Yugioh Beginning Of The End

In a land of mystery, mayhem, love, hate, betrayal and redemption. There lives a princess of great beauty and grace. Angelina is the only daughter of the King and Queen of Avareen and heir to the thrown. She lives in a Kingdom of mystical creatures where magic and the riddles of life exist in a whirlpool of nature's beauty.On the day of her eighteenth birthday, a celebration is underway, where all the princes' and Kings' of neighboring lands will come to win her heart and make her their Queen. Uniting them in a peaceful reign of two kingdoms joined together under holy matrimony. All seems to go well until that fateful night that will change her life forever. An evil is lurking in the shadows that threatens to darken the brightness of her days and steal the lives of those she loves. It's patience is eerie. It's deceit, cruel. It's horror, unimaginable. It's manipulation, unending. It's form, a man. But will he succeed in corrupting her innocent heart? Or will her innocence and kindness be his saviour?

Axel’s hand shot to her throat without warning, clamping her down with brutal force, her naked breast_ hard red nipples; bared free to his hungry feral eyes. Eyes that blazed with uncontrollable hunger for her suffering. “You are my slave, my property… mine to keep. Mine to break, I protect my property from rogues and thieves even if I intend to destroy myself.” Axel growled. From that instant Ava knew there was no escape for her. — After surviving the massacre of his family and pack, Alpha Axel of Blood Claw Pack waged war against the mad king, seizing the throne and claiming the royal House of the Lycans. He captured Princess Ava, the mad king's daughter, and though she wasn't enough to atone for her father's sins, she would do just fine. Discovering she was his mate whom he hated with every fiber of his being, Axel rejected her, making her his sex slave. Framed for murder, Ava fled with Axel's unborn child, giving birth to sextuplet Lycans the first in two centuries; After Lycans extinction. Six years later, Axel learns of his heirs and captures Ava once more. Will she prove that she's not a monster like her father, or will Axel's hatred consume them both?

Xayne is a high school student by day and Boxer by night who lived with her Aunt after the death of her parent. She was much a fighter who took her career more than her education. She was a big nuisance in the school who was difficult to control as she got into fight with anyone who picked on her. Although she was a fighter she wasn't good in the ring as she always got her ass kicked by opponent. Desperate to find a way out she kept changing her Manager but it didn't change anything. She was titled weak which always send anger running down her vein. Xayne was ready to cling to anyone who could train her to become the perfect boxer she wishes to be. That was when she met Shane, the new hot dude at school. He was more of a fighter like her but the difference was he always had his opponent down which of course caused everyone to fear him. Xayne clinged to him with the hopes of being like him and they did get along but only if she knew what he was.

My mate, Charalambos, was the heir to the Nightshade Pack. To take over as Alpha, he was sent to Noctis City, the capital city, for special training. When he left, my stepsister, Francesca, insisted on going with him. He refused at first, but she forced his hand, threatening a hunger strike until he gave in. Eventually, he allowed her to accompany him as his assistant. This went on for three years. Throughout those three years, our mate bond stayed strong. I never felt the slightest hint of betrayal. He constantly reassured me through our mind-link. "You're the only one for me." At some point, I started receiving photos anonymously. Francesca kissed him in the face, but he never refused. Once, Charalambos and I were on a video call in the dark, and I could hear Francesca’s breathless voice clearly while she whispered his name in the heat of it. Three years later, the day he returned to the pack, I saw her walking behind him. She had been with pup for five months, and there was a smug, victorious smile on her face. He looked at me apologetically. Guilt was written all over his face. "I'm sorry. I’ve only ever loved you. Once the pup comes, you can raise it." I was done. I had waited for three years. I made up my mind to reject him.

Phoenixes were common among the supernatural world until their powers were known to the world. Samantha Parker is a phoenix. How will she navigate her life as she leaves her abusive pack after being rejected by her mate and goes down a path of success, she might even have a second mate.

Shantali Mae Cross, a security guard at the Metropolitan Museum of Ancient Arts, encounters an impossible phenomenon during her night shift—smoke from the heating vents coalesces into the form of a cobra near ancient Egyptian canopic jars, showing her visions of possible futures. She sees herself accepting a promotion, arguing with a dark-haired man in a hospital, wearing a wedding dress, and standing at a graveside in autumn. Shaken by the experience, Shantali becomes obsessed with understanding what she witnessed, diving into research about serpent smoke divination practices. Her investigation reveals that others throughout history have experienced similar visions at crucial crossroads in their lives, but those who became consumed with interpreting and controlling their prophetic glimpses inevitably destroyed the very relationships and opportunities the visions had shown them. As Shantali spirals deeper into her research, she begins shutting out her boyfriend David, a fellow security guard who loves her deeply. When David witnesses the cobra phenomenon himself, he helps ground her in reality rather than obsession. Through her studies, particularly the warnings left by Dr. Amelia Thorne—a researcher who died alone after chasing similar mysteries—Shantali realizes the cobra's true message: choose love over fear, presence over obsession. The visions weren't warnings of tragedy but glimpses of a life fully lived with all its ordinary struggles and profound connections. When David proposes, Shantali chooses their real relationship over her pursuit of supernatural answers. She completes her research by writing a fictional novel about her experience, transforming obsession into art while helping future cobra witnesses understand that some mysteries are meant to guide rather than be solved. The story explores themes of choice versus destiny, the danger of sacrificing present love for future certainty, and the wisdom of embracing life's uncertainties alongside those who love us.

After being brutally attacked in the woods one night, Layla manages to escape her captors only to find herself captured again by none other than the countries most feared Alpha, Jaxon. Bruised and beaten, Layla learns the truth of the supernatural world and must convince the ruggedly handsome and dominating Alpha that she is no threat to his way of life or his pack. During a Red Moon, fate presents itself in producing a match made by the Mood Goddess herself. There is only one problem, Layla is human. Never in the history of werewolves has an Alpha been fated to a human mate. As Layla begins to find herself, so do her previous captors, and they want only one thing. Her. Can Alpha Jaxon accept their destiny and save her in time? And can he uncover the truth of Layla's true identity and her past in order to save the one woman he vowed to never love?

Stanley Edwards, people claimed he mirrored a Russian man and had the heart of steel. He was an executioner who mercilessly took the lives of twenty women over a period of eight years. He is released from prison, can he get a whole new life? After he meets the love of his life, how will he protect their love? Is he still the grim executioner?

My husband and I go on a road trip back to my hometown before Christmas. I want to ride shotgun, but he chases me to the backseat so his female colleague can sit in front. He says, "Isabel gets carsick easily. You are my wife, so you should be more considerate of her." He seems to have forgotten that I'm pregnant—my morning sickness is at its peak. Halfway through the journey, he and Isabel Slater start smoking. They make me throw up. The smell disgusts them, and my husband wants to teach me a lesson. He and Isabel leave me at the rest stop. Unbeknownst to them, my family is already waiting there. This time, I'm going back with them and getting an abortion and divorce. Later, my husband is filled with regret when he learns the child is gone.

In the third year of our marriage, my husband's first love got a divorce. He gave her the forty-five thousand dollars we had saved for a house because she was left with nothing and struggling to make ends meet. I urged him to ask for the money back, but he pointed at my face and angrily shouted, "You used to be so gentle and virtuous—what happened? Why are you so selfish, so shallow now?" "Is forty-five thousand dollars really worth you making a fuss over?" "Chloe is starting over with nothing, raising a child on her own. Don't you feel any sympathy for her?" Fine. He was noble, he was merciful. I did not argue further, because the one who needed money for cancer treatment was him, not me.