Mi nombre es Lhea Warren, tengo 23 años y soy la chica más común que puede haber en el mundo, o en lo que queda de él. Mi vida iba como siempre, rutinaria y aburrida. Las cosas que pasaban por mi cabeza eran las de toda mujer corriente: Terminar la universidad, la graduación, tener citas con el chico que me gustaba, mantener mi vida social, mi futuro... Jodido futuro el que me tocó pasar. Si hace tres meses me preguntaban sobre un Apocalipsis zombie, yo me les hubiera reído en la cara. Pregúntamelo ahora, mientras atravieso con mi cuchillo la cara de un maldito y putrefacto espécimen. Subsistir, perdurar, resistir, matar, correr, permanecer. Estas son mis reglas básicas, mi mantra diario, el que por ahora me está funcionando malditamente bien. Subsistir con lo que encuentre para perdurar, Resistir a toda la mierda, matar a quien se cruce por mi camino, correr como la última vez , para tratar a como dé lugar, de permanecer viva al final del día. Muchas cosas cambiaron, Todo el mundo está cambiando, solo los que se acostumbran al cambio sobreviven. En este mundo ya no existe la familia, los amigos, todos ellos están convertidos en esas cosas o muertos. La jerarquía, el gobierno, las instituciones, Todas se fueron al demonio una vez que todo comenzó. Los sentimientos y emociones como el amor, desaparecieron por completo, cuando lo más importante es sobrevivir. Lo único que permanece en cada persona es el instinto de supervivencia, solo el más apto sigue viviendo. Y si me piden un consejo, les daré uno solo, uno que siempre deben utilizar... "Corran, corran por sus vidas"
Mi nombre es Lhea Warren, tengo 23 años y soy la chica más común que puede haber en el mundo, o en lo que queda de él.
Mi vida iba como siempre, rutinaria y aburrida. Las cosas que pasaban por mi cabeza eran las de toda mujer corriente: Terminar la universidad, la graduación, tener citas con el chico que me gustaba, mantener mi vida social, mi futuro... Jodido futuro el que me tocó pasar.
Si hace tres meses me preguntaban sobre un Apocalipsis zombie, yo me les hubiera reído en la cara. Pregúntamelo ahora, mientras atravieso con mi cuchillo la cara de un maldito y putrefacto espécimen.
Subsistir, perdurar, resistir, matar, correr, permanecer.
Estas son mis reglas básicas, mi mantra diario, el que por ahora me está funcionando malditamente bien. Subsistir con lo que encuentre para perdurar, Resistir a toda la mierda, matar a quien se cruce por mi camino, correr como la última vez , para tratar a como dé lugar, de permanecer viva al final del día.
Muchas cosas cambiaron, Todo el mundo está cambiando, solo los que se acostumbran al cambio sobreviven.
En este mundo ya no existe la familia, los amigos, todos ellos están convertidos en esas cosas o muertos. La jerarquía, el gobierno, las instituciones, Todas se fueron al demonio una vez que todo comenzó.
Los sentimientos y emociones como el amor, desaparecieron por completo, cuando lo más importante es sobrevivir.
Lo único que permanece en cada persona es el instinto de supervivencia, solo el más apto sigue viviendo.
Y si me piden un consejo, les daré uno solo, uno que siempre deben utilizar...
"Corran, corran por sus vidas"
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
Carrying a child left Adeline trapped in marriage to the ruthless and unhinged Waylon, and everyone doubted she'd survive to see the baby's first breath. Filled with dread but determined, she carefully won him over and soon became his lethal obsession. Yet on the day she planned to escape, Waylon drove their car to a cliff's edge, foot hovering over the gas. "I'm sorry, love—did you just say divorce?" His fingers skimmed her cheek, his tone a deadly whisper. "Defy me, and you pay." Later, drenched in blood and rain, he knelt before her, trembling, and pleaded, "Tell me how to keep you here."
Three years ago, the Moore family opposed Charles Moore's choice to marry his beloved woman and selected Scarlett Riley as his bride. Charles didn't love her. In fact, he hated her. Not long after they got married, Scarlett received an offer from her dream university and jumped on it. Three years later, Charles's beloved woman fell terribly ill. In order to fulfill her last wish, he called Scarlett back and presented her with a divorce agreement. Scarlett was deeply hurt by Charles's abrupt decision, but she chose to let him go and agreed to sign the divorce papers. However, Charles seemed to delay the process deliberately, leaving Scarlett confused and frustrated. Now, Scarlett was trapped between the consequences of Charles's indecision. Would she be able to break free from him? Would Charles eventually come to his senses and face his true feelings?
Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?