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When Andrew Bergman's 99th mistress seeks me out, I'm in the middle of a manicure session.
She tosses me an ultrasound report. "You must be Andrew's wife, right? I'm pregnant with his baby, so you'd better divorce him soon."
I merely shoot her a glance before pulling out a stack of evidence recording her feats of sleeping around with other men and throwing them in her face.
The woman's attitude went through a 180-degree change. She ripped up the report instantly.
"I'll cut off all ties with Andrew right away!"
I admire my freshly done nails, which are painted sanguine red—just like blood. I did spend eight hours on them, after all.
One minute later, I tell the nail tech, "You can get rid of them now."
After all, I have a "ferocious battle" in bed tonight. It'll be difficult for me to put my skills to good use if I still have my fake nails on.
Ever since I got married to Andrew, I've been either dealing with his mistresses or on my way to dealing with them. I've long since become the biggest laughingstock in the upper crust.
Whenever the other socialites see me, they tend to make fun of me by asking me for tips and tricks to discover if their spouses have cheated on them.
Honestly speaking, I don't care about Andrew's flings with other women. What I care about is the fact that those women will fight with me for his wealth.
Besides, whenever I discover a new mistress, Andrew agrees to fulfill one wish for me unconditionally.
This time, I wish to have a child with him. 
During the summer of the year Stephen Clayton turned 18, Natasha Smith, his crush, called him and asked him to confess to her. He arrived at the agreed meeting spot with a bouquet of roses, only to realize he'd been pranked as part of a game of truth or dare.Stephen felt like his youth died on that day. Then, in the winter of the year he was 36, he died in an accident. As the life trickled out of him, he thought about the seven years he'd wasted on Natasha, feeling indignant.Then, he was reborn and returned to the summer he turned 18.In this life, Stephen no longer wants to be a bootlicker. He finds himself again and meets Bailey Young, a woman who deserves all the love in the world.They're getting closer to falling for each other when Natasha comes running."Why are you ignoring me, Stephen? Can we go back to how things used to be? I was wrong, Stephen. I do have feelings for you…"Stephen tucks his hands into his pockets. "You treated me like trash when I pursued you. Why are you crying now that I've stopped?"Bailey says, "Even the breeze is warm and comfy when you're around, Stephen!" 
Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.(Nora Moore and Ethan Allen). "Say you're a slut." He said, watching her finger herself, absentmindedly stroking his dick."I," she gasped,closing her eyes, but being thrilled at saying the words,"I am a slut.. oh, please fuck me."He turned her around, forcing her up onto her hands and knees. She felt him run his hands down her back, up her spread ass, and finally pull on her hips as he positioned himself behind her. She moaned and turned herself up for him, pushing her open cunt back onto him.He leaned forward and grabbed her braids, pulling her head back as he rammed his dick inside her hard. She cried out and tightened around his dick,"Oh god, yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard and dirty." She moaned out. "I'm a fucking slut. Hurt my pussy." 
After an accident, her life becomes entangled with the most revered man in Duskhaven. She's forced to leave after giving birth.Three years later, she runs into the man again. She does her best to avoid, hide, and stay away from him!To her dismay, he comes knocking on her door with their adorable child in tow. "You've already had my child, woman. Do you still want to flee?"Cynthia Lynch is rendered speechless.…He's Zachary Beaver, the king of an empire and someone feared by everyone. She thinks there's no chance of them ending up together, but he makes space for her in his heart and dotes on her to no end. He loves and protects her like she's a precious treasure!Then, he uses an alluring tone on her. "Do you want to consider having a second child, Mrs. Beaver?" 
I'm a complete coward. The moment someone bullies me, I start thinking about dying. However, I'm too scared to die alone, so I always want to take the person who hurt me with me.On my first day at the orphanage, a little girl corners me. After slapping me more than ten times, she says, "From now on, I'll hit you every time I see you."I drop to my knees, begging her to stop and telling her that if she keeps hitting me, I'd want to die.She doesn't believe me and kicks me twice more.That night, I steal a bottle of insecticide from the janitor's closet. I spray half of it into her mouth and drink the other half myself. We both end up in the hospital.Later, my biological parents found me. The day we reunite, they brought along a little girl in a frilly princess dress. They say she's their adopted daughter and that she's my sister.When she hugs me, she leans in and whispers, her voice sharp as glass, "You're so filthy and disgusting. How dare you show up here? Give it up. Even if you go home, you'll never measure up to me. "Mom and Dad only have one daughter, and it's me. So, you'd better do as I say. Because if I tell them to, they'll send you right back to that orphanage for life." 
She could feel the pain slowly overcoming her soul. The agony, the grief, taking over all that she once thought was alive in her. She felt so empty that she was sure her whole body will echo if someone was to shake her. But she stood, rigid as though a hundred years old tree, clinging onto the only thing that made her alive; her eyeglasses.
Through those glasses, she had seen things she had wished she could erase. She had hated the things she once loved, places she once cherished and the man she grew up to love.
It didn’t matter who he was to her, his role in her life or even the title he possessed. She was going to take revenge, she was going to make him regret, she was going to make her father cry right before her eyes!
But what if he chose to add more pain to her aching wounds? The day he declared her married to a gateman, the strings left attaching her with him were forcefully cut off. And she was certain even if it would take her till eternity, so long as she stayed married to the gateman, her father would never know what happiness felt like! 
“You seem to have forgotten that you’re not marrying a commoner, Alina. You’re marrying the prince of all vampires, so look alive and get me some coffee.”Alina Deluca lives a normal life up in the Californian north. At least that’s what she makes the world believe. Locked within her hypnotizing emerald eyes are horrors she could never speak of, even if it killed her.Erick Stayton, the vampire prince, is her nightmare. To her, he was no more than a cold, savage predator that lusted for her blood and took away everything she had during that one traumatizing night four years ago. Problem is, she is bound to be his bride.Mustering every strength to set things right in her awry life, she gets embroiled in an ages-old feud and a struggle for power of mind-boggling proportions. Strangely enough, she finds herself connecting with Erick in ways she never knew she could. Suddenly, everything is not what it seems.Is Erick the heartless monster Alina makes him out to be? Will a vampire law made eons ago be the undoing of the whole vampire race? Will heated passion bloom in these bloodiest of times? 
Cicely had loved Field from the bottom of her heart for 12 years and always wanted to be the one he loved.However, instead of his love, she received the news of melanoma metastasis.Until she died, she finally understood that he did not love her."Field, stay with me for three months. I'll give you what you want in three months.""No way! In that case, let's get a divorce!""In your dreams!"Three months later, when he met her again, she was on the verge of death."Cicely, I misunderstood you. Can I use the rest of my life to atone for my sins?""It's too late, Field. In this life, you're no longer qualified to love me."A few years later.When she saw him again, he pressed her against the corridor and kissed her forcefully."Mr. Keith, that's enough. I gave my heart to you back then, but you didn't want it. Now you're shameless enough to pursue me?""As long as we can remarry, what does face matter?" Field asked. 
After five years in love and three years of marriage, Noelle Spencer believes she and Conner Ashford will grow old together. Even after receiving news of his tragic plane crash, she clings to the vow that not even death can do them part—they will stay together, in life or death.That is, until she learns the truth that Conner isn't dead—he's simply become another woman's husband.After resolutely severing her love and all ties for Conner, she ends this ridiculous farce and agrees to the marriage arranged by her family. When Sebastian Cole—Norland's most unattainable golden bachelor—takes a divorcee as his wife, the elites erupt in scandalized whispers. Even Noelle believes he must have some underlying malady to have hastily settled for her. But since the Coles had granted her her desires, she at least owed it to Sebastian to keep up appearances.Ever so thoughtful, she suggests, "If you're impotent, we could adopt. I'll hide away for a while, and we'll tell everyone the baby's ours."Sebastian's grip tightens around her waist as he whispers, "If you want a child, simply say so, Mrs. Cole. Must you go around in polite detours just to ask?"In Sebastian's circle, friends whisper behind his back and wonder why a man with his money and pedigree chooses to play the lovesick fool.But Sebastian responds with an unbothered smirk, "What's so bad about being a fool? I did end up getting everything I wanted."They mock him for wearing the title like a proud badge, but they'll never understand his quiet agony of having loved from afar and how hard it was to have won Noelle over. 
My wife's first love, Jeremy Gates, gets into a car crash with me because he's been drunk-driving.
His kidneys are injured in the crash, while I slip into a coma due to my grievous injuries.
But my wife, Nellie Shaw, who also happens to be the primary doctor, secretly harvests one of my kidneys when she's performing a surgery on me. That way, she'll be able to transplant it into Jeremy's body.
Nellie still has the gall to get mad at me even though I'm still unconscious.
"This is what you get for hurting Jeremy out of jealousy! Well, this is your punishment! Let's see if you have the guts to do that again next time!"
Since Nellie only cares about Jeremy, she completely neglects my injuries.
What she doesn't know is that my injuries are already bad, to begin with. Her malicious actions completely sever the chances of me waking up ever again. 
Maxreign Ezriel is a spoiled brat and a girl who knows what she wants. Everything she dreams to have; she will get in within a day. But she's going insane that she can't do the same thing towards Bullet Knights, she really likes him, so much! Is there something wrong about her? She's cute, adorable, pretty, and has a good body, yet he doesn't really care about her.She did everything to catch his attention when she met him in person. She did everything; first move, physical touch, calling him with endearments, and everything that might make him look at her even for a minute. But nothing worked, he's still cold.Right when she was about to think that she's going beyond limitations, Bullet suddenly turned the tables. In one snap, he's suddenly the person who's going insane and craving for her attention. 
I’m Vicky Eaton, a bondless Kindred. Meaning, I don’t have a Blood Bond mate--the only human you can drink from according to the Kindred law. I’ve done my best to stick to the rule, until I realized that my new boss just smells too darn delicious for me to resist and fits every criteria to be my mate. However, I have made a vow long ago to stay bondless for eternity.**As he spoke, he licked my ear. My heart began to race again. The aroma of his Blood Perfume mixed with his natural body fragrance, stimulated my every nerve. He kissed my neck. I groaned against his touch as he removed my clothing for the third time in under 12 hours."Whatever you do…” I said breathlessly, “Don’t stop.” My words hit him hard and his moves intensified. Suddenly, he broke apart and turned his neck to me, revealing his glorious skin. I froze. Should I stay true to my past, or do I take a leap of faith and fall into the world of the Blood Bond? 
I stand before the pack members, condemned by whispers and stares that cut deeper than any blade. Branded a killer, but I am no murderer. Yet, their accusations cling to me like a shroud, suffocating every shred of hope within me.“I’ll never reject you, Ivanna, but I’ll make your life hell.” His words echo throughout the hall. A cruel reminder of the torment that awaits me. “I’ll forever punish you for what you did to me and the pack.” My mate’s voice, once a source of strength, now drips with venomous hatred. “You’ll remain as my mate, and I’ll remain your nightmare.”“I didn’t kill her!” I protest, but he sees only a liar, a traitor to the pack. His fist hits my cheek, a brutal punishment for crimes I did not commit.“Liar!” He barks. “You killed her. And I’ll do the same to you. Slowly. Painfully. Until you’re choking on your last breath and desperately ready to tell the truth, that you killed her.”—----------------------------------------------------When the Luna mysteriously dies before my eyes, everyone tags me as her killer. I go through hell and back. My life becomes an endless circle of misery. But I won’t break. I won’t give in to my abusers, no matter how brutally they try to break my soul. I’m determined to fight till the end. Until I’ve proven to them that I’m not the Luna’s Killer. 
It wasn't an ideal fishing weather and they had strayed past their village boundaries. But would Margaret listen?
Lydia tried convincing her second oldest sister that they could get in trouble for one, leaving the house without permission. Two, for coming to a forest's river to fish.
The river was out of bound for fishing. But of course, Margaret won't listen, she would rather begin yelling on how she always opposes her and is disrespectful to her and only respectful to Evelyn, their older sister.
Lydia turned to Evelyn, she was just quiet, not even trying to convince Margaret to forfeit the fishing.
'Fine, I'm leaving. If you two want, do as you like!" Lydia stomped off expecting her sisters to follow her.
Evelyn did and soon after Margaret. Of course, not without grumbling 'She always opposes me".
Lydia wanted to bring up a to brighten the mood but Margaret counted it.
'Stop wait" she stretched her both hands to stop her sisters. Margaret wanted to protest till her ears caught some growling sounds.
'Killer wolves!" Margaret suddenly shouted and began running, the others followed.
The very hungry wolf pack, which were just passing by, heard Margaret's screams and began chasing the trail.
Margaret kept on screaming, it seemed to add strength to her legs. Lydia wanted to turn to see how far back the wolves were but her body only wanted to run. 
On the eve of my wedding, I was drugged without warning and assaulted by a group of Rogues, which tarnishing my reputation. Beta Lewis, who was about to become my partner, not only showed no compassion but abandoned me to marry another. In my despair, I chose to end it all by suicide, only to be saved by Alpha Howar. He tenderly confessed his deep feelings for me and promised to stay with me forever. But this illusion of happiness came to an abrupt end when I discovered I was pregnant. Alpha Howar suspected that I was carrying a bastard child and forced me to undergo an abortion. “Throwing her into the Rogue pack to ruin her reputation was merely to allow Cheryl to marry her fiancé as she desired. Saving her life afterward and striving to make amends was already an act of great kindness on my part. However, I am not so merciful as to raise the child of a lowly Rogue.” " At that moment, I realized that the one who saved me had become the perpetrator of my tragic fate. I cried until I was nearly unconscious. But I would not seek death again. Without a child, I was free of burdens. Everything Alpha Howar had imposed on me, I would repay him tenfold, a hundredfold! 
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