Marnie Nomura
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Dual Rebirth: Vengeance of the Discarded Daughter
Fantasy Alina was the eldest daughter of the prestigious Padilla family, but everyone mocked her as a defective dud who couldn't cast a single spell.
The moment she woke up, her father and younger sister Karina barged into her room, demanding she sign a transfer agreement to the Aethelgard Order-the most brutal faction on the continent.
It wasn't just a transfer; it was a legal disownment. In her past life, Alina didn't realize Karina was also reborn. She had dropped to her knees and begged to stay. Her reward? Her magic was violently drained from her veins by her own family. Her fiancé drove a blade through her chest, and her sister stood over her bleeding body, smiling. She had ruined her hands making potions for them, only to be discarded like trash.
The phantom pain of her chest being ripped open still burned behind her ribs. Looking at the hypocritical family waiting for her tears, she felt nothing but exhausting disgust. Why should she ever be their stepping stone again?
"For the honor of the family, you leave today."
Her father sneered as she calmly bit her thumb and pressed her bloody fingerprint onto the contract. This time, Alina didn't cry. She packed a single bag and walked out the door, heading straight for the deadly Aethelgard Order to show them what a true monster looked like. No Heir For The Cheating Billionaire
Billionaires Hadley married into the Jacobson family, a ruthless Wall Street empire. Her prenuptial agreement was absolute: she wouldn't touch a penny of the family wealth until she produced an heir.
But one rainy night, she used a copied keycard to enter a secret Tribeca penthouse, only to find her husband tangled in bed with a famous actress.
When she slapped the divorce papers in front of him, Cleveland didn't apologize.
"The party who files walks away with nothing. You will die in this position."
He tore the documents to pieces. To protect his flawless public image, he forced Hadley to attend family galas, smirking coldly while his grandfather publicly humiliated her for her "barren" stomach. When Hadley finally fought back and confronted his mistress, Cleveland snapped. With a single phone call, he froze her bank accounts, revoked her access to their home, and left her stranded in a cold parking garage.
She had given up her independence for a man who treated her like a useless breeding machine. He thought he could erase three years of her life in an instant, confident that his money made him invincible.
But Cleveland didn't know she was holding the ultimate weapon to destroy his precious legacy. As he received a frantic call about his mistress and rushed to his SUV, Hadley finally screamed the agonizing secret she had hidden for years.
"I can't give you an heir! It's over!"
Watching his taillights disappear into the dark, Hadley prepared to burn his empire to the ground. The Betrayed Heiress: Rising From Ashes
Romance Charlene was locked in a Swiss asylum by the wealthy Gay family, force-fed antipsychotics until her hands shook violently.
Her adoptive brother, Columbus, dragged her out of the psych ward merely to parade her as a prop for the paparazzi.
He had locked her up to get a psychiatric evaluation, ensuring she was declared legally insane and unable to claim her massive trust fund.
The moment she returned to the estate, the torment worsened.
Her other brother, Antwan, kicked her to the ground and shattered her wrist on the gravel.
"You lost your legal rights, you stupid bitch," he sneered, while the staff blindly ignored her agony.
Her childhood bedroom was completely gutted and given to a distant cousin.
Worse, she discovered Columbus was secretly sleeping with Isabela—the fake heiress who had framed Charlene in the first place.
Every trace of her existence in the family was being violently scrubbed away.
She had lost her dignity, her health, and the baby the doctors claimed had died in the delivery room.
She couldn't understand why the family she loved hated her so viciously, stripping away everything she had.
That was until she saw a little boy in the hospital hallway, a perfect, miniature replica of her own face.
Clutching the gold-crested cufflink he dropped, she realized the asylum's doctor had stolen him.
Her baby was alive.
With her heart turned to stone, Charlene made a silent vow to crawl out of hell and burn the Gay family to the ground. Reborn From Ashes: The Heiress's Comeback
Billionaires I gripped the wheel of my Porsche through a Manhattan downpour, staring at the positive pregnancy test on the passenger seat. Haden's voicemail was my only answer.
A semi swerved into my lane. Brakes failed. I slammed into the guardrail, airbags exploding, pain ripping through my gut.
Headlights pierced the rain. My sister Corrie stepped out under an umbrella, smiling coldly. "Beauvais Fashion is liquidated. Dad's dying." Haden stood beside her, eyes dead, shoving equity papers through the window. "Sign, or no ambulance."
I tore them up. Corrie lit a flare, tossed it onto the gas-soaked seats. Flames whooshed as they walked away.
I woke strapped to an operating table, agony tearing me apart. "No heartbeat," the doctor said. Nurses pinned me down. Instruments invaded. Corrie dropped a death certificate on my chest, then set the room ablaze with alcohol and a cigarette flick.
Smoke choked me. A cabinet blocked the door. I collapsed, burning. Then a man in black burst in, scent of cedar and tobacco, scooping me from the fire.
Five years later, I'd rebuilt myself as Sloane, flawless and cold. I signed a sham marriage to Donavan Mason, nursing his dying grandfather in their estate—the house that swallowed my father's legacy.
Betrayed by my lover and sister, child ripped away, identity erased—how could they do this? Who was the man who saved me?
Now, I infiltrate their world, armed with secrets and scars, ready to burn them all down. The Swapped Bride: His Unseen Queen
Mafia I woke up gasping for air, expecting to feel the crushed ribs and shattered glass from the fatal car crash. Instead, I found myself in the cavernous bedroom of the Franco Estate in 1928 Chicago.
In my past life, my stepmother forced me to marry a golden-boy politician, while throwing my stepsister Clara to Damien Franco, the ruthless mafia boss. But Clara became the Mafia Queen, and Damien destroyed my husband's career, leaving me to die in disgrace as a sacrificed pawn.
This time, the script was flipped. My stepmother kept the "clean" politician for Clara and threw me to the monster. Just three days after my wedding, my family arrived at my new home. Not to comfort me, but to strip me of my late mother's trust fund. They rigged my assets, leaving me with toxic, gang-tied warehouses designed to bankrupt me and get me killed in an Irish mob turf war.
"She's not a wife, she's collateral meant to absorb the mafia's bullets. She'll be dead within a year."
Clara's mocking words reached my ears, confirming my darkest fears. I spent my entire last life bleeding my soul dry for their approval, only to be betrayed. I couldn't fathom how my own father and brothers could gleefully orchestrate my murder just to line their pockets.
But they had no idea they had just handed me the keys to the underworld. I wasn't that naive girl anymore. I slammed the ledgers of their embezzlement onto the mahogany table, looked my arrogant brothers in the eye, and invoked the absolute, bloody laws of the Cosa Nostra to collect their debts. This time, I would tear their empire to the ground. Too Late For Regret: The Capo's Ex-Wife
Mafia To save my husband, the crime lord of this city, I took a bullet to the gut.
As I lay dying, Dante didn't even glance my way.
He was too busy shielding his mistress, Camilla, checking her for scratches.
When I woke in the hospital, I found out that while I was unconscious, my brother had called, screaming for help.
Camilla answered my phone. She told Dante it was just a prank.
The next morning, my brother was found dead in a dumpster.
When I confronted Dante, he defended her innocence, told me not to make a federal case out of it.
He forcibly removed my grandmother's heirloom ring from my finger and slipped it onto hers.
He mocked me for being unable to bear his heir, completely disregarding the fact that I'd lost that ability five years ago, taking shrapnel for him.
Camilla delivered the final cut: our marriage license was never registered.
Ten years. I was never his legal wife.
He thought I was trapped. He thought without the Moretti name, I was nothing.
But I didn't cry. I went to the guest room and packed my knives, not my clothes.
Two years later, I run the only security firm that can rival his.
When a man, his face a ruin, appeared at my brother's grave begging for forgiveness, I felt neither love nor hate.
"I'm free," I said. The Grave They Dug For Her
Modern I lay broken in a hospital bed after a brutal car crash, but my family never came. My father and brother were too busy preparing for my manipulative half-sister Ainsley's wedding.
The groom was my fiancé, Clayton.
While I fought for my life, his last words to me over the phone were a cold command.
"Go to hell for all I care."
They abandoned me, told the world I was dead, and even carved my name on a tombstone. They buried me under a mountain of lies so Ainsley could steal the life that was mine.
But I didn't die. I was reborn.
Five years later, I returned as Ivy Richardson-a bestselling author, married to a tech CEO, and backed by a family with unimaginable power.
I only came back to settle my mother's estate. But the first person I met was Clayton, standing in front of my grave, mourning the girl he helped kill. Possessed By The Mogul's Dark Will
Romance I was his possession. The entire world knew that Jackson Walters, the ruthless tech mogul, had destroyed my life to claim me.
Then he brought home his new intern, Kaila, and sat me down.
"I've decided," he said casually, "I want you both."
When I fought back, he dragged me to a remote warehouse to teach me a lesson. My parents were bound and gagged, suspended by ropes over a massive, grumbling wood chipper.
He gave me ten seconds to accept Kaila, or he'd drop them. "I agree!" I screamed in surrender. But it was too late. A frayed rope snapped, and I watched my parents plunge into the machine's grinding teeth.
The horror of it all killed me. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back in his bed. The date on my phone was the day he brought Kaila home. This time, I wouldn't fight him. I would be his perfect, obedient wife. And while he was distracted, I would fake my own death and disappear forever. Left for Dead, Found by Love
Romance My fiancé, tech CEO Cohen Burgess, took me to the city's most exclusive restaurant for our three-year anniversary.
Then his high school sweetheart, Kiera, reappeared, claiming amnesia. To help her "recover," Cohen started a viral "100 Dates Challenge" with her, turning their reunion into a national spectacle.
I became the villain in their love story. When I objected, Cohen locked me in a wine cellar, knowing my severe claustrophobia. He let Kiera wear my deceased mother's priceless dress, and when she deliberately tore it, he tossed his credit card at me and told me to buy a new one.
I finally decided to leave, only to overhear his true plan: he would marry me for my family's status, but keep Kiera as his mistress. I was never his love; I was a beautiful, high-class tool for his ambition.
The final act came when Kiera set my room on fire and framed me. Cohen screamed I was a psycho and left me to burn.
As the roof collapsed, a stranger kicked down the door. He carried me from the inferno and said, "I'm Case Browning. Your husband." No Love, Only Ash
Romance Ten years. A decade of my life, meticulously built into a future with Liam, complete with a secret I was about to reveal: two thin blue lines on a test stick.
Then my phone buzzed, a live video from Chloe-his old muse, the ghost I could never banish. And there he was, leaning against his Mustang at an illegal street race, Chloe' s arm looped through his, her voice purring, "Look who I've got with me… He said he' d win this race for me."
My carefully constructed world shattered, the beautiful dinner, the white rose, the secret blooming inside me, all felt like a cruel joke.
Every therapy session, every late-night talk, every time I' d pulled him back from the brink, mocked by her triumphant smirk as she declared, "Some people just spend their lives cleaning up messes... We make the beautiful messes."
The subtle scent of her cloying perfume clung to him when he finally came home, a stark contrast to his flimsy excuses. And then, the next morning, I found it – a pot of beef soup simmering on our stove, made with peanuts, an ingredient that could kill me, prepared for her.
The final insult came in the form of a field of white roses, delivered to our home, a grand gesture of apology meant not for me, but for his "wildfire" Chloe. He had called me "Ava," someone who "takes care of things," a mere housekeeper to his grand, destructive passion.
But I was done burning. With a single, one-way ticket in hand, and the sound of his whispered endearments to Chloe echoing in my ears, I made a choice that morning: I wasn't just leaving him, I was reclaiming myself. The Bayou Bride: A Pact With Darkness
Romance My brother Julian, driven by family image, left me abandoned in a remote, dangerous hunting cabin, forcing me to give up my fiancé so his perfect fiancée could have him.
Cornered by dangerous squatters, with no hope left, I screamed a desperate plea into the darkness, a forgotten bayou pact.
A week later, I calmly walked out, seemingly compliant, only to be subjected to further humiliation and emotional torture by the Sinclairs, culminating in being thrown from their car and forced to drive despite my crippling fear from a childhood accident that killed my foster parents.
They locked me away, berated me as ungrateful, a stain on their name, and openly sided with the "perfect" sister who feigned injury to ensure my isolation.
But they didn't know I wasn't just surviving; I was preparing my true wedding gown, ready to sever ties and claim the mystical groom who had answered my desperate plea. When Your Home Isn't Safe
Modern Thanksgiving Day in our brand-new, dream condo, and my wife Sarah and I were finally settling into our freshly renovated home.
Everything felt perfect, a fresh start.
But the holiday cheer vanished when an HOA email popped up: "Improperly parked vehicle."
My car. In my own deeded parking spot.
Then I saw the neighbor's post on Nextdoor, claiming my spot even though he had no right to it.
The guy, Kevin, was instantly entitled and rude.
The very next morning, my car had a deep, deliberate scratch running down the side, and the HOA cameras were "conveniently" offline for maintenance.
This wasn't random; it was a brazen act of vandalism.
Then Kevin's mother tried to physically block me from my own spot, followed by his father, who smashed my taillight with a sickening crunch.
Even after police got involved, Kevin' s family staged a chaotic scene, and Kevin himself destroyed my phone.
What started as a parking dispute quickly escalated into outright war: while we were away, my condo was intentionally flooded, and Sarah' s jewelry stolen.
My home, violated.
I stared at the water damage, a knot of cold fury twisting in my gut.
How could a simple parking disagreement lead to such malice, such calculated destruction of our property and peace?
The perpetrators were clear, yet the system seemed to turn a blind eye, allowing their escalating vendetta to spiral out of control.
This wasn't merely about property anymore; it was about our safety, our sanity, and fighting back.
With my influencer friend Mike, I decided to take this fight public.
The gloves were off, and I vowed to expose every single one of their twisted acts, no matter the personal cost. The Sabotaged Wife
Modern My life as a promising architect shattered two years ago by a "skiing accident" that left me paralyzed.
My charismatic husband, Ethan, installed smart home devices "for my safety," always smoothing over my dependence with a loving smile.
Then, a blinking red light from a new smoke detector revealed his true intentions.
It was a camera, and he was watching my every move.
My stomach twisted when I found more, hidden everywhere, even as he was betraying me with his young marketing associate, Chloe-who was pregnant.
He wasn't just watching me; he was planning to make me adopt their child, his "heir," leveraging my supposed inability to conceive after the "accident."
He even brought Chloe into our home as my "personal assistant," her smug smile a constant torment.
The surveillance wasn't for safety; it was to ensure my captivity.
But the real horror struck at a gala when I stumbled, stood, and then overheard Ethan railing at a doctor about medication and therapies designed to keep me disabled.
My "accident" wasn't an accident.
He caused it, then actively sabotaged my recovery for two years.
He wanted me broken, dependent, so he could control me and parade his mistress's baby as his own.
My fury ignited into an undeniable resolve.
He wanted a helpless wife?
He got a woman ready to dismantle his entire world.
I pulled out the burner phone I' d hidden for this very moment.
My escape wasn't just a fantasy anymore; it was my next step. Possessed And Retaliated
Romance My body was taken over by another woman, she pursued a scumbag, willingly degraded herself, causing me to cut off ties with my parents, and even caused Felix to have a car accident and become a vegetable. After reclaiming control of my body, I designed a plan to expose the true nature of the scumbag. His identity as a movie star was not preserved, and he begged me desperately. I did not divorce him, but he wanted to hire someone to kill me. After careful calculation, the true identity of the scumbag was exposed, not only losing fame and fortune, but also being sentenced to life imprisonment. I also got rid of the woman who had always been in my mind and welcomed a new life. You might like
After Rebirth, The Strongest Beasts Are Obsessed With Me
Alibi Elena died on the operating table, betrayed by her husband, her unborn child already gone.
But death? Just her intermission.
She woke up in a whole new world-a beastmen's world, where females are rarer than diamonds and the strongest males go mad without a woman's mark to calm them down.
And her?
Labelled the weakest female alive. An F-rank body with a joke of a status.
But hidden inside? Unlimited mental power.
Just as she's figuring out this mess, a system pops up with one hell of an offer:
Complete the missions. Bond with assigned males. Save this world.
Do all that, and you get a one-way ticket back home. for revenge.
Sounds simple? Think again.
A Wolf General, colder than a blizzard, who should have ended her-ended up letting her mark him.
A Fox Prince, all charming smiles and secret schemes, who started playing games only to lose his own heart.
A golden Dragon, sunshine-bright and fiercely possessive, who declares her his destined treasure.
A shadowy Serpent, too patient and too dangerous, watching her every move from the dark.
A Phoenix King, whose love burns so hot he'd reduce empires to cinders for her.
They all need her mark. They all want her.
And sharing? Not in their vocabulary.
Too bad for them-
She's not here for love stories.
She's here to survive.
To climb.
To turn their legendary power into her own stepping stones.
And one day.
To go back and make her betrayers wish they were never born. Apocalypse Expert in a Beastman World
Out Of Town Genevieve woke up choking on her own blood, a fatal gash tearing through her abdomen. The memories of a primitive world crashed into her mind—she had transmigrated into the body of a sadistic beastman Mistress.
But the five powerful beastmen "mates" standing over her hadn't come to her rescue. They had come to watch their tormentor die.
"We should just leave her," Kameron sneered coldly. "The scavengers will clean up the mess."
Gilberto spat in disgust, while Angelo, a silver-scaled snake-man, trembled in pure terror at the sight of her. The original owner had whipped them, humiliated them, and driven another mate to suicide. Now, they were letting her bleed out in the mud, their eyes filled with undisguised loathing and satisfaction.
She was a top-tier apocalyptic survival expert, yet here she was, paying the ultimate price for a stranger's monstrous sins. It was a bitter, unacceptable irony to die helplessly in the dirt while her supposed protectors waited for her corpse to rot.
She refused to accept this ending.
Forcing a chaotic surge of energy through their shared Biological Link, she brought all five men to their knees in agonizing pain, commanding them to carry her back. In the dark cave, without a single scream, she plunged her bare hands into a fire and brutally cauterized her own gaping wound with searing ash. As the beastmen stared in horrified awe at the unbreakable soul now occupying the tyrant's body, Genevieve wiped the blood from her face and began to rewrite her fate. Apocalypse Rebirth: My Gold-Eating System
Quye Xiaofang She died in the apocalypse-betrayed, abandoned, and torn apart by the infected.
Then she woke up. Two months before the end of the world. Twenty-two years old again. And on her wrist, a wooden bracelet that her mother had left behind.
The bracelet came with a system. A system that eats gold.
With enough gold, she can unlock infinite storage for food, water, weapons-anything she needs to survive. The super-hurricane, the floods, the insect plagues, the volcanic winter, the scorching heat... she knows exactly what's coming.
While the world sleeps, Joanna shops. She drains her aunt's bank account, maxes out every loan she can find, and buys out half the city. The apocalypse is coming. She'll be ready.
But when the chaos begins, the wolves come crawling back-relatives who sold her, friends who betrayed her, a father who abandoned her. They want her food. Her water. Her mercy.
Joanna has a different plan.
"Why don't you decide who dies first?" Healing My Seven Broken Beast Mates
Rabbit My retirement was finally approved, and I was supposed to be sipping drinks on a sunny beach.
Instead, a cold system voice forced me into a nightmare scenario: "Cursed Mates Who Want Me Dead." I woke up in a stinking cave, trapped in the body of a psychopathic tribal princess.
The memories that flooded my brain made me sick. The original owner of this body had forcibly marked seven of the continent's most powerful beast-men and reduced them to tortured pets. She had ripped the shimmering scales off Jordi the Merfolk prince, gouged out a proud wolf-man's power crystal, and snapped an eagle-man's magnificent wings.
Now, Jordi was a mutilated, terrified mess hiding in a corner. He was so traumatized that he tried to slit his own throat just to escape me. His sister was actively trying to assassinate me.
To make matters worse, the system warned me that if I didn't heal these seven ticking time bombs, my soul would be erased. Yet the future timeline clearly showed that these men would eventually unite, burn my tribe to the ground, and dismember me alive.
I was paying for a monster's sins. Every time I tried to show mercy, they thought it was a sick new torture method. Words were useless, and my very presence was a trigger.
But I am a Tier-S operative, and I don't play the victim. I forced the system to unlock my powers and strapped on my tactical gear.
"Stay here and don't starve."
I left the trembling Merfolk behind and walked into the deadly primitive forest, heading straight for the powerful Oasis Tribe to take back his stolen scales by force. Shocking Vengeance: War Goddess Returns
PageProfit Studio Once the cherished heiress of the Douglas family, she lost everything when her parents were brutally murdered and she was framed by her own blood. Labeled a criminal, she was cast into prison with no one to trust and nothing to her name.
Six years later, she returns-not as a broken woman, but as the Scarlet Valkyrie, the deadliest warrior in all of Juzora. Her aim is flawless, her signature weapon Manjusaka strikes without mercy, and her name alone sends tremors through the underworld.
With one hand, she saves her ailing grandmother with the precision of a master healer. With the other, she takes down Draco City's most ruthless criminals. But her true purpose is vengeance. Every debt owed, every wound inflicted, every lie told-she will settle them all, with interest.
The war goddess has returned. And the ones who wronged her are about to learn what it means to face the wrath of a legend. Time Travel to Ancient Times: Farming and Having Babies
Quye Xiaofang Karlie Holloway woke up bleeding in a dark cave on an alien planet, her leg pinned beneath twisted metal shrapnel.
Before she could even process the pain, a massive, feral man lunged from the shadows, his eyes reduced to crimson slits.
His mind was shattered by a biological frenzy, and his leg was rotting from a deliberately poisoned wound.
He was Gavin Knapp, a warrior betrayed. His fiancée had secretly drugged him, and his stepbrother had lured him into a deadly trap.
They left him to die raving mad in the wilderness so they could steal his inheritance.
"Get off me!"
Karlie gasped as his massive hands pinned her to the cold rock, his hot breath suffocating her.
She had no weapons and no strength to fight off a monster. If she struggled, he would crush her.
If they stayed in this cave, his family's cruel plot would succeed, and they would both rot in the dirt.
It was sickeningly cruel. A strong man reduced to a worthless, crippled beast by the people he trusted most.
Why should his abusers get to live comfortably in the settlement while he suffered in agony?
And why should Karlie die as collateral damage on a planet she didn't even belong to?
Staring into his wild, desperate eyes, Karlie stopped struggling and activated her AI interface.
She grabbed the burning skin of his neck and initiated the energy symbiosis.
She wasn't just going to cure his cursed leg, she was going to take her new mate back to the settlement and make his betrayers pay. Reborn As The Beastmen's Wicked Wife
Rabbit Isolde woke up in a freezing, ruined stone house with a splitting headache and only five percent of her life signs remaining.
Before she could even process the mechanical system voice in her head, a flood of violent memories slammed into her.
She had transmigrated into the body of a cruel noblewoman who mercilessly tortured her beastmen husbands with a barbed whip.
And right now, she was lying in a pool of her own blood, having been shoved against the stone floor by one of them.
Outside the rickety door, her husbands were coldly discussing her death.
"Just go in and finish her. One stab, and we're free."
"If she hit her head and died on her own, then it's an accident. We walk out of here as free males."
To test if she was faking her sudden amnesia, the snake beastman Dangelo even ground his heavy military boot into her injured hand, waiting for her to snap so he could legally end her.
She was poisoned, freezing, and entirely at the mercy of the men who deeply despised her.
She was bearing the deadly consequences of a monster she never was, with a red system warning of imminent death flashing in her mind.
But they didn't know the new Isolde had awakened a survival system and Life Magic.
She swore a blood oath to the Beast God to buy herself three months of time.
Then, she turned her sights to the dying wolf beastman chained in the shed, deciding to pull him back from hell to become her very first shield. Reborn To Love My Wheelchair Billionaire
Hu Minxue Aubree pushed Ezra down the grand staircase, crippling the only man who silently protected her.
She thought she was finally escaping his control to be with her true love, Foster Newton.
But she had no idea it was a vicious trap meticulously set by Newton and her sweet, innocent cousin, Brandi.
Once Ezra was driven out of New York in despair, Aubree's life became a living hell. Her father completely disowned her. Brandi smoothly took over her home and her millions in inheritance.
"You were just a stepping stone for us, Aubree."
That was the last thing Newton sneered before leaving her to die.
Lying on the freezing floor, her warm blood pooling in her palms, Aubree finally saw the horrifying truth. She had destroyed her own family and ruined the one man who genuinely cared for her, all for a pair of greedy parasites.
Endless regret and suffocating hatred consumed her fading consciousness. Why was she so blind? Why did she let them manipulate her into destroying her own life?
Then, her eyes snapped open.
A violent wave of dizziness hit her. She looked down at her pale, flawless hands. There were no deep cuts. There was no sticky blood.
She was back. She had miraculously returned to the exact night she pushed Ezra, just two hours before his private jet was scheduled to leave forever.
Hearing her father's furious roar outside her bedroom door, Aubree didn't cower.
She wiped the smeared makeup from her face, her eyes turning dead cold. This time, she was going to make Ezra stay, and she was going to send those leeches straight to hell. Claimed By The Possessive Silver Wolf
Evie Schoofs I was just hiking in Yosemite, but I woke up in a primitive forest with two moons and giant, mutated beasts.
Before I could even process the shock, I was attacked by a monstrous saber-toothed tiger, only to be saved by a massive silver wolf who suddenly transformed into a fiercely possessive, completely naked man named Caleb.
He claimed me as his own and carried me to his sprawling beast-man tribe. But the moment we arrived, I became the target of vicious ridicule. Jana, the tribe's most fertile female, pointed at my unmarked skin and publicly humiliated me.
"She has no mate marks! She's a barren waste, useless for breeding!"
Hearing this, the hundreds of beast-men who had just been eyeing me with lust instantly stepped back in disgust. In this twisted, animalistic society, a female's worth was tied entirely to her ability to produce strong cubs.
I stood there shivering, terrified and degraded, reduced to nothing but a defective piece of meat. I braced myself for the inevitable, waiting for Caleb to realize my worthlessness and throw me out to be torn apart by the wild.
Instead, a terrifying, suffocating aura exploded from his body, bringing the entire tribe to their knees. He swatted the fertile female away in disgust, scooped me into his arms, and turned his back on the camp.
"She is my only mate," he declared, his ice-blue eyes promising violence to anyone who dared to look at me. Reborn To Ruin My Betraying Fiancé
Benjamen Ernst Caryn lay pinned beneath concrete slabs in the apocalyptic ruins, a steel rebar crushing her chest.
Her fiancé, Ford, knelt in the narrow gap above her, completely unharmed.
"Sorry, babe. It's a new world. Survival of the fittest."
He sneered, twisting the cap off their last bottle of purified water. He drank it all, wiped his mouth with a clean hand, and told her she would just waste it.
He had manipulated her into signing over her uncle's house—her only defensible shelter—just to sell it for cash.
Now, as a violent aftershock ground the concrete down to crush her completely, Ford scrambled away without a single backward glance.
For five brutal years of starvation and injury, she had clung to him and her grandmother's antique locket, only to die betrayed and full of agonizing regret.
Why had she been so foolish to trade her survival for a lie?
A gasp of frigid air flooded her lungs, and her eyes flew open to a smooth, white ceiling.
She wasn't in the dusty ruins; she was in her pristine silk bed sheets.
She grabbed her phone, her hands trembling as she stared at the date on the screen.
It was exactly thirty days before the world would crack apart.
She looked at the silver locket in her hand, a diamond-hard rage crystallizing in her chest.
This time, she would activate its secret, and she would bleed Ford and his family dry before the apocalypse even began. 
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