On their wedding night, he gave her an agreement. "Divorce after giving birth to a baby." But after the baby was born, she couldn't leave the bed, let alone get divorced...
On their wedding night, he gave her an agreement. "Divorce after giving birth to a baby." But after the baby was born, she couldn't leave the bed, let alone get divorced...
Once upon a time, in the oh-so-familiar and not-so-distant land of Ravenwood High School, I was surrounded in a land of superficial bitches and boys who look so yummy I just want to take them home and bake cookies on their hard, toned abs. The bitches ruled the halls, while the delicious men stalked their sides, forever being their protectors, companions, and lovers.
My problem was I didn't fit in any of those categories in this not-so-fairy-like fairy tale. I definitely wasn't a bitch, and far from being a yummy looking boy, so, what was I? Who was I? Where did I belong in this kingdom of teenagers? Could I be a burn out, nerd, bad girl, or was I the dreaded goody-two-shoes that couldn't stand to be in trouble? Trouble... Come to think of it, I'm always finding myself in trouble...
"Nova, hurry up!" my annoying excuse for an older brother, Noah, called, bringing me out of my sweet, sweet slumber.
"For God's sake Noah, 15 MORE MINUTES!" I screamed back in fury. I swear, ever since he had his license and he was forced by our parents to be my personal driver, he was the most impatient, aggravating, most annoying pain in th-
"Nova! Get your ass down here now! No one is going to care what you look like on the first day of school!" Noah bellowed out as loud as he could. Would it kill him to at least walk up the stairs and politely knock on my door? But of course not, this was Noah West we were talking about.
Care what I look like? I've never cared about what I look like, scratch that- this one time David Smith asked me to chucky cheese when I was 10 and I wore the most ridiculous dress, at the time I thought it was cute, but oh goodness how I was wrong.
The more lost in thought I became, the more I realized I might actually have to get out of bed and go to school. Silly Noah, I wasn't getting ready. I was relishing in the heaven that was my bed. I reluctantly pushed myself off of my bed, and looked in the mirror, solely to make sure I was wearing pants. This one time I was so tired that I actually-
"NOVA!" Noah screamed, losing it, and finally pulling me out of my own head.
"Okay Okay Okay! I'm coming down!" I replied.
Pants? Check. My favorite wolf singlet? Check. My combat boots I wore every day unless I was forced to wear another pair of shoes? Check. I shuffled around my room, which was full of unopened boxes, seeing as how I've been here all of a month and I have yet to unpack; and I stopped at a boxed labeled "Jackets" and grabbed my favorite black jacket. I didn't bother with my hair, letting it fall to its natural waves. As for make-up, I simply didn't have the time. I raced down the stairs and into Noah's lame truck that he was so proud of. Although I did make a pit stop in the kitchen to grab some sausage my mom had made before she went to her job at the hospital.
Noah looked shocked that I was finally in the truck, "About damn time..." he muttered.
"Less talking. More driving." I managed to choke out in between inhaling sausage. I knew I was risking eating in Noah's "baby", but paybacks a bitch when you don't let this kid eat.
"Nova...are you...are you eating in my baby? You know I just got her cleaned and I don't want your crumbs messing with her clean interior." Noah said, rather calmly.
I shrugged it off, mumbling a half-hearted apology. I honestly didn't give two cents about his baby. I was just excited for my own baby. Two months I have to wait until I turn sixteen and I'm finally free. As free as I can get that is. I love my mom and all but she can be a bit over protective. Ever since my dad left she hasn't been the same. My dad and I never got along, so I was almost relieved when he left. I finally got my peace. But I couldn't feel as happy as I would have, my mother was crushed. She even went as far as moving us halfway across the country to Ravenwood, California. She said it was for a 'fresh start', but I know she just wanted another excuse to put in her head as why dad couldn't, rather than wouldn't, come back. And ever since our move she has become insanely overprotective of Noah and me.
Needless to say, we don't talk about our dad. Ever.
I, once again, got lost and my thoughts and hadn't realized Noah waving his hand in front of my nonresponsive face, urging me to snap out of it, and that we were here. I mumbled an apology and he sighed, "You know, you're so spacey Nova. Sometimes I wonder if you're smoking something."
Typical Noah statement right there. Every time I zoned out he would comment about my "drug usage" or that I was a total lunatic, or something else rash. He was so annoying that sometimes I just wanted to rip his blonde hair out of his stupid-
"Nova!" Noah shook me.
"What?" I asked, rather annoyed that I was being jolted like this.
"You're doing it again!" he accused.
"Oh... sorry, I'm just uh, nervous that's all." Okay. That wasn't a total bullshit excuse. I was kind of nervous. New school, new people, and most of all, learning. Ugh. I even hated thinking of it. But before I even continued elaborating in my head, and so infamously spacing out, I got out of the truck, and followed Noah into Ravenwood High.
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Stella Carter once thought that Sebastian Baker could shield her from the wind and rain to keep her safe for the rest of her life. But she didn’t expect that almost all the storms in her life were brought by him. Sebastian had another woman and she was nothing like her. He considered her as the sunshine in his life, bringing him warmth and strength. Yes, Stella was bleak and could not compare to that woman. But, just to live, she had to do her best.
He backed her against the wall, his voice a low growl. "Don't call me uncle." A teasing smirk touched her lips. "I gave you everything," she whispered. "But you said I was your partner's daughter. That it could never work. The choice was always yours." Prince Mathew's hand cradled her throat, his dominance a palpable force. "The age gap is nothing! only a few years. I am not your uncle." The fear of losing her shattered his control. His mouth crashed down on hers in a searing, desperate kiss. His mind screamed that she was forbidden, but his body craved her, and his wolf demanded to claim its mate. With a final surrender, he pressed his teeth to her neck, marking her forever. "You are mine," he vowed possessively. "Only mine." As a billionaire hiding his identity as the next Alpha King, control was his currency. He never expected to fall for his best friend's rebellious daughter. One night was a mistake. A second was a betrayal. But claiming her as his mate? That was a risk he was finally willing to take.
A tragic accident left Clara orphaned. Taken in by the Curtis family, she grew up pampered by Declan, their powerful head, mistaking his indulgence for love. That illusion shattered two years ago at her lavish birthday, when a drunken kiss earned her a slap and harsh words. "Who do you think you are?" Only then did Clara realize she was nothing more than a treasured pet, not a beloved woman. When she was diagnosed with terminal cancer, Declan flaunted his affair and forced her to date. The day she left for good, he finally snapped, "You want to leave? I don't agree!"
Hidden for years by the state despite a fortune worth billions, Grace bounced through three foster homes. At her fourth stop, the wealthy Holden family showered her with care, sparking spiteful claims she was a despicable grifter. Those lies died when a university president greeted her. "Professor, your lab's ready." A top CEO presented a folder. "Boss, our profits soared by 300% this year!" An international hacker organization came to her doorstep. "The financial market would crash without you!" Colton, a mysterious tycoon, pinned her softly. "Fun's over. Let's go make some babies." Grace's cheeks flared. "I didn't agree to that!" He slid a black card into her hand. "One island per baby."
In the eighteen years of her life, Brianna had endured relentless abuse from her family, living in constant fear. One fateful day, two dignified figures approached her and revealed a shocking truth: she was their long-lost daughter, heiress to the wealthiest family in the city-the Owens. Desperate for love and acceptance, Brianna hoped to escape her past. Instead, she fell victim to Cassie, a cunning impostor who manipulated their parents against her while feigning distress. Rather than forging a connection with her real family, Brianna found herself betrayed and isolated. When a car accident left Brianna in a vegetative state, she found herself able to listen to everything around her, though unable to respond. Bitterly, she realized her parents didn't care for her; they visited just once. A month later, Cassie visited, disconnecting the ventilator before leaning in to whisper coldly, "Goodbye, my dear sister. You shouldn't have come back. You are meant for that despicable, wretched family." Somehow, fate granted Brianna a second chance. Reborn and fueled by rage, she vowed to make everyone who had wronged her pay dearly. This time, she would seize the life that had been stolen from her.
"Please believe me. I didn't do anything!" Thalassa Thompson cried helplessly. "Take her away." Kris Miller, her husband, said coldly. He didn't care as she was humiliated for the whole world to see. What would you if the love of your life and the woman you considered your best friend betrayed you in the worse way possible? For Thalassa, the answer was only one; she's going to come back stronger and better and bring everyone who made her suffer to their knees. Let the games begin! ***** "I hate you." Kris gritted out, glaring into her eyes. Thalassa laughed. "Mr Miller, if you hate me so much, then why is your dick so hard?"
One year into marriage, Yvonne realized she was nothing more than a substitute for someone else's memory. When his true love reappeared, Julian tossed a divorce contract her way. "She's back. We're finished," he said flatly. The secret of her pregnancy stayed hidden. Yvonne fought the urge to cry, signed her freedom, and disappeared. Five years on, cameras flashed as Yvonne, radiant in red, strode across a film festival stage with her bright-eyed son. Julian's hands clenched as he watched. "Sir, the boy's four and a half," whispered his shaken assistant. Then, he rushed to the film set only to witness an A-list actor gently wrapping his arm around Yvonne's waist. "I've booked your favorite restaurant for tonight's celebration." The little boy blinked his innocent eyes at Julian, asking, "Who are you? One of my mom's crazy admirers?" He cornered her in the dressing room, his voice hoarse as he said, "Let's remarry." Her lips curled slightly, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. "The curtain's down; it's time to end this scene." But this time, he wasn't letting go.
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