At My Worst Lirik

Hazel was ready for a proposal in Las Vegas, but got the shock of her life when her boyfriend confessed his love for her sister instead. Heartbroken, she ended up marrying a stranger. The next morning, his face was just a blur. Back at work, the plot thickened when she discovered the new CEO was none other than her mystery Vegas husband?! Now, Hazel's got to figure out how to navigate this unexpected twist in both her personal and professional life ...

Menikah dengan orang yang kamu cintai diam-diam memang membuatmu bahagia. Sayangnya meski kamu memang dinikahi lebih dulu tapi bukan berarti kamu adalah yang pertama dihatinya. Bahkan kamu tidak pernah ada disana. Dia hanya menganggapmu sebagai adiknya sendiri. Tidak lebih. Dan kamu harus menerima jika kamu akan membagi suamimu sendiri yang tetap menikahi kekasihnya bahkan setelah pernikahan kalian.Bahkan suamimu tidak pernah menganggapmu dan memperlakukanmu dengan baik.Pernikahan impian yang kamu inginkan hanya angan belaka. Lantas apakah kamu akan tetap menjalani pernikahan sepihak yang hanya membuatmu terluka atau pergi dari pernikahan itu dan mencari kebahagiaanmu sendiri?Hidup itu pilihan.

Angel Anneliese, sosok gadis SMA yang berumur 16 tahun dan berakhir menjadi seorang sugar baby. Wajah cantik, perilaku imut dan tingkah polosnya berhasil membuat pria yang berumur 14 tahun lebih tua darinya itu langsung tergila-gila untuk menjadikannya seorang sugar baby. Nick Brechtje, sosok pria yang begitu egois dan tidak peduli terhadap lingkungan sekitarnya, berhasil membuat seorang Angel Anneliese yang terbilang tidak peduli dengan cinta itu berhasil bertekuk lutut. Nick yang juga membenci dengan yang namanya 'Status Pengikat' pada akhirnya langsung terbuai oleh gadis mungil itu dan menjadikannya seorang sugar baby. Bagaimana kehidupan Angel saat setelah menjadi seorang sugar baby sesuai dengan keinginannya? Apakah dia mendapatkan kebahagiaan sama seperti apa yang dia ekspektasikan? Ataukah dia mendapatkan kenyataan yang berbanding terbalik dari ekspektasinya?

Caitlyn Clarke was a woman of logic. A dedicated therapist, a loving girlfriend, and a believer in control—until she found her boyfriend in a compromising position with his bodyguard. Betrayed and disillusioned, she threw herself into work, determined to move on.Her next assignment? Conduct a psychological evaluation of Vladislav Mikhailov a notorious Russian Pakhan imprisoned at BlackRidge Penitentiary. The job was supposed to be simple: assess his mental state and determine if he was fit for release.But Mikhail isn’t just another criminal. He’s a king in a cage. A predator in waiting. And from the moment Caitlyn steps into his cell, he decides she belongs to him.He toys with her, pushing past her professional boundaries with his sharp mind and even sharper words. He reads her like an open book, unraveling the parts of herself she’s tried to keep locked away. And worst of all? He makes her want things she has no business wanting

Ella Johnson had spent so long wishing that the moon goddess mated her to her best friend, Keith Kingston, who was the son of their alpha. But her best friend rejects her on the spot when this happens and sells her to the Kennedy brothers. Feeling like her life can't be surprising more, she soon finds out that all three of the brothers are her mate and each of them are ready to turn the earth upside down for her even though they bully her.

"I thought you were my savior. I didn't know you were the one who set the fire." The day the debt collectors came for my family, I couldn’t even scream. My voice has always been a prisoner of my anxiety, leaving me defenseless in a world of wolves. Then came Ignatius. My brother’s best friend. A man with the face of a saint and the wealth of a king. He didn't just save me; he bought my world. He paid the debts, moved me into his palatial estate, and whispered that I was finally safe. For the first time, I felt the warmth of a "hero." I gave him my trust. I almost gave him my heart. But a saint doesn't keep cameras in your bedroom. The crushing realization hit harder than any blow from a collector: Ignatius didn't buy my debt—he created it. He paid the men who terrified my mother. He orchestrated the ruin of my brother. Every tear I shed was a calculated investment in my total dependence on him. He didn’t want a lover; he wanted a broken pet. Now, the "Saint" has dropped his mask. Ignatius thinks because I am mute, I am powerless. He thinks because I am fragile, I am his. He’s wrong. If Ignatius wants to play the Predator, I’ll find a bigger one. His father, Cane—the cold, ruthless patriarch of the empire—is the only man Ignatius fears. I’m moving from the guest room to the master suite. I’m going to tear this family apart from the inside out, one forbidden dinner at a time. Ignatius ruined my life to own me. Now, I’m going to make sure the debt he owes me costs him everything.

Being the daughter of an alcoholic, isn't a great thing. But what is worse is losing my mother at the age of seven. My father, Oliver Kruiz has hated me ever since, thinks I took his wife away from him. When in reality, it was his failure to show up that caused her death. As though hating me wasn't enough to keep me depressed, he tried to get me married to a man twenty years older than I was. I don't think twice before running away, the night before my wedding. I was meant to be careful but got careless, and nearly ended up being molested by thugs. That is before I'm saved by my dark hero: Hayden Wren. Things didn't exactly start smoothly, but that didn't mean they ended well either. I had phobia for thugs because my mother was killed by them; while trying to protect me. Everything suddenly goes south, when I find out the man who had saved me was no different. Which leaves me thinking: is he a friend or foe? --- River Kruiz, the daughter of a drunkard, Oliver Kruiz. She has phobia for thugs, and even eloped the night before her wedding. Nearly for this same reason. But what happens when she finds herself growing attached to a mafia?

*Ingrid* Running from my pack was supposed to be the best thing for me, I couldn’t stay trapped there any longer. But with running brings questions about where I come from, what am I suppose to do when I can’t answer? I don’t know who I really am, this new pack was suppose to be my savior. But what happens if it’s leading me to my death? *Quinn* I’ve always protected the weak, taken in strays to my pack. Trying to make up for my father who threw out any wolf that dared to defy him, Just trying to Keep myself on the straight and narrow. I wasn’t looking for trouble. But then this sweet little mystery came barreling in, And pulled me into her darkness. She’s asking for my protection. But can I risk my freedom?

Take a journey with me into my collection of short horror stories. Over the years, my dreams have always scared me so much that I had a hard time sleeping at night. So, one day I decided to create new stories from my deepest fears. From Vampires, monsters, witches and ghosts to stories that seem normal but are just a little off, I hope my stories chill you to the bone as much as they do me.

[MATURE CONTENT 21+] I'm not sure if I'm here, at the moment, I don't know if I'm screaming or begging him to stop as the weight of his hands on my back feels more apparent. Maybe I'm just helplessly drowning in my despair with only silent tears running down my face. Nothing matters because even my mind could not wander off and protect me for long enough to silently surrender to a horrific situation. "You lied to me, You lied to me! You said you wouldn't do this if I " The words slip away as I sob and cry out in pain. "Hm..”" Alejandro lets out a breathless chuckle, "I did?"One of his hands leaves my hip, reaching down to wrap around my throat, forcing my back into an arch so I'm faced with the reflection of myself in the mirror. It is so I can watch the deranged, lustful look in his eyes as he roughly thrusts himself in and out of me while choking me against his hand at my throat.This is cruel. This is disgusting. This is shameful. But it makes Alejandro smile in pleasure, in pride, that he's able to break me and bend me into his will. "I believe I said that I was fine if you wanted to wait, " he admits. "However, I never said how long. "The reflection of myself in the mirror is someone unrecognisable; she's broken, and angry. I can see my eyes darken in misery, in hatred. The mirror also provides me with Alejandro's expression, filled with contentment and satisfaction. "I HATE YOU," I spit out with every inch of dignity that I may have left. The statement left no mark on Alejandro, instead, he thrusts into me harder, making me cry out but I didn't care, not anymore.