𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐒Daina is a woman who married out of love to a man whom she thought was hers. Oh, how she is sorely mistaken. Only when they are married, is when he decides to show her his true colors. And the only person who notices and who happens to be there is his best friend. Her only escape and a chance at happiness.

Murder cases have been going on... who could it be? (Ongoing)

"He stole my heart and kept in a jar beside his bed to poke at when he got bored."

A woman with a hole for her heart tries to win over his to replace the void.

Through selfless acts of love, petals, and chocolate, she slowly realises that maybe love can't be won over for someone who has given up on it.

Carrying a crushing realization and attempting to break free of the abuse, love finds its way to her again in a surprising way.

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This work will be submitted as a collab Valentines event for Ukiyoto Publishing.

All editing is done out of Penana for final submission

Synths are designed to be the perfect companions for their owners. They are genetically engineered to be sweet, kind, loyal, agreeable, and submissive. Arden's synth Luca seems to be the perfect playmate and servant. He seems perfectly content with his lot in life. But as the communist rebellion brews in the shadows, there may be more to everything than there appears to be.———

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The little girl with dragon wings who works at the dress shop is silent, obedient, and most of all, loyal. She always does all the work asked of her without complaint or question. Nobody sees what’s truly inside. Not even her.

But one day, she meets a being who does.

Everything's beautiful. Everything's beautiful. Everything is just fine and beautiful.

Never mind that the world is a swirling mass all around me. Never mind that I can barely walk straight. Never mind that there's a hand around my wrist holding me in a vice-grip. Never mind that something deep inside me is telling me to run.

I am exactly where I'm meant to be. The only place where I can be.

———This work is in the public domain and anyone can do whatever they want with it.

The lands are burning in misery, drowning in tears.

My name is Mihu. I was a peasant farmer, in the years long since passed. In the times long since gone by. I was taken from my home, back when I was alive. I ascended into godhood when I died. But even as a god there was only so much I could do. Most people couldn't even see me. I could however offer bits of protection, support, and strength to the people of my town and my world.

It's clear to see that the world needs it.

And the baby who just entered this world under the light of the moon? The baby who was just born to an impoverished family of factory workers in the slums? I can tell that the road in front of her will be filled with misery.

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The seventeen-year old is Queen. She should be happy about that, right? She's not only married but she's married to the king.

She's not only married but she's married to the king. She's got a husband who has money and power and rank. Someone she can honour and obey and give herself to. Someone who will provide for her as long as she stays in line. As long as she stayed quiet, stays submissive, stays without an opinion, stays calm and ladylike and (of course) beautiful. As long as she stays worthy of love, worthy of belonging, worthy of what he gives to her.

The seventeen-year old is Queen.

That means she has giant, ornate palaces, crystal chandeliers, hundreds of dresses, and a bunch of food she can't actually eat but can indeed stare at (fat women aren't attractive after all).

The peasants, the people lower down on the hierarchy, don't have that. They don't have food, often, as the price of bread can soar too high for them to buy it. They don't have warmth in the winter, or medicine for when they're sick. What they do have is hard work. Hard work and calloused palms, calloused fingers, calloused feet.

And her heart reaches out to them. But what does her heart know? It's not her place to have opinions.

She has to be loyal. To her man. ... Unless... unless her loyalty truly belongs with someone else.

Maybe the thing she has to be is brave.

Nara and her boyfriend Hue get into a small disagreement.

"You were broken pieces made for each other." he slapped me hard enough my head spin. I knew he was satisfied, and I was about to follow him when someone called my name. I turned and saw that he was the one that called my name. He looked to be in as much pain as I was.

"Come with me, please."

I guess I have a choice to make: I guess now I have a choice to make: My place or my mate...

Future Luna Sam must choose between her betrothed future Alpha Jaden and his pack, The Blood Moon Pack and her mate future Alpha Zachariah and his pack, The Demon Glass Pack.

Originally posted on Wattpad in 2015. Currently planning a rewrite.

The following themes are featured in this work and may be triggering to some:

- strong language

- disordered eating

- self-harm

- suicidal thoughts and actions

- domestic abuse

- alcohol use

- sexual assault