A Day Of Bowser Jr

Anya loves weddings. Everything about it is just so...magical. When her brother Ansel decided to get engaged to the love of his life, she knew his wedding day would be perfect. And when the day came, no one was more overjoyed than Anya. There was only one obstacle that could ruin the seemingly perfect day. Connor Williams, an arrogant nightmare who may be after the bride and Anya needs to stop him no matter what! *This is a spinoff of My Boss is Clueless, but can be read as a standalone.*

How long have I waited for this day to come? How long have I dreamed of this? The day I meet her, I'm going to make her mine, cage her up if that what it takes to keep her with me.Max (my wolf ) was jumping with joy as he had finally found his mate. He wanted her to fondle him like there's no tomorrow. We were jumping with happiness, but something triggered us.Someone was taking her away from me. He was dragging her.......

A day before Ethan starts his college life , his dark secret of lust for his adopted brother, Asher, is exposed to the last person he wanted to find out; Asher himself. Expecting to be cursed and hated for dirty lust, Ethan is shocked and confused at Asher's conflicting response and, seeing him publicly kissing his girlfriend a day after their little entanglement. Things became even more complicated when his secret wasn't his to keep anymore in this new campus.

The day I go into labor, my husband's student, Yasmin Holden, storms off in a rage. She climbs the mountains alone while heavily pregnant. For the next three days and nights, my husband disappears to look for her. Meanwhile, I suffer a difficult labor and hemorrhage badly. I'm rushed into the ICU. When I finally wake up, the doctor hands my husband a critical condition notice. He hands me divorce papers. "Yasmin is my most promising student. I can't let her do anything foolish. You're about to be a mother, so you need to be strong!" In my last life, I refused to sign. As soon as I left the maternity ward, I reported their affair to the university. Yasmin lost her graduate school recommendation and was torn apart by public scandal. In front of me, she slit her own throat. By the time my husband arrived, Yasmin was already gone—along with the baby. He quietly handled her funeral and said nothing. Then, he returned to me as if nothing had happened. I thought that meant I was finally going to have a happy ending. But one day, he drove our car off a cliff with me and our daughter inside. That day was Yasmin's death anniversary. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day I give birth.

When Conan, a broken teen, develops feelings for his bestfriend, the crush blossoms into love, and everything appears to be going perfectly. Though the doubts are there, it can't get any better. He's debating whether or not to confess day by day, but something, or rather someone, shatters his ideal, fairy-tale life at the worst possible time. All of his happy memories begin to go away, and his world begins to darken. Will he crumble under the pressures of his life? He only has one thought: he wishes he was Heather.

On the day I was kidnapped, my husband was looking after his sick sweetheart. I called him, asking him for help. Yet, he merely replied coldly, "Danica, you are a bad liar." After that, he heartlessly hung up the phone call on me, causing me to get brutally murdered by the kidnappers. I failed to show up as scheduled on the day we agreed to finalize our divorce. He called me in exasperation, only for the phone call to be answered by the police. "Mr. Ferguson, are you a family member of the deceased Danica Reed?"

Indebted since twenty-year-old, Eden struggles between taking care of his wife and child and studying at university. The loan sharks follow him every day and everywhere, putting his family in danger. One day, the CEO of a big company offers him a job as his son's bodyguard. Harvey is careless, has no responsibility and cherishes his social life. But what would happen once he meets his handsome bodyguard? And worse, how could he seduce him when he has a wife and a five-year-old son?

That was the day I ran away, I was giving birth outside the house in the snow, listening to my mate Alpha and his woman having sex inside. My life was so desperate！ Yes, this is my story! My parents died many years ago, I was an orphan and omega, and I lived the life the other members of the pack wanted the least, I was slapped in the face and bitten every day, I had no wolf and almost no friends, they all treated me like trash. But on the night of my 18th birthday, my wolf and my Mate showed up at the same time. I thought my life would be better for it. But they both only existed for one night, and the next day they both disappeared. My wolf was lost and my Alpha mate didn't even remember me. I was just his medicine, his slave. I was pregnant and my mate didn't even know...

🏆[No.1 "Hard to Put Down" of "The Legendary Urban Man" Contest]🏆 A wife who thinks with her vagina and thinks the worst of her husband, a mother-in-law who twists words for her own benefit, a father-in-law who’s a multi-millionaire but is stingier than a beggar, and many more in-laws who can spew empty words much better than any popular politician out there. And there’s rarely anything they all ever agree on, except when it comes to mocking their one and only son-in-law to the point they put the workers in their villa above him. They take out all their frustrations on him and humiliate him to the bone and beyond at every possible opportunity. However, like the inevitable judgment day, the day their reality turns upside down inches closer, the same day when the wife’s ego gets eaten and the in-laws' faces turn ashen as a newborn calf’s first poop, and that’s just the start of a savvy show.

When I was seven years old, a handsome man Mom brought home gave me a box of mangoes. That day, Dad watched me happily eating the mangoes as he signed his name on the divorce agreement. Then, he jumped to his death. From that day on, mangoes became a lifelong nightmare for me. So, on our wedding day, I told my wife, Irene Johnson, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." She held me without saying a word. From that moment on, mangoes became forbidden for her as well. … On the fifth Christmas Eve after we got married, Irene's childhood sweetheart, Steven Carter, placed a mango on her desk. That same day, she announced that she was cutting ties with him and fired him from the company. That day, I felt that she was the woman destined for me. ... Six months later, I return from overseas after closing a billion-dollar deal. At the celebration dinner, Irene hands me a drink. After I drink half of it, Steven, the man who was kicked out of the company, stands behind me and grins. "Is the mango juice good?" he asks. I look at Irene in disbelief, but she is holding back a laugh. "Don't be mad. Steve insisted I play a joke on you. I didn't give you a mango, just a bottle of its juice. "But I think Steve is right. There's something wrong with you for not eating mangoes. Look at how much you enjoyed it just now!" she says. I keep a cold expression, raise my hand, and splash the remaining mango juice onto her face. Then, I turn and walk away. Some things are never a joke. Mangoes aren't, and neither is my decision to divorce.