Angels Cried

Three days after my boyfriend’s adopted sister died a tragic death, I clutched a so-called "hush money" check in my hand and became an accomplice in everyone’s eyes. My boyfriend once knelt in the pouring rain to beg me, and his sister’s five-year-old daughter cried and begged me to testify, but I refused them both. Ten years later, when I was dying of cancer, my boyfriend had become a billionaire. The first thing he did upon returning to the country was to forcibly extract my memories, even though I would suffer endless pain. "Elara, you vain, heartless monster! Lily and I must have been blind to ever treat you like family!" "Lily has been dead for ten years, and you’ve been walking free with that dirty money the whole time!" "Today, I’m going to find out exactly who paid you off—the person you protected just for money!" My boyfriend held a press conference to publicly crucify me for my crimes. But after seeing the whole truth, he went completely insane.

It was finally here; the one day of the year that always filled me with excitement and anticipation: our third wedding anniversary with my beloved husband, Alpha Andrew Wright. The sharp, insistent beeping of my phone sliced through the quiet room, halting me in my tracks to find my husband. On the screen was a picture that struck me like a brutal kick. It was Andrew, lying naked and clinging to another woman whose face was blurred. My eyes widened as I stared at the screen, this was not what I wanted on my marriage anniversary. -------------------- Alicia has known her Alpha husband Andrew for years and they got married three years ago. She has tried hard to win her husband’s heart. But her husband cheated on his stepsister and dropped a bomb on their marriage. Cried and heartbroken, Alicia left her pack with her daughter and went to a new pack. She found a new secretary job here, and unexpectedly her new sexual Alpha boss Brian was her second chance mate. And soon Brian told her that they were going on a business trip to her ex-husband’s pack. The ex wanted her back but Alicia would never allow that.

“How could you do this to me, I'm your wife,” Sylvie cried out. “You were never my wife, just a means to an end,” Logan said to Sylvie without so much as a glance at her as he smoothed his lover before her face. Those words felt like cold air as Sylvie watched Logan. Sylvie Rhodes, a stunning and brilliant surgeon, is forced into a scorching hot but loveless marriage with highschool crush Logan Benson, a ruthless and arrogant billionaire in order to save her surgical residency and family’s hospital. Saving her family’s hospital wasn’t the only thing Sylvie was made to do. She was assigned to treat a patient, who unknown to her is her husband, Logan’s girlfriend. What happens when Sylvie finds out about her family and Logan’s betrayal then disappears? Will she return a changed woman ready to let the world know she is in control or will she allow herself to be trampled on? Will Logan realise he is in love with Sylvie and fight for her love. With betrayal, hidden secrets, steamy encounters, love and revenge, will Logan reclaim Sylvie's love again?

My sister-in-law, Sabine Vire, deliberately swapped my prenatal medication with abortion pills. As a result, my eight-month-old baby was gone. As I cried until I nearly collapsed from grief, my husband, Cassian Thorne, held me tightly and murmured, "Don’t worry. You’ll have another child." Three months later, I became pregnant again—this time with triplets. Overwhelmed with joy, I was just about to share the wonderful news with Cassian when I overheard a conversation between him and his friends. "All five of you didn’t use protection, right? I want to see how many brats her belly can carry. The wager is $50 million." "I bet three." "I bet one." Cassian burst into laughter. "If we’re betting, then we’re going big. I bet six. Who told her to slap my precious Sabine? If she can pop out a few brats to make Sabine happy, that’s her blessing." Sabine, the very woman who had fed me the abortion pills, was Cassian's beloved.

“Don’t come close, please,” she cried, shaking even more. Her hands went to her ears and covered them. “You should have known better when you decided to mess with Vito Caputo,” Saying this, I bent over the cage, grabbed her like she weighed nothing and pulled her out and onto the floor. “Please…” My eyes settled on the red Laurex uniform clinging to her chest. “We should see what these clothes are hiding. Don't you agree with me?”  “Don’t…” “Don’t fucking them me what to do. You signed up for this the moment you agreed to mess with me.” “I'll fuck you till life leaves your body, little wolf.” “I'll assault your body, mind and soul until you speak up. I'll make you cum again and again till you cum your way into the afterlife.” “I'll spread your little legs apart until they hurt. I'll chain your hands over your head until they ache."

I am a miserable nurse. During the Halloween season, there was a three day break but I was not given any days off. Upset, I decided to join a game featuring a haunted hospital. There was an old man wrapped in IV tubes chasing after a player. I sprinted forward and shoved him into the chair. After effortlessly jabbing the IV line back in him, I told him off, "It’s just an IV drip, not an action movie. Sit. Down. Move again and I’ll strap you to the chair!" The old man did a double take before blinking in a flustered manner. "Sorry for causing you trouble, ma'am." At night, children ghosts began to run and laugh wildly in the corridor. I grabbed one in each hand and hauled them up. "If you’re not going to stay put in the ward, I’ll give you an injection!" Why did I still have to work in a game? I was so tired. The other players cried out, "Clem! That's a ghost. Are you not scared?" I sneered, "Sorry, but burnt-out workers hold more grudges than ghosts ever could."

Olivia’s POV The moment Armando left, the dam broke. I sobbed into the silence, my chest heaving with the weight of everything I’d pushed down for so long. I wanted to hold him tight. To kiss him and to tell him how much I loved him and how much I wanted his protection but I just couldn’t because I didn’t trust anyone else and because I never wanted anything to do with love after James. I hated myself for pushing him away. But more than that, I hated that I felt anything for him at all. I sat there, drowning in the storm of my own heart, knowing that love was a battlefield I might never cross again, and yet, for the first time, I wished I had the courage to try. Armando’s POV Back in my study, I poured myself a glass of whiskey, my hand trembling as I lit a cigarette. The tears came slowly at first, hot and unfamiliar against my skin. I hadn’t cried since I was ten years old. But tonight, I wept. For her. For me. For everything we could never be.

"Mom, Dad. I've changed my mind. I'm willing to go back to Bimern and marry Mr. Coleman, even if he's in a coma." I keep it a secret from Frederick Kirby, my boyfriend of seven years. I'm going ahead and arranging a wedding with someone else. Lennon Downey, Frederick and I grew up together. I had fallen in love with Frederick when I was a teenager, while Lennon was always like an older brother to me. We are close, and we've always been that way. That is, until the three of us went on a trip and got caught in a flash flood. Florence Cooper, the fake heiress, stole the credit for saving their lives and even lied that I left them behind to save myself. Since then, they've taken her side in everything. They've even hurt me for her. I cried, fought, and tried to explain over and over again. I thought that they would see her for who she really is one day. However, they never did. All I got in return was betrayal, again and again. I'm done. I just want to leave. I want to disappear from their lives and never, ever see them again.

I suffered from a skin condition. I scratched myself in the library, and millions of netizens spammed my private inbox. Only then did I find out that a girl accused me of harassing her. I took out my diagnostic report to defend my innocence, but the girl cried pitifully. “You really know how to make an excuse for yourself! How could someone innocent like me frame you?” Even my elder brother spoke up for her! “Why would she frame you of all people? Can’t you take a look at yourself?” I could not bear the cyberbullying, and I died from a sudden heart attack the day before the court hearing. My grandfather could not accept my death, and he collapsed into a coma. My parents cut off ties with my brother before they committed suicide at home. Meanwhile, the girl did not just successfully make her way into graduate school, but she also dug open my grave and used my ashes to make fireworks. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day when she had asked me to reserve a seat in the library.

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. "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."