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The Ninety-Ninth Goodbye
Young Adult The ninety-ninth time Jax Little broke my heart was the last time. We were the golden couple of Northgate High, our future perfectly mapped out for UCLA. But in our senior year, he fell for a new girl, Catalina, and our love story became a sick, exhausting dance of his betrayals and my empty threats to leave.
At a graduation party, Catalina "accidentally" pulled me into the pool with her. Jax dove in without a second's hesitation. He swam right past me as I struggled, wrapped his arms around Catalina, and pulled her to safety.
As he helped her out to the cheers of his friends, he glanced back at me, my body shivering and my mascara running in black rivers.
"Your life isn't my problem anymore," he said, his voice as cold as the water I was drowning in.
That night, something inside me finally shattered. I went home, opened my laptop, and clicked the button that confirmed my admission.
Not to UCLA with him, but to NYU, an entire country away. Escaping The Cage: I Married His Worst Enemy
Mafia My husband, the Capo of New York, gripped my hand as we walked into the soundproofed room.
He wasn't there to save me.
He was there to watch the family doctor carve out my mind.
A stranger named Sofia claimed I had sold her to a brothel twelve years ago.
It was a lie.
But Dante looked at me with cold marble eyes, believing the woman sobbing in his arms over the wife he had vowed to protect.
"Sit, Elena," he ordered.
He strapped me into the chair. He watched as they injected liquid fire into my veins to force a confession.
He dragged me to the kennels, forcing me to feed the dogs I was terrified of, and watched as they tore into my flesh.
He even locked me in a freezer to "cool off" my jealousy.
The final straw wasn't the pain.
It was hearing him plan a Vow Renewal with Sofia, intending to parade me as her Maid of Honor to teach me humility.
I realized then that Elena Moretti had to die.
So, I set the hospital room on fire.
I left my wedding ring in the ashes and vanished into the night.
Six months later, Dante found me in Paris.
He fell to his knees, begging for forgiveness.
I looked at him with dead eyes and handed him a knife.
"Kill yourself," I said.
"That is the only way I will believe you are sorry." The Rejected Luna Returns as a Warrior
Werewolf I was a warrior of the Shadow Council, but to my Fated Mate, Darwin, I was just a barren, "useless" housewife.
On the night I planned to finally reveal my pregnancy, his mistress threw herself against a railing, framing me for attempted murder.
Blinded by the Red Haze, Darwin didn't ask questions. He used his Alpha Command to freeze me in place, paralyzing my body.
Then, he delivered a bone-shattering kick directly to my stomach to "protect" his mistress.
I fell backward into the freezing lake, the water turning red around me.
That kick didn't just end our marriage; it killed the rare White Wolf pup I was carrying—the legendary heir he had always desperate for.
While I washed away into the dark water, Darwin was left with a lying mistress and a severed bond.
It took him days to find the security footage.
It took him moments to realize he had murdered his own soul and his true son for a woman who had orchestrated my death.
For ten years, he went mad with grief, turning into a monster who tortured those who deceived him, praying to the Moon Goddess for my return.
He thought if he fixed my broken engagement ring, I would forgive him.
But when I finally resurfaced, I didn't come back to be his Luna.
I watched him beg on his knees in the rain, clutching the phantom thread of our bond, looking like a corpse.
"I love you," he screamed.
I slammed the car door in his face.
Gloria the housewife died in that lake.
Echo, the executioner, has returned to burn his kingdom to the ground. Lost Love, Forgotten Son
Sci-fi The scent of stale coffee and disinfectant. That' s how the world came back, as I slumped in a hard plastic chair at the police station.
"Mr. Miller, we have no record of a child named Leo."
Those words hung in the air, heavy and impossible. They said I' d gone to the kindergarten in a panic, claiming my child was missing, but the principal and teachers swore they' d never seen me with a child. My wife, Ava, arrived, confused and scared, denying we had a son.
They showed me security footage: me, gesturing wildly at an empty space. My phone was empty too; all photos, all videos of Leo, gone. The crushing weight of their disbelief, the pity mixed with annoyance, made me feel like an insane man who had invented a son.
Had I failed him? Had I let him disappear? Was I just crazy? The self-blame was suffocating.
Then, I blinked. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, painting stripes across our familiar bedroom wall. The digital clock read 7:05 AM. It was the same day the nightmare began. I heard a child' s high-pitched giggle from the kitchen. It was Leo. Hope surged through me. A second chance. This time, I wouldn't fail. Unforgivable Truths
Romance The Country Music Awards after-party was buzzing, but the real show started when my husband, Ethan, walked in with Sabrina, the TikTok singer he' d been championing. His cruel smirk, the scandal washing over the room-it was the public humiliation he'd always wanted, and he was looking right at me.
Then, my mother-in-law, Eleanor, a woman who despised me for surviving the crash that killed her daughter, Chloe, dropped a bomb. She announced my supposed "barrenness" to the entire Nashville elite, mocking me as "useless to this family," while Sabrina, Ethan's mistress, cooed about giving him the family I never could. My calm façade shattered when I coughed, a violent, hacking spasm, and the wet warmth in my palm revealed a terrifying truth: blood.
Later, Ethan found me, wiping the blood from my hand with disgust. He accused me of faking illness, then leaned in, whispering, "You want to know the only way I'll ever forgive you for Chloe? You have to die." He thought I was finally broken, but my heart had already turned to dust.
How could he believe such a monstrous lie? Why did everyone embrace the narrative that I, the sole survivor of a tragic accident, was a murderer, instead of the truth?
My only escape was silence, the hidden battle against a disease stealing me away, and the desperate hope his hatred would finally set him free. I walked out into the Tennessee rain, leaving him to his party, knowing my final act would be to give him everything he wanted – my absence – in a way he' d never forget. The Heiress Who Rose
Romance I was a Davenport heiress, engaged to Blake Vanderbilt III.
My old-money life seemed perfectly scripted, culminating tonight at the Spinsters' Ball.
My cousin, Savannah, the family charity case, was always my dearest confidante, urging me to "live a little" and ignore whispers about my weight.
But at the ball, Blake shattered it all.
Under blinding flashes, he publicly declared his love for Savannah: "The engagement is off. I cannot marry an embarrassment."
He looked directly at me.
The whispers turned to roars.
The Boston tabloids screamed, "Hefty Heiress Dumped at Debut," pairing my tear-streaked face with Savannah's triumphant smile.
Back home, Savannah, dripping crocodile tears, twisted the knife, confessing her years-long campaign.
"You sat around...eating cake," she sneered, exposing her malice.
How could the girl I'd shared my home and everything with orchestrate such public humiliation?
Why was I so blind to her calculated sabotage, her sweet encouragement a poison meant to destroy me?
There was no anger, no heartbreak… just an unsettling calm and a sudden, clear vision.
They expected tears, begging, a scene.
But when she claimed my grandmother's heirloom pearls, something snapped.
I snatched them back.
I left the mockery behind, walking away from the life they thought they'd destroyed.
They had no idea who they were truly dealing with. Justice for the Vance Heiress
Fantasy I woke up on my wedding day, the morning sun streaming into my opulent Charleston bedroom.
But the taste of asphalt and blood was still in my mouth, memories of screeching tires and a crushing impact vivid in my mind.
My stepfather' s perfect plan: a staged hit-and-run, his neat solution to inherit my mother' s fortune.
Because I had died.
Now I was back, alive, staring at the date-my wedding day, the day he had me killed.
A wave of phantom pain, of broken bones and crushed hope, washed over me.
Then I saw her: my stepsister, Brielle, in my custom wedding dress, admiring herself in the mirror.
The sight was a physical blow, a reminder of the humiliation and betrayal I endured in my first life as they drugged me and locked me away.
He walked in, Senator Richard Thorne, playing the concerned father, but his eyes were cold and full of the disappointment I' d known my whole life.
He gaslighted me, painting me as hysterical, just as he did before, controlling everything.
"Your mother is gone," he hissed, "And I control you. Don\'t you ever forget that."
I was trapped, again, the crushing weight of powerlessness threatening to suffocate me.
Rage, so profound it burned, replaced the despair.
Why did I have to relive this nightmare, this perfect setup for my destruction?
But something was different this time.
The naive girl died on that dark road; I was what was left.
If he wanted to control the Vance family, there would be no Vance family left to control, not the way he expected.
I found my mother' s hidden failsafe: an encrypted flash drive, her "in case of Richard" file.
It held years of meticulous corruption, a dossier so damning it would send him to federal prison for life.
With a grim smile and a single click of the send button, I launched the nuclear option, sending it to the FBI, SEC, and every major news outlet.
The game had changed, and they didn' t even know they were playing. The Sterling Unveiling: From Humiliation to Heir
Billionaires I'm Ava Sterling, and my stepfather Richard had commandeered the Sterling ballroom for my stepsister Chloe' s lavish birthday.
She was just a scholarship student, but he doted on her, while I watched her expertly play the sweet, overwhelmed girl.
Mid-party, Richard tapped his champagne flute, and the mood shifted. My stepbrother Ethan put a proprietary arm around Chloe, and Richard announced she'd been viciously cyberbullied.
Then, Ethan turned and glared, fixing his gaze directly on me. Richard, in a disappointed tone, demanded I apologize to Chloe publicly, "Now."
The crowd murmured, their judgment palpable, instantly believing the underdog narrative.
Later, as I tried to slip away, Ethan cornered me, still seething. He grabbed my phone, then my arm, his grip tightening. In the struggle, he shoved me with brutal force.
I stumbled, then crashed, landing in the dessert table amidst shattered pastries, cake, and frosting, a sharp pain shooting through my wrist. Laughter erupted.
Lying there, humiliated and sticky with cake, a cut on my arm bleeding, I watched Chloe feign horror and Ethan look down with cold satisfaction.
How could my own family do this? How could they orchestrate such a public disgrace for a lie? The betrayal was absolute, the injustice a burning inferno.
Desperate, I was escorted out, but I knew what I had to do. With unwavering resolve, I called my mother, Victoria Sterling, across oceans.
Her voice, usually calm, turned to chilled steel, promising a "clean house" upon her return. My era of quiet endurance was over. The Placeholder Who Became Queen
Modern Tonight, I, Emily, stood proudly at Ivy Glen Winery’s Annual Harvest Gala. My new Cabernet was launching, the culmination of three years transforming my in-laws' struggling vineyard into a national name as its CEO.
Then my husband Kevin walked in, arm-in-arm with Jessica, his visibly pregnant college ex, and snatched the microphone. He slurred, branding me a "placeholder" and firing me, both as CEO and his wife, proclaiming Jessica’s child the "real" Parker heir.
A hush fell, then whispers. The crowd, quick to condemn, watched as he offered a measly hundred thousand dollars for my years of effort. Jessica preened, boasting about being the "rightful" Mrs. Parker, reminding everyone I had no formal employment contract. Everything I built seemed to crumble.
How could he? After everything I poured into this place, into *us*? To be so casually discarded, so utterly humiliated in front of everyone, felt like a cruel joke. Was I truly just a temporary convenience, a "nobody" without him, as he sneered?
With a steady hand, I signed the brutal divorce papers, intending to walk away with nothing but the clothes on my back. But just then, my in-laws, Richard and Susan, stepped forward, and the true bombshell dropped: "Emily is our daughter. Our true blood. The rightful heir to Ivy Glen." You might like
Invisible To Her Bully
Dea B Unlike her twin brother, Jackson, Jessa struggled with her weight and very few friends. Jackson was an athlete and the epitome of popularity, while Jessa felt invisible.
Noah was the quintessential "It" guy at school-charismatic, well-liked, and undeniably handsome. To make matters worse, he was Jackson's best friend and Jessa's biggest bully.
During their senior year, Jessa decides it was time for her to gain some self-confidence, find her true beauty and not be the invisible twin.
As Jessa transformed, she begins to catch the eye of everyone around her, especially Noah.
Noah, initially blinded by his perception of Jessa as merely Jackson's sister, started to see her in a new light. How did she become the captivating woman invading his thoughts? When did she become the object of his fantasies?
Join Jessa on her journey from being the class joke to a confident, desirable young woman, surprising even Noah as she reveals the incredible person she has always been inside. The Ninety-Ninth Goodbye
Tango The ninety-ninth time Jax Little broke my heart was the last time. We were the golden couple of Northgate High, our future perfectly mapped out for UCLA. But in our senior year, he fell for a new girl, Catalina, and our love story became a sick, exhausting dance of his betrayals and my empty threats to leave.
At a graduation party, Catalina "accidentally" pulled me into the pool with her. Jax dove in without a second's hesitation. He swam right past me as I struggled, wrapped his arms around Catalina, and pulled her to safety.
As he helped her out to the cheers of his friends, he glanced back at me, my body shivering and my mascara running in black rivers.
"Your life isn't my problem anymore," he said, his voice as cold as the water I was drowning in.
That night, something inside me finally shattered. I went home, opened my laptop, and clicked the button that confirmed my admission.
Not to UCLA with him, but to NYU, an entire country away. My Daddy and Uncles
Flying Soul 🦋 “Alina, you will get late for school again” I heard Dad banging on my door.
“Last 10 min” I mumble, but my eyes widen. I was with Uncle Harrison. Did Dad find us?
“Alina…” I opened my eyes, I was in my room and Harrison was looking at me with a warm smile wearing his signature suit.
“I am taking a bath” I yelled.
“Come fast, your breakfast is ready,” Dad said before leaving.
“Good morning” Uncle Harrison came to bed cupping my face he kissed me.
“Good morning” I whispered on his lips.
“When did you bring me here,” I asked.
“You were sleeping,” He said, scooping me in his arms and entering my bathroom.
“This hide and seek is terrible” I sighed.
“But it's fun” He chuckled.
Author Note...
Hello dear Readers,
Meet Alina and her family.
The story of love, care, romance and lots of suspense.. The Hockey Star Regret
Aya Starr Coleen Maine hated Hayden Michaels with her entire heart. After high school graduation, she thought she had escaped the hell that being a classmate to Hayden was. Being his academic rival was enough to put her, Coleen, at the top of his shit list. To make matters worse, he's the hot, popular jock with a full-ride scholarship he doesn't need, because he has all the money that she doesn't.
When Coleen finds herself in close contact with Hayden again out of no free will of her own, she expects things to be the same. But somehow, somewhere between summer and starting their first year at college, something changed.
Now, Coleen isn't sure Hayden hates her anymore. Between her new job, college, and her friendships, she finds herself wondering what lies behind Hayden's deep gaze towards her. Kissed By My Brother
Elisha Plasket He always called me his little bird.
For six years, since my parents died in that tragic fire, my uncle Michael Davies was my world.
He promised to protect me, to give me a gilded cage where I could feel safe.
But on the eve of my 18th birthday, that gilded cage became a prison.
I overheard him in his study, a phone call that shattered my entire existence.
He was talking to Emily White, his ex-fiancée, the woman he truly loved.
And in that chilling conversation, I learned the truth.
My "savior" had orchestrated a monstrous plan: he was going to auction me off at my own birthday party.
And Emily, the woman he swore he loved, revealed she was the one who set the fire that killed my parents.
My uncle knew.
He' d known all along.
Every sweet word, every gentle touch, every act of supposed kindness was a lie designed to keep me a pawn in his twisted game of revenge.
I was just a substitute, a cheap copy of the woman he truly desired.
The pain was unbearable, a betrayal so profound it left me gasping for air.
But the girl who loved Michael Davies died in that hallway.
A new Sarah was born, cold, hard, and desperate to escape.
I would not be his victim.
I would not be their entertainment.
I would survive this.
My only escape was a desperate plea to his grandfather: arranging a marriage to a comatose man, miles away.
It felt like a desolate choice, a sacrifice for freedom.
But it was my only hope.
I had to get out. Claimed By The Heartless Heartbreaker
CARALILYBEE What if you fall deeply in love with someone who sees you as nothing but an inconvenience?
What if he ignores every tear, every smile, every desperate attempt to matter to him?
What if he crushes your hopes again and again and you still wait, foolishly, faithfully?
Would you still cling to the hope that one day, he will finally love you back?
But what if, just what if, the day you finally teach your heart to let him go, and he shows up begging for a second chance?
Can you forgive the man who once was your heartless heartbreaker?
Liana Celina Ruiz was hopelessly in love with her foster brother even at a young age. She pleaded with her foster mother to arrange their engagement and to her delight it happened. But love was never easy. It was sacrifice. Pain. Years of trying to prove her selfless love to a boy who never asked for it.
Elias Joaquin Saavedra Rosario was the only heir to the Rosario fortune, a gifted artist with breathtaking looks, yet cold, distant, and ruthless. He refused to be swayed by his mother or his spoiled brat of a financèe he was supposed to marry. Instead, he vowed to show her she was mistaken, that he wasn't the man for this determined orphanage girl.
Now tell me, who will win this war?
The girl who gave everything?
Or the boy who gave nothing but pain?
Heads up: THESE TWO WILL ABSOLUTELY TEST YOUR PATIENCE. THEY'LL FRUSTRATE YOU, ANGER YOU, AND PROBABLY MAKE YOU WANT TO SCREAM.
IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE CHAOS, IT'S OKAY TO STOP HERE.
IF YOU CAN HANDLE IT... WELCOME TO THE FIRE.
The Ex-Wife's Fiery Reckoning
Gavin The last thing I remembered was the searing heat, a pain so absolute it burned away thought.
Mark' s face floated above me, twisted not with concern but with a cold, triumphant sneer.
Chloe was beside him, her arm linked through his, her expression a perfect mirror of his contempt.
"Thanks to you, I had the perfect seed money," Mark' s voice echoed, cold and venomous. "You' re useless now. Don' t stand in the way of my and Chloe' s empire!"
Then came the push, and I fell, screaming, into the scalding, liquid fire.
My world exploded into white-hot agony.
When I woke, I was on the floor of my burning restaurant, The Gilded Spoon. The roaring flames, the choking smoke-it was all devastatingly familiar, a nightmare I' d already lived.
But this time, I heard voices from the back storeroom.
"Mark! Just make sure the accelerant cans are hidden properly! The firefighters will be here any second!" It was Chloe, panicked.
"I know what I' m doing, Chloe!" Mark shot back. "The insurance report will show faulty wiring. Ava will devastatingly run right into my arms, and we' ll be on our way to New York with her life savings and that fat bank loan."
Their words hit me like a physical blow. The casual cruelty, the meticulous planning-I wasn't just a casualty; I was a key ingredient in their recipe for success.
The naive, trusting Ava had been boiled away in that vat of oil in a future I had already lived.
Now, a singular purpose ignited within me, colder and sharper than any ice.
They thought they were writing my tragedy. They had no idea I was about to rewrite theirs.
I wouldn't just survive this time. I would make them burn in the very fire they had set for me. The Sociopath Next Door
Luo Jiuyuan Life was perfect for Sarah, an 18-year-old college freshman whose loving parents, Mark and Linda, owned a successful chain of hardware stores in their comfortable Oregon town.
That idyllic life shattered when her cousin Jessica's trailer tragically burned down, and Sarah's kind-hearted mother, feeling immense guilt, convinced her father to welcome the seemingly orphaned Jessica into their home.
Less than a month later, Jessica, consumed by a chilling jealousy Sarah never suspected, intentionally set their house ablaze, orchestrating a devastating fire that claimed her beloved parents' lives and left Sarah clinging to life with severe burns.
In the sterile confines of the ICU, Jessica completed her deadly work, leaning close to Sarah' s bedside, her voice a venomous caress whispering, "It's your fault, Sarah," before silencing her heart monitor and coldly pulling away her oxygen mask, watching Sarah suffocate to death.
The last sight Sarah saw was Jessica's triumphant, twisted smile, as her life, her family, and her entire inheritance were stolen, leaving Sarah overwhelmed with a burning injustice that transcended death.
But Sarah jolted awake, gasping, in her own bed, her body miraculously unmarred, realizing with terrifying clarity that she was back in time, just days before the tragedy, given an impossible second chance to stop her future murderer. The Price of Unrequited Love
Shearwater Eighteen days after giving up on Brendan Maynard, Jayde Rosario cut off her waist-length hair and called her father, announcing her decision to move to California and attend UC Berkeley.
Her father, surprised, asked about the sudden change, reminding her how she' d always insisted on staying with Brendan. Jayde forced a laugh, revealing the painful truth: Brendan was getting married, and she, his stepsister, could no longer cling to him.
That night, she tried to tell Brendan about her college acceptance, but his fiancée, Chloie Ellis, interrupted with a bubbly call, and Brendan' s tender words to Chloie twisted a knife in Jayde' s heart. She remembered how his tenderness used to be hers alone, how he had protected her, and how she had poured out her heart to him in a diary and a love letter, only for him to explode, tearing the letter and yelling, "I'm your brother!"
He had stormed out, leaving her to painstakingly tape the shredded pieces back together. Her love, however, didn't die, not even when he brought Chloie home and told her to call her "sister-in-law."
Now, she understood. She had to put that fire out herself. She had to dig Brendan out of her heart. 
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