Agony In Pink Novels & Stories

The weather is -4 degrees Fahrenheit in Snow Park. The menstrual cramps are too much for me to handle, so I can only crouch beside the snow paths in order to rest. The new beautiful ski instructor, Sandy Hatfield, who Owen Schultz has hired, skid to a stop all of a sudden. The flurry of ice and snow gets splashed onto my face as a result. "Oh my, the snow quality here really is amazing! Unlike a certain someone, whose health is weaker than that of an average child…" Sandy takes off her snow goggles before flipping the bird at me tauntingly. "A dainty maiden like you should just go home and enjoy the heater. Don't take up precious space on the snow paths!" Unable to take it anymore, I grab my ski pole and try to strike Sandy with it. The next thing I know, Owen comes skidding in my direction on his snowboard and quickly shields Sandy from me. In doing so, he knocks me to the icy ground. He frowns at me, his voice colder than the icy winds. "Sandy is a professional athlete. What she did is a professional ski move. Can you stop being unreasonable?" As I slump on the ground, I find myself staring at a pink turtle cushion hanging from Sandy's hip. That was a cushion I’d sewn for Owen over three sleepless nights before this trip, with a safety charm hidden inside.. Back then, Owen thinks this charm is childish-looking and embarrassing, so he has tossed it into the boot without looking at it. Sandy follows my line of sight and feels the turtle cushion near her hip. Then, she brushes the snow off the charm with a scowl on her face. "Owen told me that this is a piece of garbage that's taking up space at home. So, it serves as my cushion now. I don't think even old ladies are prone to making such lame crafts nowadays, right Brooke?"

For ten years, I have stayed by Maren Hale's side without her formally acknowledging me as her boyfriend. Thus, I become the oldest kept man in Harborfield. After I turn 30, I have asked her to marry me more than 30 times. Each time, she smiles and kisses me. "Reid, I'll marry you when I'm ready," she says. When I'm 31, a car accident nearly kills me. Still shaken, I propose to Maren. She tells me to wait a little longer. By the time I'm 33, a doctor warns me that my kidney function is declining. I wave the diagnosis report in front of her and press for marriage. Yet, she still tells me to wait. While I wait for her, the sun rises and sets over Mount Carlisle more than 3,600 times. Finally, I think she is ready. Holding back tears, I promise my seriously ill father that he will live to see me get married. What I don't know is that Maren is not opposed to marriage. It's just that the ten years she spends fooling around with me are nothing more than an act of rebellion against her mother, who has driven away her former fiancé. Before the banquet, I see the ring I give Maren inside her handbag. I think she is finally going to accept my proposal. Nervous and hopeful, I wait the entire evening. But just moments ago, during a game of dare, she casually tosses the ring to a male model she has just met. "The kid is turning 20. A pink diamond suits him perfectly. Next time, I'll have an emerald one made for us." The entire room bursts into laughter. I laugh along with them. "Don't bother," I said. "Someone else already has a rock waiting for me, and I said yes."

"Actually, I've got a much better idea." He smiled, revealing dangerous set of fangs. His eyes were already dark, and his voice had a much deadly tone. This was not the time nor the place, but I couldn't help the attraction I felt towards him in that moment. He looked so dangerous, and that was in contrast to the awkward, cringe and boring Alpha I'd always known. His hands came down to grab my waist roughly. My face was pressed up against his chest, and I could hear his steady heartbeat. My arm fell limp at my side when he suddenly brought his mouth to a sensitive spot on my neck. Something kept shouting at me to run, run as fast as I can away from this Alpha. I was never one to run away from danger, not when it's this enticing. So I indulged myself. " Alpha! What are you doing?" I heard Mark ask in a panicked voice. Aaaw! Was Big Markie scared for me?? "What the fuck are you doing?" He shouted this time. "What I should have done a long time ago." Benard replied in a gruff voice. It sent pleasurable shivers down my spine. "No." I heard Cara growl in protest, but she was no match for the Alpha. I was left in shock and agony as an excruciating sensation ran down my neck. My whole body was on fire, and hot tears ran down my tightly shut eyes. He marked me. He fucking marked me! oh shit! I'm definitely going to die of rabies. ****************************************** What happens when a huntress finds herself in a pack of hateful wolves? What more when she finds out that the Alpha thinks they're meant to be? Will she automatically submit to him? Will she make a run for it?

# Lost in Madness In the gilded halls of high society, where bloodlines matter more than hearts, Dabe has always lived in the shadow of her wealthy cousin Sally. Raised together like sisters, their bond seems unbreakable—until love tears it apart. Sally Williams-Hartwell has been groomed since childhood for one purpose: to marry Andrew Williams and strengthen the alliance between two powerful families. She's loved him from afar for years, dreaming of their destined union. But fate has other plans. When Andrew meets Dabe in high school, their connection is instant and electric. What begins as stolen glances becomes a passionate secret affair that spans years. Dabe knows she's betraying everything—her family's trust, her cousin's dreams, and the rigid social order that governs their world. Yet she cannot resist the pull of a love that feels more real than anything she's ever known. As graduation approaches and family pressure mounts, Andrew faces an impossible choice. Bound by duty and family honor, he must marry Sally despite his heart belonging entirely to Dabe. On Sally's wedding day, Dabe stands as maid of honor, watching the man she loves pledge himself to her dearest friend. The ceremony is perfect, the families satisfied, the alliance secured. But as Andrew slips the ring onto Sally's finger, something fractures inside Dabe's carefully constructed world. In the aftermath of the wedding, as Sally begins her new life as Mrs. Williams,.The weight of her secret, the agony of watching Andrew with Sally, and the guilt of her deception begin to consume Dabe. In a society where duty trumps desire and appearances matter more than truth, how far will she go to claim what she believes is rightfully hers?

For ten years, Alpha Ryker was my mate. And for ten years, he slept with other she-wolves. Every time he touched another woman, the mate bond burned through me like a brand. Still, I played the part of the dutiful Luna. I stood by his side. His excuse? The pack needed a strong heir. A past injury had broken my wolf, leaving me barren. He claimed any pup I conceived would be too weak to survive. But when he brought home his 100th conquest, a she-wolf named Lorelei, I finally broke. I saw the love in his eyes for her. I felt his wolf stir. It was different. He hurt me, abandoned me for her, again and again. He even destroyed my ten-year-old moonflower garden because of her. I couldn't take the nightly agony anymore. I asked him to sever our bond. The first time I asked for a rejection ceremony, he panicked. He begged me with red-rimmed eyes not to leave. I tearfully agreed, still clinging to him. But then he left my side to comfort Lorelei after she had a nightmare. I asked ten, twenty, thirty more times. He grew numb. By the fiftieth time, he just sneered. "Enough, Carys. You're a she-wolf with a dormant inner wolf. Being my Luna is the best you'll ever get. You can't leave me." But he didn't know. He had already signed our rejection papers. In three days, our mate bond would be gone for good. And my phone held an ultrasound of twin pups, along with another message. "The full moon is in three days. We'll have our mating ceremony then."

How will you feel when you end up with the same person you were trying to find an escape from? How will you feel when you end up in a one-night stand with your Ex-husband? Her eyes fluttered as she felt the morning cool breeze brushing against her bare body, which was semi-covered with a quilt. Although her eyes felt heavy to even blink, her other senses were high alert. She could hear the bird chirping outside the windows, she could smell a familiar masculine cologne, her body covered with goosebumps with the presence of someone familiar, and her heart beats rapidly on its own accord. That's when her brain registered her surroundings and could recollect her last passionate night with someone who would be her soon-to-be ex-husband. How? When? Why? She mentally slapped herself, but then she couldn't hide the contentment. She felt as if she was complete now. She couldn't stop but feel happy again. Why? Why does she feel like falling in love again? "I see you are still the w***e you were back then," his words broke her little dream she just thought of. "A desperate woman like you, who can with her ex-husband, can no wonder w***e around any men." He said with no remorse. "I did the right thing by divorcing you. How much do you charge for a night?" he smirked, looking at her teary face. "Here! Take extra 200 bucks for the sake of our old times." She vowed never to cry in front of her husband, but what he said just now shattered her soul beyond repair. Her quivering body and hollow eyes didn't hide the agony she felt at that very moment. "Sorry for loving you."

Dark Mafia Scene “Who laid a hand on you? Dallion's voice was low, cold, and dangerous. His dark gaze bore into her, daring her to stay silent. When she didn’t respond, the tension snapped like a whip, his voice booming through the room, “Who?” The butler, standing rigid against the wall, swallowed hard before stammering out the words, “It... it was Mr. Rivers, sir.” The atmosphere turned deadly as Dallion's jaw clenched, fury igniting in his eyes. “Bring him to me.” The butler’s eyes widened in fear. “N-now, sir? It’s... it’s late.” Dallion's hand, once braced against the wall near her head, slowly curled into a fist. His eyes never left her face, his possessiveness was palpable. Without looking at the butler, his voice dropped to a lethal calm, “Do you need a better time? Or shall I break your legs to teach you urgency?” The butler didn’t need any more encouragement. He fled the room, returning twenty minutes later with a trembling Mr. Rivers. “Dallion, my friend, what’s all this about?” Rivers began, his voice casual as if nothing was amiss. But Dallion wasn't’t here for pleasantries. His eyes slid to the knife stabbed into the apple on the table, and in one fluid motion, he yanked it free, the blade glinting in the dim light. Without a word, Dallion grabbed Rivers outstretched hand, slamming it onto the table. The sharp scream that followed echoed in the room as Dallion, with one swift movement, sliced through the man’s fingers. Blood splattered across the polished wood as Rivers screamed in agony, clutching his mutilated hand. “No one touches what belongs to me,” Dallion's voice was eerily calm, his expression devoid of any sympathy.

His eyes were red . The girl in front of him was looking all innocent but she was behind all his miseries . He badly wanted to throw her out of the house . If it wasn't for her parents he would have throw her out of the house . He controlled his inner beast . ' Listen you gold digger I am giving you a day . A single day, pack your cloths and get the hell out of my house . ' The girl in front of him shivered like a leaf in storm . He came dangerously close to her . She felt his breath and so did he . ' Or else I will show you what happens to gold digger like you . I am not interested in you . But I will make your life hell .And I am man of my words . ' His eyes were precising her soul . ************************** ' No no please I beg you don't this to me . Please you can hit me, beat me but don't touch me . Please . ' She cried in agony . She can't take it anymore . She is tired of this life . She felt pathetic of her helplessness. ' Shhh!!! Dove I am with you . I am so sorry . For me you are in this condition . I am so sorry . ' He couldn't control his tears anymore . He actually made her life hell . *************************** *Will you ever be able to forgive the person who made your life hell ?* *Will you ever be able to spend your life whom you hate ?* *Will you ever be able to amend your destiny?* Join the journey of Advika and Siddharth to find how they find love in pain and sorrow, in repentance and grief, in hate and lie. Remember not every love is selfless. This is the story of beast's selfish love for his beauty.

So it appeared that she was to start paying her way on her back with this absolutely massive, broad-shouldered, tattooed, aptly-named wild warrior. Gideon was a large man, but this modern viking put him to serious physical shame; if Gideon’s dick had split her in half in agony, Iris could only imagine what this monster’s cock would do to her. She just hoped that he left her able to walk… and able to fuck the rest of the boys downstairs, because of course they’d be close behind. She knew there would be blood soaking and staining her thighs before things were done, long before they decided that they’d used her up. Stopping her jumbled thoughts, Iris slowly lowered herself to her knees. **** Liam “Viking” Callahan thought the job was done. Evidence buried. Debt paid to The Road Devils MC. Then he drives out of the Utah mountains with a secret in the back of his van: a terrified woman running for her life. Iris has spent six months planning her escape from Gideon and the Garden of Divine Light. She’s barefoot, freezing, and desperate enough to gamble on a stranger who looks dangerous... but still safer than the hell she left behind. So she hides. And prays. When the Road Devils discover Iris, the truth unravels: a cult, a tyrant, and a woman who fled into a winter night wearing nothing but a nightgown and borrowed boots. She’s broken, but not defeated. Iris wants her life back... her body, her choices, her fearlessness. The only man she feels safe with is the towering, gentle Viking. As trust turns into desire, neither of them sees the danger closing in. Gideon wants his “property” returned... and he won’t stop until he gets it.

On Halloween, I was secretly reunited with my long-lost mafia parents. They offered to take me home, but because I couldn't bear to leave the three brothers in my foster family, I refused to go with my parents. Getting back home, I changed into the white dress and bracelet given to me by my brothers as gifts. However, this triggered the jealousy and crying tantrums of their biological sister, Tiana. To avoid putting my brothers in a difficult position, I agreed to take off the dress and bracelet. Despite that, she wasn't satisfied. To appease their biological sister that they had been separated from for years, my three brothers forcefully locked me inside a transparent decorative coffin, despite knowing that I suffered from severe claustrophobia. Suffocating, I frantically banged on the coffin's glass, begging them for help. Tiana stood on the side, smirking at me maliciously. "Sarah, aren't you a professional actress? Why is your acting so exaggerated and fake? You're just locked inside, not being strangled, so why are you gasping?" My brothers knit their brows in annoyance. "It's just a little prank. How can you not even last ten minutes? Can't you just tolerate it for a bit?" "I checked it myself. The coffin has air vents and we're standing right here watching you the whole time! You won't be in any danger, and it's impossible for you to suffocate!" "If you didn't want to make Tiana happy, you could have just said you aren't willing! There's no need to fake being miserable and pitiful just to get our attention and sympathy!" But I wasn't faking. The phobia triggered a severe stress response and it brought on an asthma attack, cutting off my airway. Through the glass, I looked at them in sheer agony and despair. I was really going to die...