Blame Jupiter Room

When I was seven years old, my younger brother went into anaphylactic shock after sneaking a handful of peanuts. Outside the emergency room, my mother slammed my head against the wall over and over, her face twisted with rage. "If you had been watching him like you were supposed to be, this never would have happened! You should be the one with a ruptured stomach, not him!" After that, whenever my brother so much as caught a cold, my mother forced me to eat spoiled leftovers as punishment. I once prepared an elaborate feast. She flipped the entire table and made me crawl on the floor to lick it clean. When I said I wanted to study culinary arts, she poured hot oil over my hands. My father wanted to send me to vocational school to learn a trade, but my mother clutched my brother to her chest and wailed. "She destroyed her brother's health! She owes him a lifetime of service!" When I was fifteen, my brother's gluttony cost my father an important business deal. I took the blame without even being asked, and the furious client forced me to drink more than half a gallon of hard liquor. By the time I was sent home with a bleeding stomach, my father had already scolded my brother. My mother took out her anger on me instead, slapping me so hard my ears rang and my vision went dark at the edges. "You useless thing! You should’ve choked to death at that table! I get sick just looking at you!" I coughed up black blood. From my pocket, I pulled out a piece of sour candy that had gone soft and sticky. It was the only treat my mother had ever given me with a smile, back before my brother's allergic reaction. I put the candy in my mouth and swallowed it down with the taste of stomach acid. The candy was so sour it made my throat burn. Whatever came next, I just hoped I would not have to be my family’s garbage disposal again.

“You can’t blame me. Her father is the richest man in this country. You’re just an orphan. You should be grateful I even dated you. I won’t mind having you as my mistress though.” These were the words of my boyfriend after catching him in bed with my best friend. If it were with any other woman, it would have been less painful. But my best friend sleeping with my boyfriend behind my back? How does one heal from that? For the first time in my life; I am going to be very mean, because how could they? Yes, I was an orphan but does that give anyone the right to trample all over me? Well, I’d become the wife of that richest man! And have them address me as “Mom”

Saanvi Verma, a beautiful 21 year old girl living in a happy family. She's so kind and humble. She catches the attention of a heartless Rehaan Khan, when she comes to Mumbai for her . Rehaan Khan, devilishly handsome young man, a CEO and there is a hidden identity to him. He's a heartless CEO to the outside world, and a ruthless leader to the underworld. Nobody dares to mess with him. He's cruel and merciless. He will go to any extent to get what he want. What happens when Rehaan starts falling for this beautiful and kind Saanvi? Read to find out the dark romantic yet obsessed love journey of Rehaan and Saanvi. Trigger Warning ⚠️ contains mature content like forced , marital , and scenes. You've been warned already, don't blame me later.

Here we have book two in the Freya Rose series.She was stalked by a deranged vampire, now Freya's werewolf boyfriend Tristan and his pack have been attacked by her stalker. Some of the pack blame Freya and she can't help but agree with them. With Tristan in a coma at the hospital, and believing that she's the cause of it all, Freya runs away.She met a mysterious stranger, and the connection between them was impossible to fight.Wracked with guilt, Freya runs from the stranger, but he has answers about what she is.Will she be able to resist Mason when he presents her with the opportunity to finally know what she's turning into?Will Tristan survive and fight for his girl? Or will he die, leaving Freya heartbroken and banished from her home?Book three is called Honored By A Hunter.

My boyfriend, Vincent, was behind the wheel when he tragically struck and killed Lycan Aaron's girlfriend. Driven by love, I made the fateful decision to shoulder the blame on his behalf. But I never thought that Lycan Aaron was my mate. Vincent betrayed me, and Aaron, consumed by a vengeful fire, held me captive in his clutches. ** Lying on Aaron's bed, I could feel the warmth and desire of his body. "When will you release me, Lycan Aaron?" I whispered, my voice laden with longing and uncertainty. "Do not entertain thoughts of escape, Olive. For if you dare, the consequences will be more agonizing than death itself," Aaron murmured softly into my ear as we surrendered to sleep, his words lingering in the air like an ominous but sweet melody.

In order to save her brother and his human mate, 18 year old Sally takes the blame for a murder. She is cast out as a Rogue, a werewolf without a pack. Since she is considered a criminal, she ends up being registered on the blacklist. A Rogue on the blacklist can get killed on sight if they ever set foot on any pack territory ever again. When Sally gets captured by the feared Midnight Pack she meets Elijah, a disowned Gamma that turns out to be her mate. With Sally trapped in a cell, facing execution as a blacklisted Rogue, Elijah have to figure out a way for both of them to escape. Will he succeed when his Alpha had taken such an interest in Sally? And will they ever find a place to call home? Warning: this story contains triggering content such as domestic violence, SA and torture!

After three days nang pang-aabandona sa kaniya ng kaniyang ex-fiancé ay nagpakasal si Darlene kay Jethro. Si Jethro ay ang Uncle ng kaniyang ex. na nakabuntis sa kaniyang 'rival workmate,mas pinili nito iyon kaysa sa kaniya. Then the blame on their separation goes on her, she was accused of cheating na muntik nang sumira sa career niya bilang isang modelo. Siya na ang naging masama. But then, Jethro promise to help Darlene the best way he can. In return, She should be her four year old daughter's substitute mother. Kakayanin kaya nilang sundin ang kontrata na kanilang ginawa? O sa kabila ng kanilang age gap ay mabuo pa rin ang isang pagmamahalan?

Using an alternative account, I secretly join a cycling group chat that my husband, Liam Johnson, is in. One day, an announcement is made in the group chat. "We'll be organizing a weekend mountain biking activity with an overnight stay, with two people sharing a room. To add some excitement, we'll be drawing lots for room assignments." I can't really understand it. Curious, I ask, "What if a man and a woman end up drawing the same room?"

After being betrayed by her boyfriend and best friend, Mary Sampson moved to the hotel she had booked earlier for herself and her boyfriend to stay after he had proposed. As she is masturbating to get over her plight, a smoking hot handsome young man walks in, disrupting her pleasure. After a while of argument, it is discovered that due to some system error in the hotel, the room is mistakenly booked twice and the room actually belongs to the handsome young man. Mary is refunded, despite the handsome man offering to allow her to share the room, she insists she will find another room. However, she doesn't find any other hotel room as all the hotels in the whole town have been booked. She reluctantly returns to the handsome man and they play poker to while away the time. The poker soon turns to a stripping poker and the smoking hot man stripteases her, turning her on. Eventually, they have a hot night together and Mary drops her phone number, hoping they may see each other again. After waiting for two years without getting a call from him, she forgot about him. Only to run into him at her workplace the next day… The smoking hot man is her boss.

` It was a cool, breezy and stormy night. Rain came down in sheets, as a dark figure stood before a house. The house was pretty ordinary, white with blue shutters; it didn't have more than two bedrooms. It looked like a cozy little family home with flowers and shrubs lining the front lawn, and then the smell from the pellet stove smoke invaded his nostrils. He took a deep breath and pulled out an old, rusted compass from his black trench coat. It looked like it could have been from the 14th century, the small, brass disc was dented and the Victorian designs were faded. He studied it as it pointed east, towards the small house. He looked the house over carefully, looking for the best entrance, before proceeding towards the side to gaze into the window. Inside you can see the small kitchen; the brand new, all black appliances off set the linoleum floor. Cabinets filled almost every wall of the small space that made it look more crowded than it should have been. The kitchen opened to a larger room which seemed to be used as a living room and a dining room all at once. The whole house looked crowded, with the furniture in the living room all touching except for a small gap to walk through and the dining room was so close to the sofa, it could have been sitting on it. He stepped back into the shadows as he watched a young couple enter the kitchen. The wife was tall and slender, had strawberry blond hair formed around her face accenting her jaw-line and her deep blue eyes stopped your heart as you got lost in them. Her fair complexion was silky and complimented her soft face.