cashmere cruelty

"No one will want you after I'm done with you. Doesn't matter, even if you reject me. I'll always have a new mate, but no one will want the scraps left by a royal enforcer." **** When he's rejected by his first mate, only to be given an omega as a second-chance mate, Acrod's Royal Enforcer, Grant Hindley, is everything but thrilled at the decision. Especially since he refuses to get over his ex, one of the most powerful Lycans alive, so he takes out his anger and frustrations on the omega he is mated to. A part of Grant expects a rebellion, but what he gets is love from his ever-abused omega. But is it love, though, when the omega is not even an omega, but a vengeful psycho werewolf prince who loves playing mind games and despises the enforcer for his cruelty toward his people? — — — Hiding in plain sight as Nour, an omega, and against his father, the king's, wishes, free-spirited Prince Cassius only wants to have fun before ascending the throne. He doesn't want a mate, much to his father's dismay, but the king lets him be. However, a mating ceremony forces him out of his comfort zone, and into the most challenging of adventures, one that he leans into, because he wants the full experience of a mate bond. He forces himself to endure, but there is only so much that he can endure before he snaps. And when he does snap, everything is turned upside down. Heaven becomes hell in so many ways. Justice is a thing of the past as vengeance shows up in the form of the goddess's worst creation - a devil Lycan mate for the prince. A man who doesn't mind getting his hands dirty just to see a smile on the prince's face. And his first target? Royal. Enforcer. Grant. And he is determined to avenge his prince; come hell or high water. Maybe two wrongs make a right after all, no? *** // Sequel to "Alanor, The Lycan King's Prisoner." But it can be read as a standalone. * When Fire meets Fate

They called her the villainess before she ever drew a single cruel breath. Lady Seraphine Valcourt was born with a prophecy nailed to her cradle: She will destroy the kingdom's heart. In the original story—the one the bards sing, the one the nobles quote like scripture—she poisons the heroine, betrays the prince, and dies screaming beneath a collapsed chandelier, unmourned. There's just one problem. Seraphine remembers none of it. Not yet. Because the story hasn't happened. And she refuses to become its punchline. When she discovers that her every "evil" act was pre-written by a council of dying sorcerer-historians who need a scapegoat to stabilize the realm's timeline, Seraphine makes a choice that breaks the script: she steals the one thing the prophecy never accounted for—the love of the man destined to kill her. Ren Ashworth, the royal spymaster. Cold. Untouchable. And in the original tale, the silent executioner who delivers Seraphine to her doom. But in this version? He finds the trembling girl behind the diamond mask. And he begins to ask a dangerous question: What if the villainess is just the woman who refused to lie down? Together, they embark on a war not against heroes or heroines—but against fate itself. Every twist uncovers a new betrayal. Every cliffhanger reveals that the "heroine" may be a willing puppet. And every kiss between Seraphine and Ren rewrites another page of the damned original story. But the sorcerer-historians are watching. And they have a final, brutal rule: If the villainess will not play her part… the world will force her.

"Sin" is in my name, darling. How could you expect me to be a gentle one!!! He said grinning like a devil while she cried in pain. P-Please d-don't do this, it hurts! She pleaded while crying. "I know wifey! That's why I am doing it" he said grinning demonically. "Which sin you're punishing me for?! She screamed. "Your sin? "You, being my wife is enough of a sin!" He snarled at her and flinched badly in fear. .... A normal teenage who got married with a cruel heart person who's gonna turn into a psycho gradually. There won't be any to escape for that poor girl. Every weekend will new punishments and torture for her. Join the story to know it in detail .

Di dunia di mana kekuatan adalah hukum tertinggi, belas kasihan dianggap kelemahan. Para kultivator bertarung bukan untuk kebenaran, tapi untuk kelangsungan hidup. Yang lemah dihancurkan. Yang kuat menulis sejarah. Dan hanya mereka yang rela menodai tangan dengan darah—baik musuh maupun sahabat—yang bisa naik ke puncak… atau bahkan melampaui takdir.

The Cruelty of Human Humans are complex beings. Love of mother, hope in dark, or joy on faces—they express and experience many emotions. But throughout history, their emotions change, or rather, they develop. Humans, known for kindness and love, develop something horrifying within them. Some say this terrifying thing has always existed alongside humans; some say it's bound to happen. Whatever the case, it spreads fast in humans, almost instantly. This is... HATE. At some point in history, humans discovered their full potential by awakening their red blood cells. Before this discovery, humans could lift up to 5 quintals of weight. Now, their capabilities have surpassed imagination. Those who once believed they had reached their peak can now ascend to new heights, with each generation growing stronger than the last. As a result, a renewed power struggle ensues, with individuals and groups competing to reach the top once more. Crudele Valerius, our main character, wants to live without being bothered by the world's problems. He’s been transferred to a new school in a big city far from home to improve his skills. His special ability lets him temporarily boost one skill or attribute to its highest level, but only for a short time and with a cooldown. Though he was raised well by his parents and is a good person, he’s struggling to fit in. Now, alone without his family and friends, he must navigate life’s challenges and see if he will be overwhelmed by hatred or rise above it.

The man I thought was my destiny, New York high-society heir Miller Walton, chose his late brother's fiancée, Claire, for a marriage of convenience to secure his empire. After that, I was forced to live with the lingering scent of another woman's perfume on his cashmere sweaters—a fragrance that felt like a dull knife twisting in my gut. This was my life, until Claire announced in an exclusive interview with Vogue that she was carrying the next Walton heir.

To shield my husband from a bullet, a shot tore through my abdomen, soaking an expensive silk gown in my blood. But he, the man our family trusted most with their lives—our "doctor"—left me to bleed out on the cold marble floor. He forbade anyone from treating me, his own wife. In my previous life, he missed the chance to save his mistress, Scarlett, because he was trapped at my side, and the regret drove him mad. On our wedding anniversary, he laced our red wine. Then, with the same hands that both saved and took lives, he plunged the very dagger he’d once gifted me deep into my heart. I clutched his pant leg, begging him to spare our daughter, Nina, but he leaned in, his whisper a venomous hiss, telling me I had stolen his one chance at a normal life with the woman he truly loved. With my last ounce of strength, I clawed a deep gash down his arm. But as my consciousness faded, I saw him stalk toward our three-year-old daughter, the dagger in his hand dripping with my blood. In that final moment, as darkness consumed me, I understood his choice with horrifying clarity. For that woman, he had once again abandoned me and our child.

My Alpha mate, Jasper, had a strange obsession. Every full moon, he would transform into a cold, cruel tyrant, playing out a ritual of rejecting me, his fated mate, before the entire pack. This twisted game continued for far too long—until my mother was struck down by rogue wolves wielding silver-laced weapons. She was afflicted with the Silver Dust Curse, an ailment that could only be cleansed by the priceless Moonlight Flower. At that time, Jasper was deep in his role as the cold-hearted Alpha. He refused to trade for the antidote, claiming pack resources were too precious. All I could do was watch helplessly as my mother’s inner wolf faded into nothing. At my mother's final rites, Jasper appeared with a young she-wolf on his arm and once again handed me the contract to sever our bond, announcing he had found a more suitable partner. This time, I didn’t wait for him to take it back.

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"