The Curse of Ballet Shoes Made Me A luna
I was raised by my grandparents while my parents, obsessed with giving my sister perfect long legs, sought out a wizard to swap our legs-mine for hers, and hers for mine. In my past life, I yielded to their wishes.
But in this life, I took revenge.
I gave the enchanted ballet shoes to an ostrich.
She gained long legs, but they were nothing like human limbs-feathers sprouted instead, twisted and grotesque like an ostrich's.
By a Twist of the curse, I became the luna.
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Chapter 1
"Sister, hurry and try them on! These ballet slippers are a gift I've saved up for ages to buy you!"
Fiona's voice was high-pitched with excitement as she handed me the delicate pair of slippers, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. And in that moment, I knew. I had been reborn into this cruel world once again.
The urge to strike Fiona, to claw at her face with my hands, was overwhelming. But the time for vengeance wasn't yet ripe.
I forced a smile, taking the slippers and examining them with feigned admiration.
"Fiona, you've grown up so much. I can't believe you're buying gifts for your sister now. Meanwhile, here she is, the older sister, clueless about everything."
"I can't believe you still act so ungrateful... And now you let your little sister buy you things? Pathetic."
My mother's tone couldn't mask the contempt she felt for me.
She never wanted me, had never wanted me. She kept Fiona close, doting on her, while I was cast aside like some mistake.
I had never even met my father until I was eighteen
Fiona, with legs-short and stubby, nothing like mine-had always been her greatest source of shame.
She'd begged for help, sought out sorcery, gone to every healer, and still, nothing had changed.
I stepped closer to Fiona, lifting the slippers up and holding them to the light.
"You have good taste, sister. These ballet slippers are beautiful."
Fiona's eyes sparkled, but then her gaze fell to her legs, and I saw it-the flicker of deep-seated insecurity.
I was about to speak, to finish what I had started, when a sharp crack split the air-my father's hand, landing across my cheek with a force that sent my head snapping to the side.
"You heartless little beast!" he snarled, his voice laced with fury. "If it weren't for you, Fiona wouldn't have these damn problems! You drained all her energy when she was inside your mother's womb. If you hadn't taken everything from her, maybe she wouldn't have been cursed like this!"
"Apologize to your sister, NOW!" he roared.
My head was spinning from the slap. I could barely see straight, but I caught a glimpse of Fiona crouching on the floor, her eyes gleaming with malicious triumph. The smug smile on her face, the way she looked at me as though she had already won.
I forced a bitter laugh.
"It's not that I absorbed all the nutrients, Father. It's genetics."
Then Fiona-always the little viper-chimed in, "Daddy, stop hitting my sister. She didn't mean it. But you know, sister, you really should learn to keep the peace. You've been causing so much trouble. Why don't you apologize to Dad?"
If this had been my last life, I might have cowered. But not this time. Not anymore.
"Fine, it's all my fault." I threw the ballet slippers to the side. "Here, take it back. I don't deserve something this good."
The moment the slippers hit the ground, Fiona's face twisted.
She jumped up, rushing to our mother's side, tugging at her sleeve desperately. "Mom, do something! She's throwing it away! She doesn't deserve it!"
"Oh, come on! It's just a slap, don't be so dramatic!" My mother's voice was sharp. "If you hadn't been so rude, maybe your father wouldn't have had to teach you a lesson. We've told you time and time again, think before you speak. Now, put on the slippers, don't disappoint your sister. She was so kind to get them for you."
"Yeah, Britney, just wear them. Don't make your sister feel bad."
I felt sick. The disgust I felt toward them was almost suffocating, thick like the dense forest air before a storm.
"I'll wear them."
"But I need to step out for a moment."
I turned and walked out of the room.
The door slammed behind me. I didn't need to think twice. The wolf in me knew what I had to do.
I stalked through the park, my eyes scanning the terrain until I saw the long-legged creatures-ostriches-strutting across the ground with their imposing height, their legs long and powerful.
I approached one, and without hesitation, I took the ballet slippers from my bag. Quietly, almost like a predator, I affixed them to the bird's long, graceful legs.
As I stood back, watching the absurdity of it all, I couldn't help but laugh. Fiona would never know what happened to her precious gift.
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8.1
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8.1
Her life was in a terrible mess of getting raped by five guys, they struggle and seized her, this was her cursed destiny, which she cannot escape,
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8.9
Just hours after I endured a grueling labor to give Kaelen, my fated mate and the Alpha, two beautiful twins, he walked into the infirmary.
Instead of holding our newborns, his Alpha aura pinned me to the bed as he coldly announced, "I reject you as my mate."
He claimed I reeked of another Alpha. His sister Vanessa threw a stack of photos at my face, showing me at a cafe with a broad-shouldered man. Before I could even explain, Kaelen forced a pen into my trembling hand while I was still bleeding, making me sign away my parental rights. His mother then snatched my newborn son Liam from the crib.
"Take the girl and get out of my territory," Kaelen commanded, leaving me in the freezing room with my severed mate-bond and my crying daughter.
I didn't understand how our sacred bond could be shattered by a single fake photo, or how my fated mate could be so blind and ruthless as to rip my baby from my arms.
Five years later, his precious heir is dying, and Kaelen desperately needs an alliance and a bone marrow donor. But when he finally sees me at a high-society gala, he doesn't find a broken, exiled Omega.
He finds me standing beside that very same "lover"—Dominic, the Alpha of the Silverwood Pack, my older brother. And this time, I am the one holding the blade.
9.6
18+ Reader Advisory:
This story contains mature themes and content intended strictly for adult readers.
From Chapter Nine onward, there is no turning back.
If you choose to continue, you do so at your own discretion.
Freya loved him for ten years... only to discover he had been sharing her bed with her sister. Heartbroken and betrayed, she walked away, leaving her title as Luna behind.
But freedom was a lie... her parents sold her to the Lone Wolf, a man feared, cursed, and utterly dangerous.
He is possession... demanding, intoxicating, and impossible to resist. Every touch, and every heated glance ignites her, but when he discovers she holds the key to breaking his curse, his desire turns darker, and more consuming.
She is no longer just temptation... she is necessity, and he will not let her go.
She hates him... yet a part of her aches for him, drawn to the man beneath the beast.
What will happen when the man cursed with emptiness and eternal loneliness discovers the woman who could break his curse?"
8.3
I thought marrying into the Barrett dynasty would be my fairy tale, but my wedding day felt more like a business merger. My husband, Jarret, didn't even look at me as he checked his watch at the altar, treating our marriage like a political chore.
Two months later, the world shattered when Jarret's diplomatic convoy was bombed. The news reported him dead, with his twin brother Jayden as the sole survivor.
When "Jayden" returned to the estate limping on a cane, the house became a tomb. My mother-in-law and our cousin Cristine immediately moved to freeze my bank accounts and strip me of my rights, calling me a "greedy climber." I was a widow in a house of wolves, but the real nightmare started when I saw "Jayden" drop his cane and passionately kiss Jarret's mistress in the dark.
I crept to the study and heard the bone-chilling truth: Jarret wasn't the one who died. He had murdered his own brother in the blast to steal his identity and become a "surviving hero." Even worse, he was already planning my "accidental" overdose once I signed over the family trust.
My blood ran cold as I realized the gentle, calloused hands that touched me on my wedding night hadn't belonged to my husband at all. I had fallen in love with Jayden, the man Jarret had just vaporized for a promotion.
I tried to escape, but they caught me and forced a sedative into my arm. When I woke up, the family doctor was standing over me with a predatory smile.
"Congratulations, Elise. You're ten weeks pregnant."
Jarret leaned over my bed, his eyes cold and victorious. They aren't going to kill me anymore. They've turned me into an incubator for an heir, trapped in a golden cage with the monster who murdered the father of my child.
7.5
I am the biological daughter of the wealthy Fitzpatrick family, but I spent my childhood eating out of dumpsters.
When I was finally brought back to the estate at age seven, I thought I would experience my parents' love.
Instead, my biological parents looked at my dirty clothes with raw disgust. They only cared about Hallie, the fake daughter who lived like a princess.
The moment I walked in, Hallie hurled a heavy ceramic cup at my head, slicing my hand open.
"Get out of my house!"
My father didn't even look at the blood. He raised his hand to strike me, accusing me of bringing trailer park rules into his home.
In my past life, I dropped to my knees and begged for their forgiveness. I endured their abuse, hoping they would eventually love me.
But they let the maids humiliate me, let Hallie steal my identity, and eventually threw me back onto the streets to die. Even my playboy Uncle Byron, the only person who ever showed me mercy, was driven to suicide by them.
I didn't understand why my own flesh and blood hated me so much, or why a vicious liar deserved everything while I was treated like a jinx.
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the exact day I first returned to the estate.
As my father raised his hand to hit me, I didn't cower.
Instead, I looked at the family patriarch and pointed directly at my notorious, alcoholic uncle.
"I want him to be my new guardian."