spouse listed: Rafe Morello. Breathing? Suddenly optional. No tears. No drama. I just slid off my ring and tucked it into my bag. Then I called the number buried at the bottom of my drawer. My voice? Freakishly calm. "Yeah. Three days. Pick me up." It wasn't about revenge. I left because I finally got it—some people, you gotta cut loose if you ever wanna stop bleeding. Three days later, he walked into a silent bedroom. On the nightstand: my wedding ring, the signed divorce papers, and a copy of the ultrasound. He sat on the floor and just... kept rubbing that ring. Regret doesn't knock. It floods. And that night, it drowned every lie he thought he could get away with. That was when he finally figured it out—love could wreck a person worse than hate ever could.