Zenitsu Cry

When my husband threatened me with divorce for the hundredth time, demanding I sacrifice myself for my sister, I did not cry or make a scene. I simply signed my name on the divorce papers and willingly handed over the man I had loved for ten years to my sister. A few days later, my sister spoke recklessly at a banquet and offended a powerful family. Once again, I stepped forward to take responsibility, bearing all the consequences in her place. When they later proposed that I become a test subject for my sister's drug research, I gladly accepted. Mom and Dad said I had finally grown into someone mature and responsible. Even my cold husband stood by my hospital bed and, for the first time in so long, gently stroked my cheek. He said tenderly, "Don't be afraid. The experiment won't be life-threatening. When you get out, I'll cook you a big meal." However, he did not know that regardless of whether the experiment was dangerous or not, he did not have to wait for me because I was already dying from a terminal illness.

Dahlia Amelia was a frustrated Aspiring Writer that her work was claim and plagiarized by a well-known Author, Yuki. The One Who Own the Deadly Glance, was hit for almost three months and become the best seller that earn a billion dollar. Several famous entertainment industry offer the publisher to adapt the novel into a film. Even makes Dahlia more frustrated. No one believe that she is the one who wrote it. She was offered to become a script writer instead to her own masterpiece. Drayzen Storm was the only living Dragon shift-shifter for a hundred decades. He was curious how the writer find his identity as the novel used his real name. Reader and viewr was aware that the novel was all imagination made. But Yuki died in hand of Drayzen as the writer of the said Novel. Dahlia was about to witness the devious event, yet she choose to ignore them and even cry at Drayzen how frustrated she is not to fight her right on her own work. Drayzen find out that she was the real writer. After a month Dahlia find out that she was pregnant with Dryzen Child.

My husband's true love sets my home on fire when she learns I'm pregnant. She wants me to burn to death. I don't cry for help. Instead, I drag my unconscious mother-in-law to her feet and try to get us to safety. In my past life, I screamed for help while trapped in the flames. My husband came to save his mother and me. His true love wanted to prove that she was more important than me, so she ran back into the fire. She later died due to severe burns. After her death, my husband said she deserved it for being an arsonist. He treated me with the utmost love and care. But after my child's birth, he sacrificed her at his true love's grave. "The love of my life is dead because of you and your mother! You can repent for your sins in hell!" I die with him in a moment of despair. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back in the sea of flames.

A pack full of hatred… A pack of mercilessness… A pack where treasures are hidden…yet, stones are being gathered. A pack full of secrets.. The Lycan's hidden treasure! A pack where DOOM looms, and solutions are being sorted for, hoping and trusting for a lasting one, aged long secrets are discovered; secrets meant to be kept hidden till eternity, yet, there was no discovery till the time was right. ~~~~~~~ While the clock ticked, there was one thing I could do. To pour out my pain. So I fell into writing, communicating my feelings through my very own pen. I write this with thick pain spreading across the walls of my heart as I count every second I would be called to get slaughtered like an actual animal, just to increase the fertility of the land, and make the general Alpha, prosper more abundantly… This is my journey. From me, Chosan, the Alpha's Destined Slave, to you whom I cry to for prayers until I'm ripe to be plucked. And chopped. All Rights Reserved Copyright 2022 CHOSAN: ALPHA'S DESTINED SLAVE

Even after more than three years of marriage, Samuel Ferguson still seemed impossible to satisfy. After the third round, he brushed a tear from the corner of Tania Russell's eye, a roguish smile playing at his lips. "Did you cry from the pleasure? Want me to carry you to the shower?" Tania turned her head, avoiding him, her fingers digging into the sheets until her knuckles went white. Steam rolled through the bathroom, wrapping a set of broad shoulders and a narrow waist in a haze of heat — but that heat could not thaw the icy chill in her heart. An hour ago, in the throes of passion, the name "Lulu" had slipped from his lips, and it still lingered in her mind. All those years, he had always called her simply "Tania." After a moment, she wiped her tears, reached for the phone on the bedside table, and stepped out onto the balcony. "Elias, investigate Samuel for me. I think… he's cheating." "A lead?" Elias did not waste time. "He used to call her 'Lulu'".

My son is dead. He dies in a cramped toilet cubicle after having his skull smashed in. My husband, the school principal, arrives on the scene. The first thing he does is carry his true love's son, the one who killed my son, into an ambulance. They hurriedly leave. Before his death, my son tells me, "Don't cry, Mom. I'm not sad that Dad doesn't believe me. It's enough that you do…" I call Joshua Tucker during my son's funeral. He roars angrily, "Kenny had to get two stitches on his arm because of your son! If you keep pestering me like this, I'll beat him up when I get home!" My son? I look at the gaping hole in my son's head, the one that won't ever bleed anymore. I shut my eyes. Yes, he's my son. My son is dead, Joshua. From now on, there's nothing between us.

"You are no one to me. You are nothing, and don’t ever expect anything from me. You were brought here to play the part of a Luna and satisfy my sexual desires," my mate and new alpha said, without any remorse or affection in his gaze. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I refused to cry for the man who sleeps with other women in my presence. I looked him in the eyes and answered, "Yes." "No," he growled. "Yes, Alpha," I repeated, and he walked past me. Once he was out of sight, my legs gave out, and tears rolled down my cheeks. "You’re pregnant, Luna. Congratulations." My world stopped as I looked at the doctor. She was happy that the pack would have an heir, but I wasn't. You can't be when you've suffered so much at the hands of your fated mate. So, I ran. I ran and ran, but it wasn’t far enough to escape the mighty alpha. Follow me on Instagram - @authorsunshine97.

"This is my chance!", I thought. I snatched the sword from the guards hand and held my sharp blade to Prince Aven's neck. "Well... What are you waiting for", he spoke calmly. My hands began to shake with my eyesight becoming blured and overlapping voices filled the silence in my head. "Do it!", he yelled. I zoned out, Aven had grabbed my sword and laid on top of me. He slowly entangled his fingers into mine, looking at me with anger in his eyes. Then in one fast motion "Crack!" I let out a blood-curdling cry, as I felt all the pain in one broken finger. "Say you love me and maybe I'll stop". -Summary: Aven, Prince and Future king of a corrupt monarchy and society begins having a dream of a strange woman who must complete the prophecy of concieving the perfect heir. In Aven's eyes his country is perfect but in the eyes of woman who holds the entire fate of the country on her back (Letharia) it's pure evil. Aven is infatuated with her and seizes his opportunity to have her during one faithful encounter.

Arthia Violette, a Fine Arts student, majoring in Painting, has always been sure that her sole purpose in this life is to become a wife. She would always cry over proposals and wedding scenes in movies or books. She believes in marriage and has always been so fond of marrying in her early 20's. But at 20, she still has the NBSB badge. And just when she had already given up dating and just decided to wait for what we call in God's time, Antonio Nicholas, an Architecture student, suddenly slid through her Instagram DM's. Not only that, he slid into her DM's, but he also turns out to be the son of her father's colleague, and Av being a die-hard fan of destiny, thought that maybe it was her shot at it. It was the start of everything. And finally, at 21, Av got a boyfriend! And at 23, she got married to the man of her dreams. At 24, she had her gallery, art workshop, and art store. She had her first successful major exhibit. She's living the life she has always dreamed of. What could possibly go wrong?

 Ivy Sinclair was born to be forgotten.  Ivy, a wolfless runt of the Bloodfang Pack, had little choice but to disappear into the shadows after being turned away by Alpha Killian Wolfe. However, a long inactive power awakens within her when Killian's brutal rejection leaves her broken and alone. She lives as something darker, strong, created by sadness and wrath, rather than the weak girl she was before. Centuries old, a prophecy was said out loud: "Born of light, born of shadow, a queen without a crown, a wolf without a pack... The forsaken will cry out, and the broken will rise. With the rogue king, Ronan Devereaux, by her side, Ivy sets out to tear down the empire Killian built. But the path to vengeance is not without its cost, and Ivy soon discovers that the darkness within her runs deeper than she ever imagined. Her soul is bound to something ancient, and when Killian returns, desperate to reclaim her, Ivy must face a choice that will shatter everything she’s fought for. The storm is rising, and Ivy is no longer the one who will be broken. She is the one who will break everything.