Barefoot Gen

Elena dachte, sie hätte alles – bis sie die nackte Wahrheit über ihren Ehemann erfuhr. Ohne jede Scham betrog Julian sie vor aller Welt. Er dachte, sie wäre die schwache Ehefrau, die alles schluckt. Ein gewaltiger Irrtum. Wer Elena unterschätzt, verliert alles. Innerhalb kürzester Zeit legte sie sein Leben in Schutt und Asche: Die Geliebte wanderte hinter Gitter, die Firmenanteile und das Vermögen landeten auf Elenas Konto. Ohne einen Blick zurück unterschrieb sie die Scheidungspapiere. Eigentlich wollte sie nie wieder einem Mann vertrauen. Doch kaum ist sie Single, beginnt Elena heller zu strahlen als je zuvor. Plötzlich stehen die mächtigsten Männer der Welt Schlange. Einige fordern sie mit harter Hand, andere werben mit unendlicher Geduld um ihr Herz. Sie alle beten sie an, sie alle wollen nur sie. Doch die Regeln haben sich geändert. Früher war sie die Trophäe an Julians Seite. Heute ist sie diejenige, die die Karten verteilt. Elena entscheidet – und diesmal spielt sie nur nach ihren eigenen Regeln.

Ein Abkommen zwischen unseren Familien zwang meinen Verlobten Marco Corvini, mich zu heiraten. Meine Eltern waren tot. Seine Besessenheit galt Isabella Falcone, der Prinzessin unserer Rivalen. Am Ende verschlang Marco das Imperium meiner Familie und warf mich den Wölfen zum Fraß vor. Er präsentierte Isabella an seinem Arm wie eine Trophäe, die er gewonnen hatte. Zwanzig Jahre später lag ich auf meinem Sterbebett. Mein eigener Sohn – unser Sohn – hielt das Gift in der Hand. Er sagte, ich sei nutzlos, dass sein Vater die Macht der Familie Falcone brauche. Dann öffnete ich die Augen. Ich war zurück. Zurück am Tag meines Bluteids. Dieses Mal, um meine Familie zu retten, setzte ich nicht meinen eigenen Namen unter das Abkommen. Ich setzte ihren Namen darunter. Den von Isabella Falcone. Und ich? Ich nahm das Vermögen, das meine Eltern mir hinterlassen hatten, und verschwand. Dieses Mal würde ich nicht die Närrin sein, die sich für einen Mann aufopferte, der nie mir gehörte.

To prevent the merfolk from being slaughtered, I decided to go ashore and seduce my childhood friend Cyrus, who had become the Alpha King. He still loved me deeply, and we spent three passionate days and nights together in bed. Waking up from a haze of pleasure, I hadn't even had the chance to rejoice before a corrosive elixir was dunked over my head. Listening to my pained wails, Cyrus smirked. "So even an immortal mermaid can feel pain, too? "Well, this is just a taste of what's to come if you don't tell me where my parents are!" Yes, he was convinced that the merfolk were behind his parents' disappearance. From then on, I was forced to watch him flirt with his mistress, Emily; had to extract my mermaid pearl to help heal her body; was forced to dance barefoot to entertain Emily so that she could sleep… Cyrus hated every fiber of my being, yet always held me tenderly in his arms whenever I was on the brink of death, carefully feeding me medicine. Sometimes, he was cruel. "Do you think I'll go easy on you just because I love you? Quick, continue torturing her!" Sometimes, he was gentle. "Can't you be good and tell me where my parents are?" Silently, I endured his twisted love without a word. Soon, however, these days would come to an end, and I wouldn't have to keep that secret any longer. After all, a mermaid who did not return to the sea after three years on land… Would turn into seafoam. And now, there were only three days until my time was up.

My body was drenched from the intense downpour, which also made the path and steps away from the sore spot damp. There was no umbrella to offer me some shade, so I was left cold and drenched in the bad weather. I follow the road barefoot, following its path to wherever it leads. My face was chilly and damp, and there were hot tears in it. It seems as though the sky eradicates my pain and hiding from everyone just how miserable and down I am at the moment. "How long would you walk? How many times do you have to cry just to laugh again?" We're strolling along this lengthy road in the pouring rain, he said as he followed me. He stopped in front of me, causing me to tumble as well. When I stared into his azure eyes, tranquility was all I saw. His warm smile gave me hope, all the while I was staring at it. "Your life's challenges would bring you storm clouds and torrential rain, but what would come next was your hope. It doesn't imply that fate wasn't on your side or that you are finished. A sunshine that might offer your life meaning. That way, destiny won't ever work against you again!" He seems sincere, but I'm not sure If I will believe in him. He turned away from me, which made me anxious. I tried to call his name, but he never answered. Nevertheless, it appears that he will also leave just like the others, leaving far from me, just like everyone else. "Seah, be that sunshine! ...In order to discover love, you must first learn how to love yourself." He spoke and then disappeared. Where should I start and when should I stop? I'm really confused and scared.

During the holiday season, a flood hits. The company's warehouse is submerged up to the third floor. Due to the emergency, I have my assistant tell everyone to come back a day early to help. I promise that the company will provide stipends and extra time off to make up for this. But on that day, a Gen Z employee goes live across the internet to report me. "Oh, my God. It's 2025, yet there are still companies forcing employees to adjust their time off and work overtime! Is this heartless boss so broke that she needs to exploit us like this? Will she die if she doesn't squeeze us out of every drop of usefulness? Company notices override the law. Impressive stuff, this is!" Soon, the company ends up on the trending list due to criticism from the online community. Even the regulators come knocking to hold us accountable. In the end, the company is forced to cancel the notice. A lot of equipment isn't salvaged in time, resulting in significant losses. The employee even posts a victory lap. "Give the boss a tiny lesson—see if she dares to force overtime again!" I'm so angry that I laugh out loud. I tell my assistant to cancel the annual benefit we give all employees—an entire month of paid time off for Christmas and the New Year holidays. If we have to stick strictly to the law, then fine. Have it your way!

Mi hermana y yo teníamos una fertilidad excepcional, un don especial que nos permitía concebir con facilidad. Ella se casó con un campesino pobre de la aldea y dio a luz cinco hijos varones. La familia prosperó y salió de la miseria. Yo me casé con el hijo del jefe de la aldea, Diego Suárez, pero solo tuve hijas. Atrapado en las ideas feudales que valoran más a los hijos varones, mi esposo me consideró una vergüenza y me mató a golpes junto a mis niñas. Al abrir los ojos de nuevo, había renacido en el día en que la casamentera vino a proponer los matrimonios. Al ver que Diego, contra todo pronóstico, eligió a mi hermana Lucía García, quien tenía una discapacidad en la pierna, entendí: él también había renacido. Creía que al casarse con ella tendría hijos varones, sin saber que él padecía un trastorno genético que le impedía engendrarlos. Señalé al joven estudiante pobre, delgado y silencioso en el rincón, y declaré sin rodeos: —¡Yo me casaré con él!

Listen up, everyone!" I yelled to gain everyone's attention "Your trainer Antony, is going to be gone for the foreseeable future. YOU lucky ladies have the pleasure to be trained by me. Antony is a nursery teacher compared to the hell you will soon be facing by me" I stated authoritatively. "Little girl I have morning shits bigger than you" yelled a testosterone-induced jokester from the back causing snickers to erupt throughout the crowd. "Then I'd suggest eating more greens and lessening up on protein and testosterone. You do know that shit causes your willy to shrink up and fall off right" I retorted. I watched the man turn purple with rage before charging towards the stage. Immediately taking a side stance I prepare to take on the idiot Alpha 'gracefully'.  Kicking off the stage I performed my perfect Tornado barrel kick to the dumbass's head. Connecting with a loud crack and landing gracefully on my feet bowing to my audience of alphas, knowing full well that alpha is not getting up for a while. "Any more volunteers?" I said smugly. "Nope, alrighty then. So, going forward I am not someone to mess with. I do not take lightly to those who challenge me and I do not respond to assholes who think little ladies belong barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen. If you have those prejudices, I am more than willing to knock those thoughts clear from your head. And for jackasses like this one, off your head. Do I make myself clear?" Gabriella's family was cursed as she puts it. She cannot be commanded by any Alpha and for that, she cannot belong to any pack. From an early age, her father and 6 older brothers taught her how to fight, and turned trainer. Until she finds her Mate!

When I took a bullet for Theo Moretti, the bullet grazed my temple, compressing the optic nerve and causing blindness in both my eyes. He kneeled by my hospital bed, pressed the family crest to his chest, and swore: “Sophie, I will be your eyes for life. If I break this oath, may I die a horrendous death.” I believed him. However, the day my sight returned, I saw Theo through the bedroom door, naked on our marital bed with the maid, Isabella. He gripped her waist and thrust violently, his voice hoarse in a way I had never heard, growling, “Bella… you really are the most seductive woman in all of Sicily…” “Theo, who else besides me could satisfy you like this in bed? Divorce that blind woman already!” Isabella nibbled his earlobe. “After all, I’m the one who truly understands you.” “Wait a little longer,” Theo panted. “I need time… Don Lucas just handed me control of the docks. If I divorce now, I’ll be left with nothing.” Rare snowflakes rained down outside. I walked barefoot out of the estate in a thin nightgown and sent an encrypted message to my father. “Father, send someone to pick me up in three days. I’m coming home.” Don Lucas, my father, never expected that the boss he had personally promoted would dare betray his daughter. He replied with a single sentence: “For daring to betray you, Theo’s dead.” What I did not know was that this message would ignite a storm that would sweep across all of Sicily. In three days, Theo Moretti, the man I had risked my life for and I had personally helped rise to power, would lose everything he held dear, including me.

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.

At a very young age, Alfred Zephyr Cordova, also known as Alphy, the guitarist of the Pentagon Band, experienced all kinds of hardship: physical, emotional, and even mental. He worked various jobs just to survive. Due to his hard work and dedication, he was able to SAVED himself from poverty and hunger. At the age of nineteen, he became a self-made millionaire and continuously made a name for himself not only in the field of music but also in business. He made all impossible things possible and is now becoming one of the richest billionaire-bachelors in town. But can money really save us in a life full of injustice, especially if there's an unsolved mystery that happened to you in the past? Is he truly SAVED from the nightmares of the past, or is he just covering them with the fame and wealth he currently has? Aurora Genevieve Delos Santos, a girl with a perfect life-that's what she thought when her family was still complete. But when the truth came, and the moment her father returned to his original family while her mother fell ill, Gen's perfect life disappeared. She had to work in a club and offer her body to everyone just to earn money. When she thought she was able to save herself from what happened in the past few years, that was also the moment she needed to make the same decision because of the same circumstances. In a world full of judgment, is there a chance for her to be SAVED and experience once again her once-perfect life? Or will she suffer until the end because of a past she never wanted?