Tory Cobra Kai Novels & Stories

My newlywed husband forces me, a late-stage liver cancer patient, to drink hard liquor just to please his secretary. When the secretary later stages a setup, pretending to take a knife for him, she loses too much blood. In a panic, he demands that I give her a blood transfusion. I name my price—ten million dollars. He sneers. "Your blood really is worth its weight in gold, huh?" Of course it is. A liver cancer patient's blood doesn't come cheap. Later, when his precious secretary crashes into my car, he mocks me again. "You caused the accident on purpose, didn't you? Stop pretending—you just want more money. Wendy Yaeger, you disgust me." I'm done. All I want now is to get that divorce certificate before I die, but he looks down at me with disdain. "Don't use such pathetic tricks to get my attention. You're not even qualified to negotiate with me." Fine. Once I'm dead, the marriage will end on its own.

My boyfriend refuses to accompany me to the airport to pick my mother up, but he later rams into my car from behind in my new Maybach. He looks at my secondhand car and wraps an arm around the young woman beside him, who looks frightened. He says, "It's just a rusty old Volkswagen Beetle! So what if I've crashed into it? I can afford to pay for the damages!" The crowd praises him for being handsome and rich. With his back to them, he warns, "This is the woman my mom wants me to date. I'm just playing along for her sake. Don't make things embarrassing for me." I nod understandingly and tell the young woman, "Since you like collecting trash so much, you can have both him and the car. I'll have my lawyer send you the bill." Now, my boyfriend panics. He looks devastated as he hangs around outside my company all day, begging me to give him another chance.

All her Life She grew up with a word from her dad "Only Good persons are allowed to live" Having an ability to see people's memory after a skin to skin contact, with the other party, she decided to use it in her own way But is her way of using the ability right or wrong He is a proud son of the Miller Family but became a detective to find out the death of his parents How will this two meets And what awaits them in the near future

When Tamashi sees a girl about to get run over by a truck, he does what any selfless person would do before thinking: he tries to push her out of the way. He closes his eyes and reopens them: to find himself in a vast void, stuck there with a being that’s nearly his own reflection. The only difference? That being’s hair was completely white. Side note: he’s also kind of an arrogant jerk. Tamashi wakes up to find that he successfully saved the girl: except, someone shows up and accuses him of murder. What the hell? This is the story of Tamashi, and his journey to redeem himself and to to find out the truth of the world he lives in. As it turns out, there’s more to society and the world than the eye can see.

I’m Kayla Turi, the unlucky reader who stumbled into a story and ended up wearing the life of Helena. She’s the kind of female lead who gave up her comfort for her first love, Oscar. But her world wasn’t the fairy tale she thought. His family despised her, and Helena’s story ended with her dying while carrying his child. Now I’m stuck in her shoes, and the only way home is to change her fate. The first move I’ve chosen it’s reckless. I have to kiss Julian Joja, the man who once loved her but now despises her.

😈 WARNING : This book is a one way ticket to obsession.Sebastian Wolfe’s fantasies are as ruthless as his punishments…and you’ll beg for more..❤️‍🔥😈 One punishment. One rule. One night that changes everything. Bellmere University was my last chance—until *him*. Sebastian Wolfe. Billionaire. Dean. My father’s best friend… and the man who now owns my future. When I defy him, his punishment is ruthless. When I beg, his touch is worse. And when the rumors start—Did you hear about the Dean and his favorite student?—there’s only one way out. Obey him in secret… or lose everything. But Wolfe doesn’t just want submission. He wants me. And the worst part? I’m starting to want him too.

Neglected and abused since childhood for not having elemental karamat (the ability to control air, fire, water or earth) and waiting for intrinsic karamat (special ability unique to every person), Sikandar's life turns upside down when he realizes that he is in a revenge fantasy AI slop story. It happens on his birthday when he gets the ability to control void and nullify other karamats. Not willing to be a part of the revenge plot, Sikandar leaves home for peace of mind. Soon, the AI writing the story becomes sentient and decides to add more drama to Sikandar's life.

My parents had always played favorites. On my birthday, the house was completely empty. Meanwhile, my older brother, Howard Moore, posted a nine-photo grid on social media, showing off a huge birthday cake. In every picture, Mom and Dad were gathered around him, smiling like they couldn’t be prouder. I called them. Laughter poured through the phone from the other end. Still, I gathered every bit of courage I had and asked softly, “Why didn’t I even get a happy birthday?” The line went silent for a second. Then Mom’s bright, smiling voice came through. “Because Howard is handsome. Taking him out makes us look good. But you? Those hooded eyes and that bulbous nose. Honestly, if we didn’t feel sorry for you, we would’ve gotten rid of you a long time ago.” Howard took the phone from her and said gently, “You know you’re adopted, right? Did you really think you were one of us?” I stood there for a long time, too stunned to move. After that, I stopped talking. But deep down, I still craved the love of my biological parents. So I secretly made a post online, looking for my biological family. I didn’t expect Howard to find it. He took a screenshot and sent it to the school’s anonymous gossip account. “The fake Moore kid is looking for his parents. Anyone lose an ugly little kid?” I cried for a long time. Then late that night, I walked past their bedroom door, which had been left slightly open. Howard’s laughter floated out, clear and bright. “He actually believed it! This is hilarious! Let’s hire someone to pretend to be his parents. I can’t wait to see him on his knees, begging us.” Dad took a sip of his tea. “Do whatever you want.” Mom added, “Just don’t go too far.” Outside the door, my fingers slowly loosened around the doorknob.

Maria Addison, an orphan adopted by the noble Barnet family, was betrothed since she was little to one of their family’s descendants, a handsome man named Miller Barnet. The heir who was always relied on, praised, and proud of by his family as a perfect figure without any flaws at all. However, a week before Maria and Miller’s wedding, an unfortunate event occurred. A big fight caused the two of them to have a car accident which resulted in Miller suffering a head injury which put him in a coma. Feeling guilty towards the Barnet family, Maria was confused as hell, she hid the fact of Miller’s coma by taking a stupid way that was beyond everyone’s expectations. She was asking for help from another figure whose face was exactly the same as Miller to temporarily replace Miller as the groom and become the heir to the Barnet family business. The man was Alvin Barnet, Miller’s twin brother who had been hidden by his mother. All the twists and turns began, the ambition to get the Barnet family inheritance by using Alvin suddenly changed. Alvin’s attitude that Maria thought was so cold and arrogant turned out to always treat her warmly and attentively, and of course that made Maria start to hesitate. The love in her heart grew, until finally Maria decided to help Alvin seize what was rightfully his. So, will all those plans go smoothly?

It's too cruel to say my destiny is not lucky. Maybe what is right to imply it is my destiny to be unlucky as you are. I introduce Sintia, the only child who was legally adopted as a biological child. For 35 years my life is full of twists and turns, you can say I am a person who is formed from a family that is Brochen Home, my escape is by pursuing hobbies and looking for as many friends as possible. I am more comfortable telling stories and sharing life stories with male friends. This is what makes them all friends but intimate in my life. The reason is simple, because a male friend is smart in keeping secrets and is good at giving positive advice. The story of my life continues to twist, like a beach blade. Whether it is family problems, problems with young friends who often bully, problems with love, work, household and others. I keep trying to find a good way out and I try to be strong and endure all the trials of life. How not to go crazy over it or kill yourself over it all. "True Story" Sintia Novel Series