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Betrayed By Family: A Daughter's Vengeance

Betrayed By Family: A Daughter's Vengeance

My summer internship was everything: a path to my dream career in marketing, years of hard work finally paying off. Then my parents dropped a bombshell. My estranged rockstar uncle was gravely ill, and I, his favorite niece, had been chosen to be his full-time caregiver. They spun a tale of liver problems, but a glowing blue text only I could see whispered a darker truth: "They' re not worried about his health, they' re worried about his royalties. Rick' s music just got licensed for a huge movie. They want to make sure they' re in his will." My refusal was met with a cold, hard slap across the face, and the devastating news: "It' s done, Chloe. There' s no internship to go back to." They' d sabotaged my future, then casually explained: "We' ve already made the arrangements." The email from my dream firm confirmed it: "rescind our internship offer…wish you the best in your recovery." Recovery? What were they talking about? They took my ID, my money, my car keys. Then I overheard my mother' s chilling words: "Rick' s viral load is extremely high… a little contact… a shared utensil… a simple solution. Once she' s sick too, she' ll have no choice but to be quiet." My own mother was planning to infect me with HIV. I bolted, running into the night, only to find my father' s mistress and instigate a chaotic scene, creating my escape. But they weren' t done. A viral video appeared, featuring my tearful parents. "Our daughter, Chloe, is very sick," my father stated, "She contracted HIV through a promiscuous lifestyle… she developed a severe gambling addiction. She stole all of our savings…" Hatred flooded the comments. My name, reputation, and future were completely destroyed. Who would believe me over my grieving, concerned parents? I was utterly alone, but one thought burned through my despair: they wouldn' t get away with this.
A Father's Vengeance: For Rosie's Voice

A Father's Vengeance: For Rosie's Voice

Elias Thorne, a Harmony Keeper, sacrificed seven years to shield his wife Izzy from a deadly family curse, binding him to a loveless New Orleans marriage. His profound baritone, meant for healing, now merely scored Izzy' s decadent affairs, a bitter backdrop to her ungrateful life. His only solace was their six-year-old daughter, Rosie, whose pure voice brought him quiet joy. But Julian Vance, Izzy' s obsessive jazz musician lover, craved an "ultimate essence" for his saxophone. With a dark sorceress's aid, they targeted Rosie's angelic voice. Unthinkable cruelty followed: they cut into Rosie for the "core" of her singing. Rosie died days later from infection, a child sacrificed for Julian's "art." That evening, Izzy callously celebrated Julian' s minor award, dismissing Rosie' s death as a "small sacrifice." The horror deepened when Elias discovered they had stolen Rosie' s body for a grotesque ritual, binding her spirit to Julian's instrument. When he intervened, Izzy ordered his guards to strip him and force him barefoot across razor-sharp oyster shells. As the shells tore into his feet, Elias felt his seven-year sacrifice shatter. The protective shield he' d maintained around Izzy, guarding her from the family curse, violently disintegrated. This monstrous, unbelievable betrayal-his wife celebrating while their daughter' s body was desecrated-left him reeling. How could the woman he saved be utterly devoid of humanity? In that raw moment, the chilling truth dawned: the curse he confined was finally unleashed. Just as Izzy' s guards closed in, help arrived from his Appalachian family. Armed with his sacred fiddle and renewed power, Elias now unleashes a righteous fury, not just for Rosie, but to bring true harmony to a world consumed by discord. The consequences for Julian, Mireille, and Izzy will be absolute.
The Wrath Of A Vampire Master

The Wrath Of A Vampire Master

"Who are you, Sebastian?" "I think I can ask the same. Where did you come from, Anastasia?" As soon as the last syllable escapes my lips, we find ourselves interlocked in a kiss. Knowing my full attention, I stop to ask, "Are you sure you want to do this, Anastasia?" "The only thing I'm sure of is the way you are making me feel." Unable to contain myself, I pull her into a fiery and passionate kiss. All my thoughts are obliterated. For the first time in over two hundred years, I am kissing a mortal woman. I can feel the hunger grow inside me, the pleasure building towards a peak. I pull her even tighter into my body. I can smell her arousal, and it only fuels me. The kiss is getting deeper and deeper with every breath that we take. "What are we doing, Sebastian?" "Anastasia, let me show you.” Vampire Master, Sebastian Belmont, has been carved to perfection for over two hundred years. Drawn to danger, he dangles his fingers in all that is supernatural and has great power beyond compare. Ruthless, yet charming, he rules his empire with an iron fist. With a line of scorned ex-lovers left behind, this charming Vampire is set to cross paths with Anastasia Santi. Anastasia Santi is a young girl that has great aspirations and desires all the things, the love, and the fulfillment that she dreamed of as a child. She is strong-willed and always finds herself in some sort of trouble she needs saving from. Though one fateful night, Sebastian crosses the line and sets his life in a new direction. A destiny toward a great legacy and to all things that goes bump in the night. But the ultimate sacrifice lies at the end… Will Sebastian give up the one thing that he values the most…his immortality…
LYRA: THE HALF-BLOODED VAMPIRE QUEEN

LYRA: THE HALF-BLOODED VAMPIRE QUEEN

Lyra Brown one day became Lyra Aurelia Da Vamp after being crushed by a bus or truck because of her carelessness. She even didn’t know how she died. She woke up in another world as a vampire princess. Many trials are waiting for her to be upgraded from a half-blooded vampire princess to the greatest vampire queen. Can she overcome all the trials and reach her goal? She is the princess of Darkenia, the kingdom of vampires while he is the grand-duke of Angelica, the kingdom of angels. While pretending to be lovers, she became the one who fell into the abyss of love. How about the other one? Who was the one fallen first in the game of playing lovebirds? After falling in love with an angel, would history repeat itself? While there are past feuds between the vampire race and the angel race, what would be the ending for the two lovebirds? Or lovers can solve every misunderstanding and unite all races to fight the devil king? Sneck-Peak: Lyra: My angel, my life, my entire world, you’re the one that I want, the one that I need. Let me be with you always, my love, my everything. You are only mine while you are alive, and you would be only mine when you would be dead. Do you still want to be with me, my dearest? Leo: Even if you didn’t say it, we could be only ours. There would be no one even death can separate us. I am always yours and you are always mine, my lovely Lyra.
Reborn To Swap Husbands With My Sister

Reborn To Swap Husbands With My Sister

The sensation of falling wasn't like flying; it was heavy, violent, and smelled of burning flesh. Above us, on the crumbling balcony of the Sears manor, Duke Cato Sears turned his back, shielding his cousin Bianca from the smoke as he walked away, leaving my sister Blossom and me to drop into the abyss. As the darkness slammed shut like an iron door, I realized my entire life had been a cruel script written by the people I called family. In my first life, I was the sacrificial lamb of the Dawson manor, sold to a man who eventually watched me die without blinking. My sister Blossom had pushed me into Cato's arms to avoid his rumors, only to laugh when the fire finally consumed us both. My father had measured my value like a piece of livestock, and my step-grandmother didn't even acknowledge my existence while I was being led to the slaughter. I died in that fire, feeling the heat scorch my skin and the weight of a hatred so potent it tasted like bile. I spent twenty years being the weak, manipulated shadow of a girl, only to end up as nothing more than a phantom scorch mark on a "hero's" estate. I couldn't understand why my own blood treated my life like a game they could discard. The injustice of it all burned hotter than the flames that took my last breath. Then, I sat up, sucking in air that tasted of lavender and air conditioning, not smoke. I was back in my bedroom, three days before the engagement ball that ruined my life. Blossom stood at the door, her "sweet" mask slipping as she tried to manipulate me into the Duke's path again. She thought she was the only one who had come back, but she didn't realize that this time, I was going to let her have exactly what she wanted: the Duke, the bankruptcy, and the living hell that awaited her in that house.
The Jilted Storm Weaver's Return

The Jilted Storm Weaver's Return

Tonight, I, Sarah Miller, stood ready to claim my birthright as a Moon Bay Guardian, destined to command the skies as a Storm Weaver. But my power died to a nervous breeze, and amidst the elders’ scorn, my fiancé Richard publicly rejected me, proposing instead to my adopted sister, Olivia. Humiliation burned, yet worse was the invisible force that slammed into me, stripping every last shred of my abilities, leaving me hollow. In my despair, the powerful leader, Ethan Blackwood, offered me his name, his protection—a lifeline I desperately grasped. But my savior was my ultimate betrayer. I soon discovered Ethan had deliberately sabotaged my Awakening, using me as a conduit to siphon Olivia's ritualistic burdens—her “Cleansing Curses”—so she could rise. His promises of love were cruel lies masking a sinister plot. Worst of all, Olivia, with a smirk, confessed she engineered my parents’ ritualistic deaths, and Ethan, the man who married me, had not only known but covered up her crime. He watched me suffer, using me as a shield, all for her. My entire life was a lie, a sacrifice for his twisted ambition for Olivia. Cold rage replaced my shattered heart. If they desired my end, they would instead find my beginning. I meticulously faked my own gruesome death, disappearing into the bayou's shadows. My tormentors believed me gone, but from the depths of betrayal, I would rise, no longer just Sarah Miller, but a force of nature reborn, ready to unleash a storm far more devastating than they could ever imagine. They wanted to strip me bare? Now, they would face the thunder.