Vegeta Laughs Novels & Stories

Three years ago, Serena Blackwood was the Capital's most notorious villainess. Accused of drowning the Prime Beta's daughter, she was exiled to The Silent Abbey, a hellhole meant to break rebellious wolves. Everyone thought she would return broken, stripped of her pride. They were wrong. Serena returns not as a sinner, but as a Queen. Riding a rare Jade-Eye stallion and draped in Moon-Silk, she is more beautiful, more lethal, and more arrogant than ever. Her ex-fiancé, Alpha Patrick, rejects her for a "gentle" white lotus? Serena laughs and throws the mating token back in his face. The nobles want to humiliate her? She knocks out a Prince's fangs in the middle of the street. "I am not here to repent," Serena whispers, her golden eyes glowing with a predatory light. "I am here to rule." But she has a secret. The Alpha King doesn't just tolerate her wildness—he spoils her rotten. And as the Shadow Council moves in the dark, Serena reveals her true form: a Silver Wolf of legend, the only one capable of saving—or destroying—the Kingdom.

After dating in secret for seven years, Mitchell Zahn decides to propose to me on the day his birthday album is officially released. But during the birthday party, he publicly invites Isabella Claxton, a composer and my sister, to work with him. I follow Mitchell to ask him for an explanation. That's when I hear him and his friends chatting and joking inside the lounge. "You're so loyal to your first love, Mitchie. You couldn't wait to ask her to work with you upon her return. What are you going to do about Gabriella, though? Will she accept how your relationship ends when she's written so many songs for you?" After a moment, another person laughs and says, "To Mitchie, Gabriella has always been a replacement for Isabella. Now that Isabella is back, her replacement has to go. Don't you agree, Mitchie?" I wait for a long time before hearing a soft sound of agreement.

SYNOPSIS He has Alexithymia; the inability to identify and describe ones emotions. He doesn’t understand what it means to feel happy or sad or excited neither does he know how to express them. Smiles and laughs are like riddles to him cause all he can understand is pain… nothing else but pain. He is Holden Smith, CEO of the biggest and most successful game company in China. She has Amnesia and Kleptomania ( the recurrent failure to resist the urge to steal). She steals whatever she comes across; gold, silver, wood, paper and even a needle. She also have a big horrible scar on her face which she does everything possible to keep from the world. Her name is Raven Scott. These two crosses part with each other, having one thing in common; they are BROKEN and DEPRESSED. Unknown to them, their lives got ruined due to one same horrible mistake done eighteen years ago… It’s a scar in their hearts enough to kill them…it’s their lethal guilt. But will they be able to heal?...

From a stall in the office restroom, I overhear someone badmouthing me. Henry Fielder, the intern I've been mentoring for three months, grumbles, "The guy's got zero people skills. He's a total fossil, like a robot stuck in one mode." I'm about to push the door open and jump in when someone laughs and piles on. "The paperwork is incomplete. The receipts aren't compliant. I can't reimburse it without a manager's signature. We could recite his canned empathy lines in our sleep!" Once they're gone, I quietly head back to my office. Later, Henry drops a thick stack of expense reports onto my desk. "Quit waving the rulebook and rejecting everyone's reimbursements." I skim the fake receipts, and for once, I don't call him out. Instead, I give a thin smile and say, "I have a headache. I can't make out the words."

At the sweltering precinct of Riverside, Camila Gonzales is already a familiar face, a sharp-tongued high school senior with colored streaks in her hair and a reputation for trouble. She claims she doesn’t care what anyone thinks, least of all the police. Especially not them. Then Officer Asher Flores transfers in. Calm, composed, and impossibly unreadable, Asher sees through her sarcasm in a way no one else ever has. When Camila deliberately takes the blame for a street thief she secretly tried to stop, he realizes her defiance isn’t recklessness, it’s protection. And when he threatens to formally charge her, she laughs, as if detention would be a relief. Camila hates cops. Asher is one. But beneath her hostility is a girl who’s never been listened to, and behind his steady authority is a man who quietly chooses to see the truth. What begins as a clash between a guarded delinquent and a principled officer may become something far more dangerous, an understanding neither of them expected, and neither of them is prepared for.

If hurting me was her aim she surely succeeded. She laughed thrilling at my silent anger. She knows I can do nothing even if I want to. I don't have a wolf and she knows it as she showed me her vicious claws. "Stand up," she ordered. Abandoning my food I scrambled up to my feet. "Very unattractive, I wonder how Krist thinks you are suitable for this job." She eyed me with disdain. I watched her pull out a blood dagger and handed it to me. Bewildered I took it. My eyes shooting a million questions at her. "Participating in the Bride Selection is just a tip in the ice," Amanda laughs enjoying my distress. "What matters is that you must kill the Alpha King Damien as soon as he marks you as his bride." I let the blood dagger fall to the ground in shock. They are sending me to kill the Alpha King Damien. Her words and her laughter rang through my thoughts. "...Kill the Alpha King Damien."

For centuries, the Bloodmoon Curse has haunted the Blackveil Pack. Every Alpha who dares to take a Luna meets a violent death within a year. Desperate to break the curse, Alpha Dorian Nightbane makes an unthinkable choice he will take a bride already marked for death. Enter Seraphina Vale, the last witch of a fallen coven, sentenced to burn at dawn. When Dorian interrupts her execution, offering her marriage instead of death, she laughs in his face.A witch wedding an Alpha? Madness. But when she learns the truth that Dorian doesn’t plan to survive their union either Seraphina sees an opportunity. The curse is tied to a hidden enemy, and only by staying close to the doomed Alpha can she uncover the dark secret behind it. Bound by a mate bond neither of them wanted, Dorian and Seraphina must survive a year together before the curse claims its next victim. The catch? The closer they grow, the stronger the curse fights back. But Seraphina is not just a helpless bride. She is a witch of blood and fire, and if death comes for her mate she will burn the world down to stop it.

On the eve of our engagement party, my fiancée, Alissa Coleman, gets a marriage certificate with her male best friend, Rhys Pritchard, and celebrates it in the bar. Yet, she acts completely unconcerned about what she has done. She says flippantly, "It was just a joke. We'll get divorced tomorrow. Everyone knows Rhys and I are just best friends." Rhys responds with a provocative grin. "Even though the marriage is just for a day, there's still a special bond between us. Are you all just enjoying the show and won't even prepare a wedding gift for us?" Everyone at the table laughs raucously. "Sure. I happen to have a project in the western suburbs. I'll give it to you as a wedding gift. But there are rules at this table. If you want it, you'll have to win it with a game of dice." I say nothing more and simply take a seat at the table. Meeting Alissa's perplexed frown that is directed at me, I flash her a small smile. "Isn't this supposed to be a dice-rolling game for wedding gifts? I'd like to play too," I said.

D-do you think I-I am that kind of women? Do y-you think that I w-would let you take my v-virginity when I h-have a? She said in a painful tone. But he was staring at her with his emotionless eyes. " Okay. I want a paternity test." B-but I don't have m-money for a paternity test. " She mumbled, He laughs sarcastically. He knew it! He then looks at her with his fierce and sarcastic eyes. " You don't have money? I knew why you're here. Cheap women like you use this trick to blackmail famous businessman. "She looked at him in disbelief. " D-do you think Do think I'm you gold-digger? She mumbled with her teary eyes as she looks at him; he stare at her with a cool look. Did she come all the way here to hear his judgement, insulting words? Her tears fall, and she quickly wipes it. She looked at him with anger and pain in her eyes.

On Christmas Eve, our three-year-old daughter, Noelle Gilder, who has cancer, takes a turn for the worse. All she wants is for her mother, Ivana Lance, to dress as Santarina and bring her a gift. I frantically call Ivana, but she impatiently yells into the phone, saying, "Why are you calling me nonstop? I am helping Charles look for Bubbles! Do you really have to make a scene over this? If Bubbles is gone, Charles will be so heartbroken that he will not be able to sleep for days!" Bubbles? So she was looking for the dog of her first love, Charles Larsson! Suppressing my anger, I tell her that Noelle might not survive the night. She laughs disbelievingly, "Mr. Gilder, do not think for a second that I'm not aware that you've spoiled Noelle rotten! If she had not suddenly kicked Bubbles, he would not have run away. Make Noelle apologize to Charles tomorrow." After hanging up, I accompany Noelle as she spends her final Christmas Eve with tears in my eyes. The next day, Ivana publishes a post on Instagram, still looking for the dog. Meanwhile, my post is Noelle's obituary. Ten years of marriage melt away into nothingness like snow.