You Were The Chosen One Meme Novels & Stories

I accidentally spent the night with a wealthy heiress from Kingscourt after she was drugged. The next morning, I panicked and slipped away before she woke up. The following day, her childhood friend came to find me. He handed me a check for one million dollars and told me to leave the country. My eyes practically lit up. Just as I was about to take the check, I suddenly heard his thoughts. "Once he accepts the money, I'll report him for extortion and send him straight to prison. "Then I'll tell Valerie Cooper that I was the man from that night, marry into the family myself, and let him rot in jail." A chill ran down my spine. Well, he should've said so earlier. I can still tell the difference between one million dollars... and a lifetime of wealth and luxury.

Soulmates. Everyone, between the ages of sixteen and eighteen, would have the names of their soulmates appear on their left or right wrist in a light grey ink that turned red when you meet them. Should your soulmates die then their name would turn white. *** *** Luca stood staring down at the water below him as he stood on the thick cement railing of the bridge. Looking down at his wrists he traced the names Williams Roswell and Jedidiah Roswell, the names of his soulmates who he had yet to meet. “I’m sorry,” He sobbed. “I can’t do it anymore. You both will be better off without me, you don’t need me… I’m nothing…”. “Goodbye.” He dropped his hands to his sides and took a deep breath then jumped in.

Ernest West left the courtroom with wings on his feet. Leaving Don James was, in Ernest's opinion, the best thing he had ever done for himself. No more tense silences. No more Don's silent, smothering adoration. Ernest had been released. Three years have passed since then. Now, what once was the best choice has turned into a noose around their necks. There is a sinister provision buried within the small print of the divorce papers that Ernest's attorney overlooked; they are obligated to live together and manage the small beach hotel that they used to own as a couple for an entire year. Thus, Ernest finds himself back amid the groaning wooden boards and salty panes of glass within the walls of where their love once withered away. However, Don is no longer the same weak and longing man that Ernest abandoned. He now stands as an intimidating pillar of cold indifference, forged by the stony resolve and lack of concern. Not even a passing glance comes from Don’s green eyes, which regard Ernest with only polite reserve. A year of closeness. A year of unresolved tension. A year of dealing with each and every lie that Ernest tried to bury beneath "irreconcilable differences." In the beginning, the plan is a silent battle—appointments stuck to the fridge, dinners taken in different corners of the house. Yet, there’s something about closeness that reveals the whole truth. Ernest discovers the picture albums that Don never discarded. He listens to telephone conversations in the dead of night that reveal the loneliness he feels himself. And gradually, painfully, he discovers that the greatest error made wasn’t the separation. It was letting Don leave.

I was nobody. A girl with a stolen name, a locked memory, and secrets someone died to keep. Then I woke up in a hospital room and felt him looking at me. And everything I thought I was stopped being true. His name is Zeviar Dravyn. To the world, he's a billionaire with a flawless reputation. To the wolves, he's the Alpha King – feared, cursed, and running out of time. And apparently, he's my mate. So is his brother. Orion Dravyn – exiled, dangerous, and looking at me like I'm the only answer to a question that's been killing him slowly. I'm supposed to choose. Except choosing one will destroy the other. And rejecting both will kill me. But that's not the worst part. The worst part is what I'm starting to remember. About who I was before the fire. Before I was separated from my family. Before someone decided that the last White Wolf needed to disappear. They spent years trying to erase what I am. They should have made sure I never remembered.

At the annual company raffle, I had barely stepped onto the stage when my supervisor, Lily Smith, pressed a crumpled slip of paper into my palm. "A special reward for our top salesperson," she chirped. "Go ahead, open it. Let everyone see." Under the eager gaze of the crowd, I unfolded the note. Written in messy handwriting were the words: Clean the company toilets for three days. The room erupted in laughter. Lily folded her arms, cocked her head, and smirked at me. "Nice, right?" she said. "Everyone knows those sales of yours came from sleeping with old men. Dirty money. To keep things fair, the others get a break, and you pick up a little extra work. You don't have a problem with that, do you?" The laughter surged again, nearly lifting the roof. From the side of the room, my boyfriend, Seth Hoffman, the company's CEO, watched everything unfold. As usual, he said nothing in my defense. They all thought I would fall apart, cry, or make a scene. Instead, I simply gave a calm nod. The very next day, the company was hit with over three hundred property cancellations. Its cash flow collapsed overnight. That was when Lily and Seth rushed to me, demanding I go plead with the buyers. I smiled and said, "No thanks. I wouldn't want to help the company recover and end up with strong numbers again. That might make everyone even more uncomfortable."

When the firmament becomes filthy with barbaric bats,And the ground begins to revolt bySputtering out appetizing red liquids and Enticingly galling skeletons.Scamper off to your secure nests, dear humans,And inhale every feeling of protection.For within the space of two heartbeats,The "sanctuary" feeling will be lost In the chaos for tranquility.

“You’ve been married for two years, and I’ve slept with you 666 times. Keith, do you think Kelly knows?” After Kelly Shaw regained her hearing, the first thing she heard was the woman her husband called 'sister' saying that to him. Her husband had been cheating on her. Kelly didn’t waste time on tears or drama, and she wasn’t about to fight for him. She just pulled out the prenup. It stated clearly: if either party cheated, they walked away with nothing. … Keith Parsons had always been waiting for Kelly to turn back. He watched her rise to become the lead designer of a major national event, the first woman to win the GlobalBest grand championship, and a figure admired by industry elites. Keith panicked. He dropped to his knees before her, his fingers trembling as they clutched the hem of her dress. “You gave me everything once… Are you really going to throw me away just like that? Kelly, can you love me again?” Kelly didn’t even spare him a glance. He could only watch as she ran, bright with joy, into the arms of another man—one even more powerful and untouchable. The man held her like she was the most precious thing in the world. … On Valentine’s Day, Sebastian Carter frowned at the bouquet delivered to the house. “Throw it out. It’s an eyesore. Not everyone gets to send things here.” Kelly deliberately teased him. “It’s actually pretty nice.” That night, Kelly rubbed her aching waist and couldn’t help but complain. For someone who’d been retired from the service for years, Sebastian’s stamina was downright ridiculous.

"All she wanted was a spark, a fire that would burn her skin. She craved passion, wildness, and insanity." Among all the reckless things she'd done, sleeping with a complete stranger might have been the craziest. Things would have been different if she wasn’t still haunted by thoughts of the man who, for one night, brought three-fourths of her fantasies to life. Coral had given up hope, knowing that in a city of over two million people, finding a man whose face and name she didn’t know was impossible. But then she met him again—on a blind date. Lucian Andersen, the son of one of her father’s closest friends. He was devastatingly handsome, a cold heartthrob, dangerous, and whenever he smirked, shivers danced down her spine. Her mind went blank, reeling from the shock that out of all the people in the world, it was him she had shared that wild night with in an unknown room. The date might have been ordinary, but then the man, with an ego larger than a football stadium, said something that left her breathless. “I want to marry you, Coral Shen.” The butterflies in her belly might have danced at his proposal, but they died instantly upon hearing his true intentions. He didn’t love her. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if he liked her. But she knew one thing: the marriage proposal was purely for business. Coral refused, but the twists of fate had other plans. Against all odds, she found herself asking him to be her fiancé.

"Do you know who I am now?" "Yes" I breathed "You're the Alpha of the Crimson Claw pack" "That's the first half of who I am. What's the second half, Harvey?" "I....I don't know. I don't understand" "I'm not only the Alpha of the Crimson Claw pack, I'm your mate. Your MATE, Harvey" he hissed, putting emphasis on the word 'mate' "Do you understand what that means?" he continued "It means you belong to me. You're mine, Harvey. You'll obey me and do as I say. You'll stop fighting the mate bond and accept me" ********** In a world where witches, werewolves and other creatures exist; Harvey is blessed with the gift of being able to see glimpses of the future through dreams. She believes she has already identified her mate as Zach - the sweet and caring second son of the Alpha of her pack who also happens to be her boyfriend. So she is in for the shock of her life when the Alpha of the largest and most feared pack in the state turns up on her 18th birthday and makes her heart race in a way only one's mate can. Now Harvey has to accept the fact that she is not going to be just a regular girl mated to a Beta male but the Luna of the most formidable pack and the mate of the devilishly handsome and mysterious Alpha Greyson. Add to that the fact a vengeful rogue she-wolf with a personal vendetta against Alpha Greyson and anyone he cherishes is out for her head on a platter and will do whatever it takes to get it...... like putting together an abominable pack of rogue wolves. How would Harvey be able to handle becoming a Luna with the possibility of war looming?

The nights in Vicente were a coexistence of order and gunfire. Tonight was the wedding, ten years overdue, between Anthony Oliver, the don of the Oliver mafia family, and Mabel Samson, the woman who had stood beside him through bloodshed, betrayals, and underworld wars. A top-tier luxury hotel had been cleared by the family's soldati. Below them glittered a sea of city lights; above them bloomed fireworks commissioned for the future Donna alone. The man known for his ruthlessness knelt on one knee with a rare diamond ring, his eyes filled with rare tenderness. "Mabel," he said, "you walked through hell at my side. Let me give you peace for the rest of your life." It seemed that all the sacrifices and patience had finally led somewhere. However, just as Mabel's fingers were about to touch the ring, a piercing scream came from above. "Don't! Anthony! Save me!" That single cry drew all of Anthony's attention away. The girl was not unfamiliar to Mabel. Two years earlier, Anthony's twin brother had been tortured to death by a rival mafia family while covering his retreat. His body was never recovered. And Cheryl Reyes was the fiancée he had protected with his life. Mabel watched as the man she loved abandoned everything without hesitation and ran toward another woman. She stepped forward and tried to stop him. "Don't go. The wedding isn't over." However, when their eyes met, the Don accused her coldly of being heartless and selfish. And in that moment, Mabel felt tired. Perhaps it was time, just once, to choose herself over the Family.