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The Empress's Second Chance
Sutton Horsley The imperial selection, a grand affair that could secure a family' s fortune, was upon us.
But in the Thompson household, excitement was replaced by a chilling demand.
My mother, Mrs. Thompson, gripped my hands, her face a mask of strained concern.
"Sarah, you have to do this for us. For the family."
She wanted me to go to the selection in my cousin Emily' s place, "fail gracefully," and return home a nobody.
I looked at her, her words a haunting echo from a life I' d already lived.
The last time, I believed her.
I failed as instructed, but nobody ever came for me.
I spent three years as a low-ranking intern, enduring humiliation and grueling labor, clinging to the promise of my family.
When I finally scraped enough money to return, I found red lanterns and festive decorations.
My cousin, Emily, was marrying my fiancé.
My mother saw me at the gate, tattered and starved.
"What are you doing here?" she spat. "You' re an embarrassment. Go away."
The gates slammed shut, laughter from inside filling my ears as I collapsed in the snow, my life bleeding away.
Then, I woke up.
Back in my room, my mother' s voice a poisonous murmur.
"Sarah, you have to do this for us."
A bitter laugh almost escaped.
I was back, at the very moment of my ruin.
But this time, things would be different.
I pulled my hands from her grasp, a cold resolve settling in my heart.
"I will go. But I will go as Sarah Thompson. And I will not fail." Stolen Youth, Reclaimed Destiny
Zaccaria Linn The roar of the crowd was the last thing I heard.
I died on a dirty city street, falsely accused, a monster in their eyes.
It all started with a gift for my 25th birthday-an antique smartwatch from Eleanor, my adoptive mother.
It wasn't just a heavy, ornate trinket; it was a life-drainer.
Weeks after I clasped it on, my vibrant youth withered, my hair thinned, my mind fogged.
As I became a frail old woman, Eleanor, terrified of aging, grew younger, radiant with my stolen vitality.
She locked me in the dusty attic, telling the world I' d had a breakdown.
My only hope, Bethany, my ex-boyfriend' s fiancé, found me.
She helped me escape, or so I thought.
She live-streamed my chaotic flight, twisting a narrative: I was a fraud, mentally unstable, stealing from Eleanor.
The crowd, incited by her online posts, saw a villain, not a victim.
They closed in, their rage contorting their faces.
Bethany watched, a triumphant smile on her face, as my life drained away for the second, and final, time.
But death was not the end.
Floating in a void, I saw Eleanor and Bethany toasting with champagne, celebrating my demise.
The injustice burned through me, a rage so pure it could tear the universe apart.
They had taken everything.
Then, I woke up.
Gasping for air, my skin smooth, my hair thick and dark-25 again.
It was my birthday, the day it all started.
This time, the watch wouldn' t be for me.
This time, I was going to offer the "life-drainer" to Bethany.
I would watch Eleanor and Bethany, two predators bound by vanity and greed, tear each other apart.
This time, I would not be the victim. Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter
Lian Shuang Mo Xuetong has lost everything. Her mother, her child, even her servants, have been killed. Betrayed, disfigured, and alone, she dies trying to destroy the people who deceived her… …and wakes up as a child again. Given a second chance, she vows to make things different. This time she will not be a naïve child. This time she is beautiful, cold, and willing to do whatever it takes to get revenge. But her plans are disrupted when she uncovers a thirty year old conspiracy that changes everything. Will she still be able to change her fate? And even if she does, will her new fate be any better, or will her hunger for revenge destroy her? Watching My Family Burn
Shi Liu I woke up floating.
Not in a dream, but tethered to a nightmare.
My body lay cold on the bed, while my son, Leo, whispered, "Papa won't wake up."
My wife, Eleanor, stood by the door, her face a mask of ice. I was a ghost, able to watch, but powerless to intervene.
Then Julian Croft appeared, oozing charm and false sympathy. The man who'd received my liver, the root of my demise.
Eleanor dismissed Leo's desperate pleas, accusing *me* of manipulation, of using our son. She chose Julian, leaving Leo behind, a small, trembling figure in our empty home.
What followed was agony. I watched my seven-year-old journey miles to her office, only to be publicly humiliated, framed by Julian, and then viciously beaten.
Eleanor, blind to the truth, abandoned him again, leaving him bruised and alone in a dark alley.
My spirit seethed, consumed by a cold, useless rage. How could she believe such lies? How could she discard her own child so easily?
The injustice was unbearable. I was murdered, my son brutalized, and the woman I loved stood by my killer. I longed to warn her, to protect Leo, but I was just air. A silent scream.
Then Julian delivered the final blow: my little boy was tossed into the freezing Hudson River.
But as Leo's small form sank into the darkness, a desperate hope ignited. A stranger, an angel, pulled him from the depths.
My death was real, my son's suffering unbearable. And now, the true battle for justice, and for Leo's future, was about to begin. THE VAMPIRE'S REVENGE
Authores Akinqueenie KYLE’S POV,
“You are driving me crazy, girl, "I said as I took her earlobes in between my teeth and scraped them sexually, her moans filled my ear and I bite it harder as I recollected all I did just to get her to be mine, that is the price every human male makes to get to date a female werewolf. It is really crazy. Now, I am no longer a human. I am now an immortal who got his own power just like every werewolf.
“Wait a little,” she said as she shoved me into the bed. I slumped on the bed as I attempted to quell my emotion. She twerked her asses in a way that sent some sensation down my spine, I groaned and held my dick.
Suddenly she turned her face to me and I smiled, she frowned.
“Who are you?” she asked me in a cozy voice as she paced up and down like a giant warrior.
“What do you mean?” I asked as my gaze swiveled around and I saw the mirror overlooking her back. Has she discovered the new me? I implored in my mind. Then my eyes flickered. I stood up in speed and strode to the window and looked up at the stars.
“I am a Vampire!” I yelled.
There were four werewolves kingdoms in the oasis of Credos and those kingdoms enclosed human beings.
There were restrictions and regulations guiding the peaceful co-existence between the four kingdoms and the humans for many years without any bleach. Until a college boy turned into a Vampire. The boy was always treated badly by the humans, especially his stepmother.
He returned back home without anyone observing that he had died, he started attempting to unravel who he had become, he uncovered his new abilities and researched them.
Without the human's awareness, he snipped himself and dipped his blood into liquor at a party, thus turning those who taste out of the liquor into Vampires. He compelled an army of Vampires and perpetrated anything to avenge the werewolves.
Will the werewolves condone this? When the vampire boy and the daughter of one of the Alphas were mates?
And the same girl was assigned to coax him into their den. Will she decide on love or her people?
And there existed a brave human, HUNTER, who when others were terrified, was called to challenge and annihilate the Vampires. Will he accomplish his goals with the help of his siblings, the werewolves and daughter who is the Vampire boy and Werewolf girl's classmate and the Vampire boy's secret crushes?
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