Ciúme

"Mark my words, Mr. Rout, I will bring you on your knees for marrying me under false pretense." she roared. The corners of my lips lift in amusement as I replied, "I will gladly go down on my knees but only for the thoughts I have in my mind for our first night together, my phoenix.And don't always challenge me otherwise I will make you regret it." "I will bring you on your knees and make you bow in front of me out of respect towards me and that's an oath," She cut both of our palms at the same time, reuniting our hands with blood. A fierce battle erupts when a girl finds her life falsely accused of murder and spends her 5 years of imprisonment, but now she is out for revenge. A story about betrayal from her closed one, revenge for her wrongful imprisonment, and ultimately finding unexpected love along the way.

After dying during a failed buttocks enlargement, Jasmine who just won a contest as the most beautiful lady in the was reincarnated in the opposite of who she was in her formal life. As the ugliest baby on earth, Ugly-face must achieve his eartly target, or be send back to hell... What is Ugly-face babbling about?" Alicia asked as she make a face at me, pinch my left cheek and said, "you can smile as long as you like. I am not a fans of yours, and your smile can't change my mind." "Let's go and play with other children. His bizarre smiling is giving me chills," Betty announced, hissed and walked off. "Will you play with him for a while?" Alice asked Alicia. "No chance, buddy. I can't touch that thing with six feet long pole," Alicia answered back, peeked at my face and let out, "babies smiles are supposed to make someone to feel relaxed, but your smilling is giving us chills." Alicia left, and I was left alone with Alice who keeps smiling back at me. "Give me your hand, sweetheart," I mumbled as I stretched my right hand towards her. "Poor baby... He is lonely and want me to carry him." "Yes, Babe. Carry me up and plant a wet kiss on my lips."

No one came any closer to me since I began to hear voices. It was as if I possessed some kind of aura that attracted everyone, like a field that attracted people. I was either insane or a monster, which I suppose I could be, according to everyone at school. I was able to hear what others were thinking, but no one else seemed to be able to, and some of them remembered me from first grade, when everything first started. I was able to focus better on school because I was isolated, and I loved to do well in school. Since I learned how to silence the voices, at least it had. Before that, I was unable to think in light of the consistent clamor of every other person's brain pounding me constantly.

My peaceful short life had been quickly cut off by a band of bandits that had raided my village, killing my father and capturing my mother. The bandit leader took a fancy to me and decided to make me one of them because of my face, for reasons unknown to me, but this was only the start of my journey. The more I grew up the more I realized that I had no talent, I was as ordinary as I could be, with no inherited memories, no old masters to help me improve my talent, no legacies left behind, no locked bloodlines that would burst into activity when I was in danger. But I still had something that most people didn't have. A stubbornness that many wouldn't possess, the stubbornness and sense of danger that I got for life after I saw my father die in front of me. And with that, I shall predate upon those that are more talented than me. I shall walk forward and reach the apex of the world, not because I want to protect anyone, but because that's simply what I want to do! Regardless of the methods that I have to use or the people that I have to push out of my way!

My girlfriend betrayed me for a rich man, mocking me as worthless trash. Beaten down and humiliated, I thought my life was over, until a stranger called to say I was the heir of the world’s most powerful family. My pocket money? A card with 100 million inside. I thought it was a scam… until I checked the balance. It was real. That same voice called again: he was my butler. The family had already chosen seven stunning fiancées for me, and if I wanted the full inheritance, I had to marry them all. From abandoned loser to billionaire heir with seven breathtaking brides-to-be… and just when my wedding banquet lit up the city, my ex came crawling back. I only spared her a glance, then turned away forever.

Have you heard about Sabastian Westchester? No? Well, let me tell you about him. He was always seen as a poor man who had to endure the hardships of a demanding relationship and societal prejudices. But unbeknownst to those around him, he harbored a hidden secret that would change his life forever. Join me as I tell you the tale of Sabastian Westchester, a humble diner worker who became a powerful billionaire, and witness the transformation that comes with self-discovery.

Jack. I was dead mysteriously but found myself before someone so powerful. I regretted my death. Because no one wants to be dead so early and tragically. And that happened right when I was on my way to meet my love of life. But as I resisted being dead, he gave me chance a second chance to know the real meaning of life by sending me indifferent bodies for twenty days. It was as simple as it sounds to be...! This story is all about my journey to various bodies and the things I learned from their lives while living in them. Watch out for my mysterious revisit to the earth but with some conditions through this book. ****** Era... I was dead, they killed me. What did I do to them to be bullied to death? I can't accept my death...! I won't accept my death...! I yelled...! Burning in vengeance...! Why should I accept my fate when I did nothing wrong other than being nice and patient? But now I was standing before the greatest power and he decided to give me a chance. A second chance. But...! He didn't do it the normal way, he gave me a host body and challenged me to find out the real secret behind my death and to satisfy my revenge. Watch out my story in this book if I was able to find out the secrets...! Thank you for choosing my book. Do leave a review or comments, anything will be appreciated.

After my wife's family found out that Grandpa gave his inheritance to me, they immediately made a cunning plan to put me in prison, I thought my life would be ruined and rot behind bars without being able to take revenge, but in prison I found my true identity, I turned out to be the heir to a world-class conglomerate. I will not let them go, this burning grudge must be completely vented, their destruction is the goal of my life.

Ella era una mujer cuya vida dependía de los demás. Se vio obligada a ser una chiva expiatoria y al final se quedó embarazada. Él era el soltero más destacable con abundantes riquezas y poder. Al principio él pensaba que ella era la flor del mal, manchada de codicia y engaño. Y ella ya decidió no enamorarse de él, así que desapareció de su lado. Furioso, juró buscarla hasta los confines del mundo para recuperarla. Toda la ciudad sabía que sería encontrada tarde o temprano. Con desesperación, ella se quejó: "Ya no me importa este matrimonio, así que ¿por qué todavía no me dejas ir?" De manera dominante, él respondió: "¿Me has robado el corazón y has dado a luz a mi hijo, y ahora me dices que quieres escapar de mí?"

I remember the day everything burned like a wound that would never heal. Flames stole my family — my parents were ripped from me, my little brothers and sisters turned to ash — all because debts bled our name dry. They came in the night with torches and cold mouths, set our home alight, and watched the world I knew collapse into smoke. When I thought the world had taken its last piece of me, something — someone — stepped through the blaze. I could not tell if it was man or woman; the fire kept the savior's shape blurred and holy, as if the flames themselves had given birth to a protector. They pulled me from the ruin and vanished like a promise. For seven years I answered a different kind of fire. I joined the army and let the drill and the discipline burn the broken parts clean. My hands learned steel. My bones learned marching. My nights learned keeping watch. I learned how to turn pain into armor, sorrow into strategy. I was forged in training fields and battle lines until a new name fit me. I am Kaelor Thane now — not a child who once cried over ash, but a force that arrives on the war road without apology. They called me the God of War because I learned to move like thunder and strike like winter. I carry no mercy in my pocket; I carry only the weight of a debt to be settled. Those who think they can stand between me and what I owe will learn the hard truth: I do not forgive. I do not forget. I return to make the ledger even, and I will make them pay in ruin, pain, and a silence that remembers my name.