12 Miles Below - Chapter 3Book . : Self delusion (T)

I was nothing. A lowly omega, destined to live in the shadows of stronger wolves. But on the night of my eighteenth birthday, the moon had other plans for me. My mate was an Alpha’s son. The problem? He wasn’t the only one. The Blackwood triplets—Kael, Ronan, and Darian—each bore the same mark that bound them to me.To be Luna, I would have to survive the chaos of three powerful mates, a jealous rival who wanted my place, and a secret buried deep in my bloodline.Because being chosen by the moon was never a gift. It was a curse.

In the Heart’s Kingdom, a kingdom where vampires reign and humans were nothing but livestock, Lilou, a peasant, found herself being preyed upon by the worst maniacal vampire of his kind. However, as terrifying as what he addressed her as his ‘reserved meal’, this vampire also called her his bride!

Except:

My eyes brood with fear, gazing at the still-beating heart in his hand. “My Lord, pardon me but… is this the bloody proof you promised to show me?” I asked, my voice shook as I gulped down whilst struggling my trembling knees from giving away.

“Mhm… do you now believe I’m good at capturing hearts?” The silver-haired man, bearing those menacing pair of deep crimson eyes stared proudly at me after a nod. I gasped when he clenched his hand and squeezed the fresh heart to smithereen.

“Yes, milord. You’re good at it, literally.” I’m mortified, watching the pieces of the heart fall as he approached. His every step made me take a step back until my back reached a solid pillar.

“Huh,” Samael chuckled briefly, stopping in front of me. His long, pointy nails that were covered with blood traced my elbow down to my hand. Gently, he clipped my forefinger in between his, guiding it before his lips. “Did I pass your test, though?” He asked, the sharp tip of his nail played over the tip of my finger.

I stared at his penetrating gaze as I reluctantly answered, “Barely.”

He smirked, nodding in satisfaction before he pressed his nail on the tip of my forefinger that was quick to produce a drop of blood. “Such sweet aroma.” He whispered, placing my bleeding finger in his mouth and licked it with passion.

His menacing gaze never left mine as he consumed a bit of my blood. “Does that mean you’re accepting my invitation?” Keeping my finger in between his fangs, Samael inquired.

I bit my lower lip unconsciously, my heart within my chest drummed as my back broke into sweats. “But… I’m just…” I paused, hoping my answer would put an end to this. “… I’m just a human.”

Samael clicked his tongue, displeased at my response as he let my finger go. “No,” He whispered.

My entire body stiffened when he bent over, caressing my shoulder up to my neck by the apex of his nose, as his hot breaths prickled my skin.

“You're not just a mere human... you are my human.” He stressed before I sensed his lips part and the tip of his fangs against my skin.

*Super possessive desire to live the king of Hades & Goddess who coughs up blood if there is a disagreement
*Non-ancient, overhead female statue
Yan Yu, a medical student, transmigrated into the stallion novel to save the heroine before she was tricked by the scumbag and help her become a queen.
As a result, at the beginning of the game, she was dressed as a cannon fodder female supporting role who assassinated the heroine but was crushed, or the kind who was terminally ill and half stepped into the coffin.
Yin Beiqing, who was dressed in red, lay reclined on the couch, glanced at Yan Yu with her beautiful eyes, and said casually, “Kill him and feed the wolf.”
She thought that the sick woman would cry and beg for mercy, but Yan Yu straightened her back, and her clear eyes looked straight up, “Kill me, you will definitely regret it.”
Legend has it that there is a goddess who is omnipotent. Yin Beiqing is plagued by strange diseases and has been searching for it for a long time. Of course Yan Yu knows, so she relied on her own understanding of the plot and began to play tricks.
Yes, I am the goddess in the legend. I know where the heart sutra you have always wanted; I have a very good relationship with the miracle doctor who is said to be able to cure your old diseases; I am familiar with the ancient treasures and holy weapons.
Most importantly, you are a man!
Later, together with the heroine, she cut off the male protagonist’s golden finger, blocking the male protagonist’s path to apprenticeship and promotion, and then pointed at him and said, “It’s him, your death.”
The original text said that the heroine fell in love with the hero at first sight, and Yan Yu was worried that Yin Beiqing would not let her go.
Who knew that the so-called “handsome and romantic hero with sword eyebrows and starry eyes” turned out to be a puqixin with wicked eyebrows and mouse eyes, who was less than 1.7 meters tall.
Yin Beiqing didn’t even bat an eye, “I’ll kill him now.”
The more this goddess pretends to be Yan Yu, the more guilty she feels, because Yin Beiqing not only does not doubt her, but also treats her too well, giving her the mark of Langdie Valley, forming a blood contract with her for a lifetime, and even protecting her with his life every time .
Yan Yu: I’m sorry, I’m actually not a goddess.
Yin Beiqing: No, you are.
Later, after passing the Yuling Entrance Examination, Yan Yu was attacked by an evil spirit and fell into a coma, but soon revived with full blood in front of everyone, and transformed into a pair of dazzling golden pupils.
Yan Yu: I… am really a goddess?
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Alexander Blackwell has always been a man of taste, charm, and relentless ambition—traits he inherited alongside the world’s largest fortune. When his legendary father, a trillionaire who built an empire from nothing, passes away, Alexander wakes up to a reality most could only dream of: unlimited power, endless wealth, and a blank canvas to shape his legacy.But Alexander isn’t content with simply inheriting the Blackwell name; he’s determined to redefine it. From purchasing private islands to creating monuments of vanity, hosting the most exclusive events, and launching ventures that blur the line between brilliance and indulgence, he sets out to make himself unforgettable.To Alexander, ambition and excess go hand in hand. After all, what’s the point of having everything if you’re not building something bigger? What’s the point of having it all if you aren’t living like it?Disclaimer:This work is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All trademarks, brand names, and other proprietary rights mentioned or depicted are the property of their respective owners and are used for illustrative purposes only. This work is not affiliated with or endorsed by any brand, company, or individual mentioned. All rights reserved.