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“Don't come closer. There is no way I will let you have me again” he pulls him even closer, ignoring every word Reece just spilled. As always his signature grin on his face. He was so close in a way Reece could feel his warm breath and the strong smell of alcohol on his breath. His grip tightened around his ass giving it a little squeeze. “Hmm,” a little moan escapes Reece’s throat. He quickly held his hands over his mouth preventing further provocation. He was hard again, the man before him realized a trump smile. Reece may fight and talk trash, but for some reason, he obeys the man's every touch and provocation. He was like a lap rat in the hands of his abuser. The hands around his waist gently loosened up, letting him free, but before he could register what was happening, his hands slid down into his jeans ``no.. not again!!!

I am Seranda Williams the uwanted, born from a lineage of slaves, embedded with the mark of Zeranda cursed god of the souls of the dead. A plague waiting to be eradicated. a plague waiting to be destroyed, a celebration at my death, festivity at the sight of my blood. I stare from the open bars of my home, a crumbling place known to others as a dungeon, but I have called this place home for the last 18 years, today is that day, the long-awaited day of my death. I feel nothing, I have been groomed as a sacrificial lamb. am neither the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. Nothing is there to be felt, I was neither provided information on why I must die, nothing could break me. No, they can't…can they? Neglected separated front all. Groomed as a sacrificial lamb, what was there to hope for? I am not the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. I have lived off scraps of food for the longest time, not like I saw meaning to why I was fed. I was going to be killed either way. I got myself ready, but there wasn't much to be done, I washed my hair with the little water left from the previous day, I have been isolated from humans since my birth. I did not get the chance to be a child like every other kid out there. I was barely given enough to last me for 18 years. The door abruptly opens and hefty men rush in with chains and shackles. “Tie the slave”

“I hope you're not fooled by my sweet looks Clair?” Emelia pushed her out her way, before closing the door, she stopped, turned, and stared at her from head to toe. “Don't be mistaken, I do want a man in the streets but a beast in bed” Poison to death by her husband and lover, Emelia Zorah is granted a second chance at life. She wants nothing but to stay as far away from him as possible, 5 years ago she had loved him but now was different. She despised even the air he breathed. Escaping the lights of marriage from her destined mate, she lands in his brother's arms, but what seems like a saving option in time turns out to be the blazing fire she dived from the firepan into.

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I return to the country after attending an international anesthesia academic conference. That's when I see the news of my boyfriend and twin sister getting married. I'm anxious to verify its authenticity, but my sister drugs me and induces me. "A substitute's child will only be an unwelcome bastard even if it's born. I'm just helping it move on to a better life." Then, she slices me open with a scalpel. She gouges my womb out, causing me to die from significant blood loss. Meanwhile, my boyfriend believes her lies. He's sure he's not the father of my child. He ignores my messages begging him to save me. Instead, he spreads the word about me eloping with someone else. He even wipes all traces of me from his life. "I will never see her again, forever and ever." Five years later, surveillance footage of my sister cruelly murdering me surfaces.

Daphne Spears doesn’t believe in the holiday magic, but when she catches her fiancé streaming a live sex tape with Scarlet, her step sister and wedding planner, all the bad luck in the world follows. Daphne only has a few weeks to return to her granny in Australia with her non-existent fiancé, and there’s unfortunately no going back on that. Stranded in the cold, she does the next best thing—Gets drunk, dances with a stranger, and ends up in her ex’s boss’s bed for the night. Shock follows when Daphne realizes that she has to spend time trapped with Reed Horace, her one night stand, and his sunshine four year old son, but the lines quickly blur for both of them. Soon though, a choice has to be made. Would it be true love? Or was this just a holiday romance after all? N.B For the maximum experience, kindly check out the ‘Trapped With His Boss’ Christmas playlist on Sp0tify. Happy Reading!

Alexander, who had just woken up from fainting, found himself in a wooden hut with a girl in a red robe. "W-who are you?" he asked. "I should be the one asking you. Who are you and why are you sleeping in the middle of the forest?" Alexander paused and remembered that he got separated from the Arabour Kingdom's party while they were out hunting. "My name is Aurora." Elena, Aurora's mother, who accidentally saw a pin bearing the phoenix, immediately became angry and threw Alexander out. Aurora, who couldn't bear to see Alexander, helped him to live temporarily at Cliott's house, a dwarf who lived alone in the middle of the forest. With tears streaming down her face, Elena made her way through the darkness of the night to the dark cave to meet the Mother Godders and tell her that the prophecy 25 years ago would soon come true.

Just because I post one picture with my younger brother, Lucas Gambino, his girlfriend Betty Gotti decides I'm the other woman. She rolls up to my place with her crew, live‑streaming the whole thing while they tear it apart. "Look at this puttana trying to steal my man!" Betty shouts to the camera. "She's got the face to flirt, but not the spine to admit it! Give me ideas, chat—I'll teach her some respect." Those psychos destroyed everything. My jewelry, my designer clothes, my bags… they didn't spare a thing. Not even the ring my parents left me. Then, with the viewers egging her on, Betty crossed the line. She had her girls strip me bare on stream. Her chat was going wild, donations pouring in—until my brother saw it. When Lucas kicked in the door to pull me out, I looked at him through eyes that burned. "Dump the girlfriend," I told him. "Or you can forget about ever being the Don."

"I live miserable from the thought I killed my parents! All my life I was insulted, mocked, accused, and dethroned! And then, I discovered it was all done by my half-brother and your father?! Embrace yourself! I will wipe out all your kind," I roared. "You can't do it," A playful smirked form on my lips. "C'mon, darling... I can," "I thought you love me?" she asked while tears streaming down her face. I stopped in my trance and gulped hard. An excruciating pain kicked in inside my chest. "Yes! It's all fucking true! But hatred is much stronger than this shit feeling I felt for you! Today, you are nothing to me but a whore!" I spat, trying to fool myself. She burst into tears and held her chest that was aching. "Choose, William... Me or revenge?" she asked with her hopeful eyes. Instead of answering it, I stood firm and looked into her eyes intently. "I, Alpha King William, rejected you Mira to be my mate. Get ready... This town will bathe in blood." I heartlessly said before turning my back and leaving her in tears.

My boyfriend's childhood sweetheart bound herself to a transfer system: everything she ate would be redirected straight into my stomach. She opened a streaming account and broadcast herself eating for twelve hours straight. She earned a fortune. Meanwhile, I collapsed with acute pancreatitis and was rushed to the hospital. When I explained the situation to my boyfriend, he only stared at me like I was insane. "How could something that absurd exist? If food could really be transferred, no one in the world would ever starve. You're just jealous that she's making money from streaming." After that, every time his childhood sweetheart went live, I ended up hospitalized again. I kept hovering between life and death. I sought medical help, but the doctors couldn't explain my condition. Some even wanted to commit me to a psychiatric ward. Then, one day, in order to outdo her rivals in a PK match, she devoured ten pounds of rice in a single sitting. At that very moment, my spleen and stomach ruptured, and I bled to death on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of her very first livestream. This time, I was prepared. I rushed out and bought twenty takeout meals. "This time," I said, "I'll eat first."