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"I'm beautiful, I'm wanted", she whispers through her tears, countering her father's words in her head. "You're the reason why my life is the way it is, the reason for my suffering and poverty. You're a wicked child." Rojo's voice echoed again in her head like when one stands and shouts into a dark tunnel with sounds ricocheting off the tunnel walls."I'm the architect of my life and no one else's, my other names are solace and wealth. Not suffering" - she swiped angrily at her tears, - "or poverty. But solace and wealth and I am a beautiful child."
The day was just like any other day in the small sleepy town of Cadez.
Little birds chittered up in the trees, fluttering their little colored wings and fleeting from one tree to another.
These beautiful cedar trees lined up the driveway leading to the town's only high school.
The bricked walls were slightly faded with butchered paint markings left on them by mischievous college students.
As the boots of students hit the gravel, the crunching sounds could be heard all around mixed with student chatter.
It was the first day of school after a long summer break and everyone was excited to see their old friends and make new ones.
They moved in pairs and trios, pausing to greet and crack jokes before heading into the school's building; a spacious two-story building surrounded by low bungalows for practical classes and a greenhouse.
By the side of the greenhouse stood two students, a well-built muscular young man smartly dressed in an oxblood colored blazer and a pair of black pants and a girl with the same coloured blazer but a black pleated skirt.
The boy slung a carton-colored backpack on his left shoulder and on his wrist was a beautifully crafted black band that identified him as the captain of the college football team.
He rubbed the band absentmindedly while he nodded at some students who called out and waved at him as they entered the school building.
He was popular and well-liked both in school and in town for his brains in academics and sports ability.
He glanced at the girl some feet away from where he stood as she contemplated a yellow-petaled flower with a slender green stem. She had beautiful red hair that caught the lights in the sun as she bent her head slightly to look at a different part of the flower.
Rojo Alvarez could bet the twenty bucks in the left pocket of his black pants that she was a new student; she had that slightly bewildered look on her face. "You can touch them. They won't bite you know.
The flowers", says a chuckling Rojo. The girl, Sophia, started. She hadn't known that someone was watching her and when his voice had reached her, she had dropped the pink-colored notebook in her hand.
The last time she had looked around, she had been the only one on this side of the school. The air on this side of the school smelled nicer, no doubt tinged with the scents of the flowers growing in the greenhouse.
Some of the students were still crammed into the parking area while some were already in the halls.
Sophia took a deep breath to calm herself as she took in the boy in front of her.
He had dark curly hair, a lock of it just brushing his left eyebrow and he was much taller than she was. She put his age down at seventeen, the same age as she, which probably meant that they were in the same class.
Or would meet in the same class this morning, it was Sophia's first day at Cadez High. "Actually, I was looking at a cute little butterfly underneath one of the petals.
I didn't want to touch it because I didn't want it to fly before I was done admiring it", replies Sophia. She simultaneously reached for the book at the same as Rojo and their fingers brushed against each other.
Rojo cleared his throat and Sophia smiled, it was just like men to think they knew it all.
"Ah, I-I see. Well, what do you say we go inside and I can show you around for a bit before the classes start?
I noticed you first took a wrong turn when you came in earlier", says Rojo, determined to create a better impression of himself on the beautiful Sophia.
He couldn't let her get away with whatever thought she must have formed in her mind from correcting him earlier.
Call it pride or charisma but Rojo believed in doing things and doing them well.
It was surely what got him the shining scholar and athlete title he had both in his school and around their small town.
Sophia smiled again as she looked around warily as if she could disappear from his scrutiny by just looking around her.
She brushed down an invisible wrinkle on one side of her pleated skirt before focusing her eyes back on Rojo. "
In that case, then I think we should be on a first-name basis.
We should know each other's names for a start.
Mine is Sophia and I heard someone call out Rojo, is that you by any chance?
How do you spell it?" "R-O-J-O", says Rojo. He grinned widely showing perfectly capped white teeth and stretched his right hand out in a greeting.
He liked Sophia already.
She was direct as hell. Sophia brought out a slender left hand that Rojo took in his wider right and they shook hands.
From afar, it looked like both of them were calling a truce.
Rojo inclined his head to the right, in the general direction of the main school building, "Come on, let's head inside".
They walked side by side and joined a melee of other students who thronged into the school halls with their boots making squeaking sounds as they all went in under the sound of the bells that signified the start of classes.
Over the coming weeks, he and Sophia did everything together from going to classes to getting lunch together and heading back home after school.
They picked each other as partners for group projects and Sophia waited for Rojo sometimes after his football practices and afterwards, they'd stroll home together talking about anything and everything.
With each passing day, Rojo found himself falling deeper in love with her, wanting more than sneaky quick kisses with Sophia, never finding the time for a deeper physical connection. That is, until their school had conducted their annual awards and dancing night.
Rojo thought of that night as the night that changed the trajectory of the rest of his life.
Then, almost as if he had realized something, he smiled, a smile that did not quite reach his eyes. "It's a private restaurant and we can go there separately if you would prefer," he said, closing up the file. For a moment, I thought he might say more. Something daring, something to suggest that he did not only want to take me out to dinner. But he did not. Instead, he just nodded, his expression uncatchable, and turned back to the view outside the window again. It was then that I realized I had not said a word. And neither had I left. "Okay, you can take me out to dinner."
"MATE!" Marion screamed excitedly. "Oh my gosh, Jimmy is our mate!" I was excited; happy even that this was the grande present the moon goddess had in store for me. This out- of- a- fairytale concept that was about to turn my life around for good but--- "I Jimmy Flicher of the Night gazer pack hereby reject you, Anna Jenson as my mate" My dream, my hopes were all shattered in that moment there and then. The moment of shock only lasted for just a short while before I felt a great and unbearable. Clenching to my chest as I slowly fell to the ground, I watched as jimmy turned away from me without unfeeling, leaving me alone by the doorstep. I gasped as I struggled to make my way back to father but it was to no avail. I'd given up all will to struggle back to my feet and remain on the ground but a loud sound; like a Vaseline crashing to the ground behind me jolted me up. On getting to my feet and looking back, I saw father on the floor. Adding two and two together, I knew he must have seen Jimmy reject me and that had caused him to pass out. I'd immediately rushed over to his side, shaking him fervently, imagining the worst. "Father! Father, wake up!" But he didn't budge and with that, I was left with no choice than to call the ambulance which brings me to how I got to this hospital. Today was my birthday, the day Jimmy rejected me, the day father passed out from shock, the day I would never forget in my life.
Jax I called out quickly rushed over to him. Jax, are you okay?. I brushed his hair away from his face. His beautiful eyes were deep red and he was covered in sweat. A...Aurora.He called my name in a whisper " You're here?. He said, fear evident in his voice. Of course I am. What the hell happened to you? Did you get into a fight? Are you hurt?. I questioned. My blood boiled at the thought of someone hurting him. If there was then I would snap all bones out of the culprit’s body. He shook his head. It's none of those things. He grabbed my waist, burying his face in my stomach. Then what was it?.
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.
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?"
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"