grim tales snafu

The day my mother-in-law discovered she had uterine cancer, she packed up and moved in to our home. “I don’t have much time left. I’m all out of hope!” she choked out. “You’d be cruel to kick me out. Show me some mercy!” I looked at my speechless husband, then at my beloved son I had raised with so much love and care. I asked them, "What do you guys think?" My husband silently made a grim expression and grabbed my arm. “How long are you going to hold on to that little incident that happened after Everett was born? Mom's already so sick." My son echoed his sentiment, “Grandma doesn't have much time left. Of course we have to take good care of her!" I smiled at them and said, “Alright. You guys can take care of her if you love her so much."

Rosana, a half-breed werewolf of both human and wolf lineage, had her awakening late, but that turned her world upside down. She discovered that she was fated to be Alpha Max's mate. Alpha Max had chosen a mate from the powerful Carnell family to solidify his status as alpha, leading him to reject Rosana, to please his Luna. Despite this, he couldn't deny his desire for her. When Luna Anna discovered Alpha Max could not keep his eyes off Rosanna, she cruelly cast Rosana out of the pack and sent her bodyguard to eliminate her. Fleeing for her life, Rosana found herself crossing paths with Alpha Nolan — the cursed Alpha banished from Blue Blood Pack. Tales of Alpha Nolan were whispered with fear among the young wolves, as he was the cursed alpha rumored to have committed the unthinkable causing him to be banished from his pack. What fate awaits Rosana as she crosses paths with the cursed Alpha? Will Rosana seek revenge for the injustice done to her by Alpha Max and Luna Anna? Will Alpha Nolan be able to break free from the curse that plagues his life? What secret is Alpha Max hiding that he needs the protection of the Carnell Family?

I never thought fairy tales could actually be real. But my belief that they weren't quickly came crashing down when I, Katherine Cain, met a man completely opposite of me; Virgo Dacien. You see, half of my face is a birthmark, making me look extremely different from everyone- ugly, as everyone preferred to say. Virgo on the other hand? His hair was black as night, his eyes the lightest shade of blue, with a chiseled, stubble covered jaw, and the most perfect teeth i'd ever seen. And he was outrageously strong..... and terrifyingly warm. Though, I can't complain much. His strength saved me from plummeting to my death and his heat warmed me from a chilled breeze. But little did I know, Virgo was much more than a man, but a beast, and he was about to drag me into a fantasy world filled with mythical fights, a rejected luna, and a target being placed on my back that everyone, myth and reality alike, wanted to take a shot at at any given chance. Will he be able to save me?

In the midst of a bustling metropolis, Sumire, a diligent and determined orphan with an insatiable thirst for knowledge, is engrossed in her studies while seated on a park bench under the radiant rays of the summer sun. It is here that she met a five-year-old boy, who unbeknownst to her, will change the course of her destiny. Mort, her fated mate, is an enigmatic vampire whose heart is captured at the very first glimpse of Sumire. Little does she realize that a world of supernatural beings surrounds her, as Mort's obssesion and desire for her sets into motion a series of events that will forever alter her life's trajectory. Their initial meeting serves as the threshold to an unknown realm, one inhabited by lurking monsters whose predatory instincts unveil a perilous threat. On a fateful night, beneath the crimson shroud of intimacy, that Mort awakens Sumire's dormant memories and primal thirst for blood. This awakening occurs whilst their enemies lurk menacingly outside their bedroom door, launching an unsuspecting assault on the bounty placed upon her head. How will Sumire navigate this newfound reality, where the tales of mere mortals pale in comparison? Will she be able to unravel the enigma of her own existence before it engulfs her?

“I'm not just the vampire king of tales, Ellie. I'm a talented artist.” Vanchure said with every stroke he made on the canvas with his paintbrush. “So you can either be the one posing on my couch, behind the canvas, or be the one whose blood I will use in replacement for paints.”   In a world that was divided from origin were two great mythical creatures, two great kingdoms, and two great rulers. Speaking of which were the Black Park, the wolves, and the Thorx Coven, the bloodsuckers. With the respect of law and order, these two kingdoms had a ball of symbiosis where they worked hand in hand to maintain their stable world. The wolves were considered as the soldiers. The protectors. The ones left to do the tough and dirty jobs within both kingdoms were the bloodsuckers, whose' strengths were limited to just being hard abor. While the wolves had the day and nights to themselves, the vampire blossomed in the night; they were considered as Royalties. In these two kingdoms, they had their kings. Eamonn, Alpha of Black Park, and Vanchure, king of Thorx Coven. They had maintained the law and order of peace and had always set their boundaries between each other until Ellie came along. Ellie was born of the wolves, just a commoner that the Alpha of my Park proclaimed as a mate.  Ellie is set on a path to rescue her missing sister from the hands of the vampire king, Vanchure. But on her first encounter with that handsome devil, her whole life takes a different turn. She's who she is now. An abomination, as the werewolves, her people called her. But what is yet to unfold from this abomination is what no one knows. was.

Betrayal begets the darkest shadows, within its grasp, wealth transforms into a catalyst for revenge. Victoria Hamilton, once a privileged heiress, faced a terrifying death orchestrated by her family, leaving her legacy in the hands of deceitful kin. Fate, however, is inclined to rewrite cruel tales, and death is not always final. Reborn as Lily Turner from an humble background, Victoria carries the flames of revenge, armed with intelligence and fueled by ambition. As Lily, Victoria embarks on an unwavering journey to rebuild the empire stolen from her in a past life. Guided by an unyielding desire for justice, Lily navigates the vicious world of business, rising from the ashes into a formidable force. Memories of the past propel her forward, and scars become her stepping stones to triumph. "The Rebirth of a Scorned Heiress" unfolds as a tale of vengeance as Lily Turner, once an abandoned heiress, will stop at nothing to reclaim what is rightfully hers, weaving an epic of ambition, resilience, and the savoury taste of revenge. In this contest with shadows of the past, a new legacy emerges in the crucible of Victoria's unwavering determination. Will her empire be the sweetest revenge, or will the haunting shadows of the past persist?

Mis padres, reconocidos filántropos y las personas más ricas del país, siempre fueron generosos con todo el mundo, pero conmigo las reglas eran diferentes. Como su hija, cualquier gasto que superara un dólar requería su autorización. El día en que me diagnosticaron cáncer terminal, reuní el valor para pedirles quince dólares. Su respuesta no fue ayudarme, sino un sermón interminable de tres horas. —Eres joven, ¿qué clase de enfermedad podrías tener? Ni siquiera te tomaste la molestia de inventar una excusa mejor para pedir dinero —me dijo mi padre, con el desprecio grabado en cada palabra. —¿Tienes idea de cuánto tiempo podrían sobrevivir los niños de las zonas más pobres con quince dólares? Tu hermana menor tiene más sentido común que tú —agregó mi madre con frialdad. Con el cuerpo agotado y el alma hecha pedazos, salí de aquella casa. Caminé varios kilómetros de regreso al almacén abandonado, sintiendo el peso de cada paso. Al pasar frente a un centro comercial, una pantalla gigante mostraba la última noticia: mis padres alquilaba un parque de diversiones entero por una suma exorbitante, solo para complacer a mi hermana adoptiva. Las lágrimas que había contenido durante tanto tiempo rompieron la barrera del orgullo y comenzaron a brotar sin control. 15 dólares, ni siquiera alcanzaba para una sesión de quimioterapia. Solo quería comprar un vestido nuevo para despedirme de esta vida con dignidad.