Bleach In Eye But No Pain

I've been married to Shawn Ford for three years, and he's humiliated and insulted me throughout. When he's with his friend, he brags, "The woman my Uncle Cameron can't have is licking my boots. I want to laugh whenever I see her sucking up to me." It wouldn't ever occur to him that I'm frequently in his uncle's bed, covered in hickeys and love bites he leaves on my body.

“We shouldn't do this, I am babysitting you and Mr. King won't appreciate it if I mess around with his little princess.” Samantha leaned forward and pressed her lips gently against his. “Just this once and I won't bother you for it again.” ~~~ Samantha King was a calm and the least popular girl in the whole college. She had been leading a quiet life in the prestigious university until situation led her to live with Matthew Cruz, the school bad boy who loves making out with his monthly favourite girl in school. Samantha had always had a crush on Matthew Cruz, and the fact that the bad boy could make out with anything in skirt made her think her stay with him would make him for once notice her, and maybe have her as one of his monthly girls. One make-out turned two and two turned three until Matthew Cruz realized he couldn't get enough of Samantha. He wanted more of her. Even more than she ever planned on giving.

You think being a teenager is hard enough as it is. Try being a teenager that has the respossibility of saving people from their own demons and fears. That is exactly what Zelenia Erickson has been doing from the time she discovered what she was...

To save her mother's life, Annika agreed to marry her boss, Caspian Timothy Ferrer, in exchange of a huge amount to finance her mother's operation. They signed a contract, and one rule was made, “No strings attached". What happens when they start breaking the rule they made to make way for the unfamiliar feelings arising in them? Will Annika finally have her happy ever after, or will she stay as his wife in Contract?

After her 18th birthday, Rosita was kicked out of her aunt's house, saying that she was already a responsible adult. She had no place to go, and no money until a flier covered her face while she was sitting on the sides of the dusty highway. She read that there was this billionaire that was looking for a maid and he offered a generous amount of salary. Without second thoughts, she finds her way toward the creepy mansion of that rich man living in the middle of the forest. Rosita didn't care about the place because she was desperate for money and didn't know danger would come knocking into her life after meeting her boss, Kiefer Dy Montefalco. Whom she doesn't know has the identity of a werewolf.

When I was reborn, Horace was pressing me down on the bed. His phone rang with a piercing ringtone, interrupting him from undressing me. After seeing the caller ID, the desire in his eyes instantly disappeared. Throwing a random bath towel on my body, he said, "Leave. My new girlfriend doesn't like it when I smell like someone else." Without another word, I got dressed and left without any complaint. In my past life, I wasn't willing to leave, and clung onto him, throwing away all my dignity, and I even became crippled after saving him during a car accident. As I wished, I became his wife, only because he said, "Let's have a baby. Then, even if I was no longer around, our child would be able to take care of you." I endured several life-threatening medical crises during my pregnancy, but then I overheard him talking to Vivian, "Vivi, you'll be saved once the kid is born." "But that's you and Rose's child, isn't it? Wouldn't she get mad if she knew?" Horace's voice was ice-cold. "I only let her live because she could still give birth. Did she think that I'd fall for a cripple?" In my anger, I pulled out my oxygen tube, and both I and my baby died. Now that I was reborn, I would never walk the same path once more.

At the start of apocalypse, humans transform into zombies or the human-eating undead monsters. I heard their cries of suffering and fear. Also, the world set new rule called "survival of the fittest". Fortunately, Gods pity on them and give them superpowers to fight back but .... why is it that zombies are ignoring me?! (」ﾟﾛﾟ)｣ And, wait! Why are these zombies vomit when they bite me?! Am I not edible?!!(◎_◎;)

William Donovan was in a coma for three years. And for three years, Grace Whitmore never once left his side. She gave up her career, her pride, even her own life—just to be there for the man she loved. But when William finally opened his eyes… He didn’t ask for Grace. He asked for his old flame—the woman who suddenly came back into his life. And Grace? She was just a replacement. A filler. Someone he could throw away the moment the “real one” returned. It didn’t take long before the whispers started: "The true princess is back. The useless stand-in can go now." It hurt. But when the divorce papers landed in William’s hands, one line made him freeze: Reason for divorce: male dysfunction. After that, Grace vanished. And when William finally found her again, she wasn’t the gentle, loyal woman he remembered. He was standing in front of someone new—elegant, confident, and completely untouchable. With a calm smile, Grace looked at him and asked just one thing: “Mr. Donovan, are you here for a male dysfunction consultation?”

Only one girl in an all-boy athletics high school... Pretending to be a boy... What is her secret.... Will anyone find out that secret of hers... What is her reason... Can sustaining her identity will be easy when this handsome fella becomes her roommate, who has some kind of connection with the beautiful part of her tragic past...

The doctor said I only had three days left to live. Acute liver failure. My only hope was an experimental clinical trial. It was extremely risky, but had the faintest sliver of a chance to survive. But my husband, David, gave the last available spot... to my adopted sister, Emma, also my daughter’s godmother. Her condition was still in its early stages. He said it was the "right decision," because she “deserved to live more.” I signed the papers to forgo treatment and took the high-dose painkillers prescribed by the doctor. The cost? My organs would shut down, and I would die. When I handed over the jewelry company I’d poured my heart into, along with all my designs, to Emma, my parents praised me, saying, “Now that’s what a good big sister should do.” When I agreed to divorce David so he could marry Emma, he said, “You’ve finally learned to be understanding.” When I told my daughter to call Emma ‘Mom,’ she clapped her hands and said, “Emma is such a gentle and kind mother!” When I gave all my assets to Emma, everyone in the family thought it was only natural. No one noticed anything was wrong with me. I’m just curious. Will they still be able to smile when they find out I'm dead?