hasutan casandra

Sam walked slowly into the delivery room. He saw Ryu who was still lying with the baby wrapped in a cloth in his arms. The woman's lips smiled broadly, she was happy to be a mother. Although the face looks tired with sweat still dripping. "This is my son?" said Sam without looking at the baby in Ryu's arms. "Yes Sam. This is our son" "Hello my hero" Sam greeted gently. "She's Sam's girl!" Ryu laughed. "Hi daughter, it's daddy" Sam touched his reddened cheek. Followed by a warm kiss on the forehead of his wife. "Thank you dear, you have fought for our baby" There are no words he can buy anymore, Sam has become a father now and Ryu has become a mother. Their life, for many years, finally, the complement of the family has come. The delivery went smoothly, Ryu and the baby were healthy. They were transferred to the best treatment room in the hospital. Sam and Ryu are famous people from the city of Y. Their experience as a child is a lesson, Sam had a terrible childhood even though he still lived with his parents. And Ryu, his childhood was happy, but only 12 years after that... He lived life with his adoptive family and had bad experiences and even abuse. From the experiences of these two, Sam and Ryu made a heartfelt promise. They vowed to provide love and protection for their only daughter. "Sam. Have you found a name for your daughter yet?" asked grandfather who refused to turn away from his grandson. Sam fell silent, revealing his little daughter with red lips and flushed cheeks. "She will be a princess in this city, she has courage, courage and toughness. I will name her... Casandra"

Londres, 16 de agosto de 1819 Blackthorn Manor no es una casa. Es un vientre abierto que respira el hedor de los no nacidos. La niebla no llega; llora sangre. Se arrastra por Mayfair como la mortaja de los dieciocho que cayeron ayer en Manchester, sus gritos aún atrapados en el humo de la pólvora. Las gárgolas de la mansión no escupen agua; vomitan bilis negra, un líquido que quema la hiedra y deja marcas como estigmas en la piedra. Dentro, el aire es tan denso que corta la garganta: hierro oxidado, cera de vela derretida sobre carne, y algo más —el olor dulzón de un omega desangrándose despacio. Cassandra Vale cruza el umbral con un contrato temblando en sus dedos y un aroma que no pidió. Omega. No nació así. A los diecisiete, en el sótano de San Judas, la fiebre la tomó como un demonio que se arrastra por la columna. Le quemó la neutralidad beta hasta los huesos, le dejó un olor que hace que los alfas lloren de hambre: lirios aplastados bajo botas, miel mezclada con lágrimas, la promesa de una sumisión que la mata por dentro. Ahora, diecinueve años. Institutriz. Un salario que parece redención. Una puerta que se cierra con un clic que suena a crucifixión. Eliza Blackthorn, diez años, alfa de sangre pura, no juega con muñecas. Juega con huesos. Los encuentra en el jardín de invierno, entre rosas que crecen tan rojas que parecen úteros abiertos. Algunos son de conejo. Otros… de dedos infantiles. Los limpia con su falda de muselina, los besa como si fueran hostias, y los guarda en una caja de música que ya no canta —solo gime, un lamento que suena a niño ahogado. "Son mis ángeles caídos", susurra, y sus ojos grises brillan con una ternura que corta como vidrio. Edmund Blackthorn, dieciséis años, alfa puro. No es un niño. Es un cuchillo vivo. Alto, delgado, con piel tan pálida que las venas azules parecen ríos de veneno bajo cristal. Sus ojos no parpadean. No pueden. La segunda vez que la ve, está en el comedor. La mesa está puesta para veinte —plata manchada de óxido, copas con bordes astillados, un centro de lirios muertos que gotean savia roja como sangre menstrual. Solo hay dos platos. Uno para él. El otro para ella. —Siéntate —ordena. Su voz es un salmo al revés. Cassandra obedece. El asiento está húmedo. Sangre vieja. Edmund no come. Reza. Corta la carne con un cuchillo de plata que lleva grabada una cruz invertida. La sangre se acumula en el plato como un lago de hostias profanadas. —¿Sabes qué pasa con los omegas que entran aquí? —pregunta. Su voz es suave. Demasiado suave. Como el susurro de un sacerdote antes de la quema. Cassandra no responde. —Se convierten. —Sonríe. Una sonrisa que parte el alma—. En ella. Ella. Casandra. La primera. En 1719, llegó con un contrato idéntico. La encontraron en el ático tres semanas después: desollada viva, la piel colgada como un vestido de novia en el armario, los ojos cosidos con hilo negro, la boca llena de plumas de cuervo. Su nombre —Casandra— fue tallado en las vigas con uñas rotas. Su grito aún resuena cuando la luna está llena, un lamento que suena a parto fallido. Los Blackthorn lo llaman la maldición. Los sirvientes lo llaman el hambre. Los cuervos lo llaman cena. Esa noche, la biblioteca. No hay libros. Solo estanterías vacías que parecen costillas de un Cristo olvidado. El aire huele a carne quemada en incienso. Edmund la empuja contra la pared. No hay preliminares. No hay palabras dulces. Solo sacrificio.

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A young mage decides to go to University where he learns about the modern world, modern people, and his role in a conspiracy that started before he was even born. Accompany Dorin, a young mage brought up alone in their mountain home who has always been an obedient son until his mom refused to let him travel to a place called 'University' to attend a so-called 'Photography Camp' he read from a flyer in one of her books. Now, filled with the thrill of adventure (and the knowledge that his mom would probably skin him alive), he embarks on a journey towards unknown lands to learn the magic of 'Photography' and all the hidden wonders in 'University' where he would find people, objects and events that go beyond his wildest imagination.

It's takes one psychopath to create another. One killer to create a victim. One obsession to end a life. For Chase, is all and beyond. This book contains; -Graphic content. -consensual and non-consensual sex scenes. -strong language. -BDSM. -TRIGGER WARNING-

Tasha, a lonesome, psychotic girl who's willing to do everything for love got teleported to a magical world as the most powerful goddess who protects the people. In an instant her life drastically changed. Seven, hot, exes of her became head over heels for her, making her all love struck once again. But everything surely do have a consequence. With the power that she holds, a responsibility is anchored. Will she still fight for love? Or will her priorities change? Will she become the goddess that the people loved? Or will she remain as the psychotic, love stuck girl?

To be resurrected, Lin Zhi binds herself to a system and transmigrates into different book worlds, becoming cannon fodder destined for tragic endings. But Lin Zhi refuses to follow the script. In every world, she fights to rewrite her fate. (1) The Scheming Gold-Digging Stand-In Used by the male lead as a tool to win over the female lead, Lin Zhi refuses to be discarded. Since he wants to use her? Then she’ll make a countermove—get pregnant first, flip the board, and end up with the real overbearing CEO. (2) The First Wife Fated to Die Early in a “Cousin” Story The reborn female lead knows her older male cousin will hold immense power in the future—and that he has always loved her. This time, she vows not to let him go. Only… “Sister-in-law, why aren’t you dead yet?” Lin Zhi smiles. “Still alive. What, are you mad?” (3) The Cannon Fodder Fiancée in a Teacher-Student Romance The aloof Master falls for his young disciple, while Lin Zhi—the fiancée—becomes the villain in their love story. Lin Zhi: “Respect. Blessings. Please stay locked together forever.” Then she decisively breaks off the engagement and devotes herself to cultivation… alongside her adorable little nephew. Who needs romance when ascending is better? (4) The Substitute Bride in a Period Drama In her previous life, she stole the marriage meant for her sister out of gratitude for a life-saving favor, marrying the factory director’s son. Who would have thought he had a “white moonlight” in his heart, leading to her tragic death? Meanwhile, the “mud-legged” man she rejected rose in status, and her sister became an official’s wife. After rebirth, her sister eagerly snatches back the original marriage arrangement, convinced Lin Zhi is doomed. She waits to watch Lin Zhi suffer. Instead— Lin Zhi’s life only gets better and better.