7 Book(s) Related to arianata

The sound of the gurneys almost deafen my ears, and the light from these doctors' torches is blinding me but I keep running towards the scene. It is 12 o' clock. In the midnight, I know even though I don't look at the clock over my head. With sweaty palms and terrific faces, five gurneys are wheeled towards the emergency rooms by the late night doctors. Even though their mouths are shut tight, I can hear millions of inaudible sounds coming out of them. Each of the gurneys are being wheeled by two personnels, and each time they pass me by, i peer into them to see the victims' faces clearly because I can not see them from where I am.

The first face I see is badly disfigured. It's got a big mark from the forehead down to her upper eyelid, her lips are charred and her jaw is almost totally detached from the rest of her face. Hot drops of blood trickle down her head to her chest and her dress is soiled. She looks like she is no longer breathing and just as the ambulance pass by me, I see something in her hands-A red neck piece. She is clutching it tightly like it is her whole life. My red neck piece. Yes, this victim is my only sister, Jamie but I do not cry. I mean, I always want to cry but I can't. So my face is firm and peaceful, but I am screaming inside me. My legs are hitting the air and I'm ripping my hair inside of me, but outside? I am standing tall. Somehow, with all the swiftness as they pass by me, her hands shake and she loses hold of the red neck piece. As thick and shiny as my hair, our hair(hers blonde and mine black). It falls from her hands and drops at my feet just as soon as the second ambulance approaches me. I bend to pick up my red neckpiece-the one thing that binds my sister and I together but whoosh...it is air. I can see it on the cold tiled floor but when I try to pick it up, it is not there.

Abigail Aaro has already endured the kind of loss that would shatter most—her mate torn from her, her family stripped away, and her dignity crushed beneath betrayal. Yet even in the ruins of her life, she clings to one unbreakable truth: she will never belong to anyone. Fierce, defiant, and unwilling to bow, she would rather stand alone than be caged like property.

But the Lycan King has other plans. Daniel is power incarnate—cold, ruthless, and feared by all who dare defy him. To him, Abigail is not a woman but a vessel, a means to secure his legacy and breed the heir his kingdom demands. Her resistance amuses him, her fury tempts him, but her refusal changes nothing. She is his—whether she wills it or not.

Yet in the fire of their battles, something unexpected takes root. Hatred sparks into a dangerous, all-consuming desire neither of them can control. What begins as a war of wills soon blurs into a war of hearts, and every choice they make threatens to unravel kingdoms.

For when fragile strength collides with merciless dominance, the line between captivity and passion becomes perilously thin—and destiny demands its due.

"The Master ordered that you be taken to the bedroom." She informed me.Wiping away my tears, I smiled weakly but her eyes was filled with pure disgust. I followed her to the bedroom, a really beautiful and lavishly furnished place and she said no other word to me before leaving. I stood there clueless. The voluminous wedding gown I wore tired me out, making it even harder to breathe. I settled for sitting on the king-sized bed, concluding that it was after all my room. I crouched and began to silent sob as my face was now positioned in between my thighs. I kept on crying, not knowing what to do and unknowingly, I fell asleep. The next time my eyes opened it was sudden and I inhaled sharply as I was frightened. I turned around only to see the devil himself scowling at me."What the hell do you think you're doing?" He questioned

Grace Green grew up in the Green family as the only child and heiress, but that changed when they discovered that she wasn’t their biological daughter. She died in her fiancée hand’s hands due to her ‘new’ sister's schemes.
REBORN, all she wants is to stay far away from the real heiress and find her biological parents, which has been her deepest regret in her past life.
However, things don’t go as she plans as she catches the eye of the most feared and laziest man in their class, causing the man to always follow her, cleaning the mess she leaves after dealing with everyone who plots against her.
Her adopted parents and new sister? They pamper her endlessly, treating her like a treasure.

Ivanna Martinez died in the fire that was lit by the people she loved and trusted so much. Her eyes filled with hatred and grievance as she stared at the leaving couple. Her heart filled with the thirst of vengeance.

But the heavens weren't done with her. She didn't just wake up. she was REBORN!
Back to collect the debts owed to her in blood.

So what if she was a fake heiress? She was a "fake heiress" with a biological legacy that would make her enemies tremble.

​“In my last life, I was a discarded pawn. In this life, I am the QUEEN.”
​Betrayed by her fiancé and crushed by her stepsister, Scarlet died in cold-blooded despair. But fate gave her a second chance. When she wakes up, she discovers her mother wasn’t just a simple woman—she was a legend with identities that make the world tremble.
​Armed with her mother’s secrets and her own cold heart, Scarlet begins her climb. Companies are built, enemies are publicly ruined, and the "scumbags" are left begging for mercy.
​She planned to live a quiet, luxurious life of revenge. She didn't plan for Lennox Harvey—the nation's most ruthless, bloodthirsty tycoon.
​"Why did you slap her yourself?" He growls, pulling her into his lap and inspecting her reddened palm. "Next time, let me do the dirty work. I can't stand to see you in pain."
​Is this cold-blooded monster actually... a doting husband?

​The smell of smoke was the last thing Rhiannon Sander expected on the night that should have been her happily ever after.
​"Why?" Rhiannon gasped, her world spinning as she stared at the two people she loved most.
​Her stepsister, Kaylee, didn’t offer comfort—only a jagged smile. "Isn't it obvious? You were just a stepping stone, Rhiannon."
​Seeking a lifeline, Rhiannon looked at her fiancé. She prayed for a prank, a joke, a misunderstanding. Instead, he met her gaze with a sneer so cold it froze her blood. As the flames began to roar, they locked the door and left her to burn in the house that was supposed to be her home.
​Dragging her charred bod, toward a dark figure in the shadows of the street, she whispered her final plea: "Anything... I'll give you anything. Just save me."
​The man towering over her didn't look like a hero; he looked like a god of death. "Don't regret those words when you wake up," he warned