Chelsy_writes

I struggle slightly with the terrible pain at my waist and my head. It shouldn't hurt after death but it did hurt. I force my eyes open just to meet with another pair of eyes. Silver ones that belong to an elderly woman. Not so elderly but she's obviously far older than I am."You tried to kill yourself." She smiles and presses a hot cloth on my head. I try to groan and yell out in pain but nothing comes out of my mouth. She presses the cloth on my legs as well and my waist. "Why would you want to kill yourself?" She asks, still pressing the hot cloth on my body. It hurts badly but even a sigh doesn't escape my lips. "Is she alright?" A tall broad man walks in. For a moment I didn't see his face, just his chest because he's way out of my line of sight but with every step he takes closer his face becomes more and more visible."She's still recovering. She's awake now but she's still In pain." The woman says to him. He stands not so far away with his gray eyes glued to me like he's studying me or something. I try to talk, to ask where I am and who they are but nothing comes out. With each attempt, I feel my body growing weaker.The plan was to die and not get rescued by strangers who do not look familiar at all. They aren't members of my pack but they could be of another pack. Why are they holding me?. "Make sure she recovers fast." The man says in a commanding tone and leaves. I stare at the woman who only wears a smile on her face. She dips the cloth in water and presses it softly on my thighs. It isn't as hot as it was. The little time she conversed with whoever that man was, made the water turn warm. "You really shouldn't take suicide as an option because it isn't." She utters. I try to speak but nothing comes fort. Like my vocal cord doesn't exist anymore or like I've lost my ability to even talk. A lot of questions are running through my mind and with each passing second, I feel more and more anxious. I look around the room we are in. It's a small room with barely anything, just the bed I lay on and a small chair and a table and a curtain blocking the rays of the sun from passing through the small window. What is this place? Why am I here? How did they find me? All I remember is letting myself fall and hitting the hard ground and I'm sure I passed out right after that. Everything else is a blur. ○○○○○ Running away from her dreadful uncle and dreadful pack, Hazel decides to end her life. Only to be saved by people from a pack. Soon she discovers her mate is the alpha of the pack but what she thought would be a life of bliss turns into her worst nightmare. Her mate constantly rejects her. After a near death experience and Kyle thought he would lose his mate Hazel, he decides to open up and tell her the reason why he chooses to resent her. Turns out, Kyle has played a major role in Hazel's life misery. Will she still choose him after everything and stand by his side to break the deal he has with a demon or will she leave him out of anger that she feels. ○○○○○ An exciting tale of Kyle's and Hazel's love story filled with bumps, fears, betrayals, obstacles. Will they overcome the fierceness that strives to break them or will they suffer in pain and agony?

Seraphine Vale is whisked away to Aetherborn Academy after a terrifying magical incident, she expects answers, not four dangerously captivating boys who seem unnervingly drawn to her. Alaric, the cold vampire noble. Kade, the brooding werewolf with eyes like storms. Damien, the charming dragon prince. And Lucien, the beautiful, unreadable incubus who invades her dreams. Each boy reacts to Seraphine as if they've known her far longer than she's been alive... and each one's powers surge unpredictably around her. As forbidden feelings spark and jealousy rises, Seraphine discovers a chilling truth: a prophecy ties her fate to theirs and to a sealed ancient power capable of either saving or destroying their world. Dark forces begin stirring beneath the Academy, hunting her magic... and her heart. To survive, Seraphine must unravel the mystery of who she really is and which boy she can trust when love itself might set the prophecy in motion. Because awakening the Aetherborn doesn't just change her destiny. It changes everyone around her.

A normal teen, normal home, normal life. Then all of a sudden, not so normal. She has been living a lie. A lie she wasn't aware of. One guest, One night, Changes everything. Danger, greed, envy, war, bloodthirsty Vampires... And she's in the middle of all this. Caught in a story of love and hate. A story she didn't choose, A story she has to live. Her new story.

In a kingdom where loyalty is currency and love is a liability, one runaway princess and one disguised prince might change everything. Grand Princess Aurette Evigheden Roosevelt was born with a crown on her head-but not the freedom to choose her fate. When her parents force her into becoming the royal mistress of King of Vulon, Aurette chooses rebellion-and vanishes beyond the palace walls, chasing a sliver of freedom through forests thick with memory and danger. Haunted by a childhood tragedy and the twin brother she lost, Aurette learns that the world beyond the palace gates is far more tangled than courtly whispers. But Ruilux is a kingdom poised on the edge, and even the softest bloom may grow thorns to survive.

The numb cold started in my fingertips, creeping inward. I watched Chloe, my wife, her face a mask of impatient fury in the dim tent light. Outside, a blizzard howled, the soundtrack to my dying. My miraculous blood, the blood that could heal, drained from my arm, a crimson offering for a dead man. "More," Chloe demanded, her voice sharp. "It' s not enough. You have to bring him back." Her childhood sweetheart, Jake Miller, lay frozen nearby, a corpse. "Chloe, it doesn' t work like this," I rasped, my vision blurring. "I can heal injuries. I can' t raise the dead." "Liar!" she shrieked, her grief a twisted venom. "You can heal anything! You won' t save him because you' re jealous! It' s your fault he went up that mountain! If you hadn' t forced me to marry you, he' d still be alive!" The accusation was a sick joke. I had healed her to repay a debt, a lie used to trap me. I wasn' t a god, just a medical prodigy. As my lifeblood pooled, the world faded to black, her hateful face my last sight. Then, bright, sterile light. I gasped, eyes flying open in a pristine hospital room. My hands were whole, warm. Mrs. Davis, Chloe' s mother, stood by the window, worried but hopeful. This was the day it all began, the day they begged me to heal their daughter. I remembered my profound sense of duty, repaying a girl I believed saved me. That single selfless act led to a year of loveless marriage, resentment, and my own murder. "Dr. Hayes," Mrs. Davis said, trembling. "We' ve heard about your… gift. They say you can perform miracles." She stepped forward, hands clasped. "My daughter, Chloe… she' ll never walk again. But we believe… you can save her. Please, we' ll give you anything." But my gaze was cold. I saw the contempt, the venom of my past in her desperate eyes. I had been a fool. A naive, sacrificial lamb. Not again.

My supposed death was three years ago. Today, the man who orchestrated it all, Liam Miller, returned, oblivious to the spectral presence tethered to him. I was once his fiancée, tricked into a whirlwind romance orchestrated by his family. My rare O-negative blood, compatible kidney, and healthy womb weren't assets to him, but resources to be exploited for his ailing nephew Leo and his "childhood sweetheart" Chloe. At our engagement party, Chloe faked an allergic reaction, and Liam, without a second thought, abandoned me, wine-stained and humiliated. When I finally found the courage to break things off, a shocking discovery emerged: I was pregnant. He transformed into the "doting partner," but only to cage me in his family' s estate, planning to harvest our child' s cord blood and stem cells for his family's needs. Upon realizing their monstrous plot-that my baby was to be an organ farm-I tried to escape. Liam caught me, a torrent of terror and rage erupting from me. The sheer stress triggered an early, violent labor. They took my child, left me for dead in a remote clinic, and believed I was gone forever. My soul, however, remained bound to Liam. I witnessed his hollow grief, Chloe's triumphant manipulation, and the family's casual cruelty. He thought I was dead, yet still intended to carve me up for parts. But he had no idea. This was just the beginning. I was a ghost, a witness, and soon, I would be his reckoning.

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."

The antiseptic smell was the last thing I remembered. In my "other" life, the one that ended in blood and despair, I died from late-stage cancer in an unpaid hospital bed. My parents, Sarah and Robert, cried. They held my hand, promising to take care of everything, just as they had for years while I diligently sent them money for my health insurance. But they lied. The money was gone, squandered on a secret life. My father finally broke, confessing they' d adopted a son, Liam, channeling all my money to him, building a new family on the foundation of my slow death. The betrayal shattered something inside me. The weight of the kitchen knife, my mother' s scream, then nothing. Until I blinked. Sunlight streamed through my bedroom window. My husband, David, slept beside me. My body felt healthy, a full year before Dr. Evans' death sentence. A terrifying, undeserved second chance. I remembered the insurance renewal notice I' d ignored yesterday because I trusted them. This time, I wouldn't. When I called my mother, her usual syrupy sweetness faltered. "Oh… perfectly fine if you handle that yourself," she said, before asking for another twenty thousand dollars for renovations. I gave it to them, a ticket to the truth. Then came the photo: a blurry, half-demolished kitchen, and in the corner, a bright blue, brand-new plastic dinosaur. Liam already existed. The confusion lifted, replaced by a cold, sharp purpose. The hunt had begun.

For love, I walked away from ancient power, trading immortality for a quiet life with my wife, Seraphina, and our daughter, Willow. We lived simply, off the grid, far from the world I once protected. Then came the nightmare. A chilling premonition: Willow in agony, Julian Thorne's smirk in the shadows, and Seraphina, my wife, turning away. I knew I had to go back to the world I'd abandoned – to Seraphina' s opulent Sterling Order, to reclaim my lost power, my Heartwood Staff. But instead of understanding, I found a stranger. Seraphina, cold and distant, dismissed my warnings, believed Julian's lies, and allowed him to frame me. My daughter and I were thrown into a desolate prison, starving, defenseless. My wife, the woman I sacrificed everything for, watched, indifferent. I thought my heart was broken then. But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared me for the moment Seraphina, my own wife, raised an arcane device and aimed it at our daughter. Willow' s scream still echoes in my soul. Her eyes… blinded by her own mother' s hand. In that instant, lying broken and helpless, something awakened within me. Not the man I tried to be, but the ancient Guardian I was always meant to be. The Solstice Gala is tomorrow. I' m coming back for my reckoning. And this time, she won' t turn away.

The fluorescent lights of my bedroom ceiling seared my eyes, but it was the calendar that truly paralyzed me. Today' s date. The exact date I swore I' d never live through again. The day Tiffany Evans, with her carefully crafted mask of vulnerability, first asked to stay over. My heart hammered, a frantic drumbeat against my ribs. Because I remembered. With chilling, vivid clarity, I remembered every agonizing detail. Tiffany. Her insidious lies. The false accusation of sexual assault that exploded like a bomb, obliterating my brother David's D1 scholarship, his reputation, his entire future. I watched our golden boy, the star quarterback, turn into a ghost haunting our home. Then came the tragic street race, his desperate escape that led only to death. Mom and Dad, their love and lives stolen by grief, followed soon after. My own end? A blur of white-hot rage, a final, bloody confrontation with Tiffany that claimed both our lives. I' d pitied her once. That pity cost us everything. This time, the familiar scent of my mom' s laundry detergent on my sheets felt like a cruel joke. The betrayal of Mark Jenkins, David's jealous best friend and Tiffany's willing accomplice, still stung like a fresh wound. How could I have been so blind? But then, it clicked. The shock, the jolt of pure adrenaline. I was back. A second chance. A terrifying, incredible gift. No pity this time. No room for error. I knew Tiffany's game. And this time, I wouldn't be a pawn. I would be the ultimate player, ready to rewrite our fate.

You've heard the Greek mythology story about Hades and Persephone. Well, here's a different version: Korey 'Persephone' Jones was one of the best florists in town. At 24 she is working for the best flower shop in town stumbles upon a cave to a whole new world. After being employed by Wade Wilson, not everything is as it seems, Korey discovers the terrifying truth that her parents kept her from, Hades. Will she run away, or will she face the truth?