Bottom Dream Fanfic

Warning: 19+ only. This story contains sexual themes and psychological trauma. Emma had only one dream to escape the bottom of society and live a life that truly belonged to her. It seemed like a dream within reach, until it shattered the day she met a man named Damien her "Daddy" “Please, let me go... I didn’t do anything wrong... I just want to live... to live... to live like a human being...” Emma knelt down, her head bowed low as she sobbed and begged the man standing in front of her. The man she once respected and called “Daddy” not only showed no sympathy, but even smiled in delight. “What a pity. Your mother abandoned you, and no one else wants you. Emma, in this world, only I and I alone — love you.”

Bermula dari seorang meneleponnya, mengatakan Alfa mabuk di klub, Arsyila pun pergi ke sana untuk menjemput sahabatnya. Siapa sangka, bahwa malam itu, menjadi malam petaka bagi gadis belasan tahun kala itu. Video syur yang tak pernah ia lakukan, menjadi fitnah yang membuatnya harus dibenci oleh orang-orang yang ia cintai baik Raka dan orang tuanya. Belum lagi fakta bahwa ia bukan bagian keluarga Harahap, makin memperpuruk nasibnya. Dua tahun pasca kejadian itu tanpa Syila bisa membela, ia kembali harus menghadapi masa lalunya yang kelam. Mampukah Syila menghadapi cobaan demi cobaan yang beruntun mendera kehidupannya?

Tammy, who my husband Steven used to mentor, was in the car crash with me. My liver had ruptured. I was drenched in blood. Steven didn't even flinch. He yanked Tammy out first, and she only had a scratch on her forehead. While I was unconscious, barely hanging on, he was freaking out about her getting a scar. When I came to, completely done, I chucked the divorce papers at his face. He went feral—ripped them up and said I'd only leave him over his dead body. I used to hate when he pulled that line. But now? If that's what it takes, so be it.

After I was falsely accused of being a third wheel by a fake heiress, she hired a group of people to corner me in the delivery room under the pretense of giving me an intervention. "How dare you, a shameless mistress, hope to secure a place with your child!" "Today, I'm going to make sure that b*stard in your belly is gone for good. Let's see if you dare get into my man's bed again." The group blocked the delivery room door, their faces twisted with malice as they refused to let the doctors deliver my baby. I begged them to let me go, but they only laughed cruelly and forced me down in front of a camera while I struggled through labor. They forcefully pulled the baby out of my belly and killed him right in front of me. I clung to my child's lifeless body, sobbing hysterically, while they posted my miserable state online with the caption, 'This is what happens to mistresses.' Later, I exposed her fake heiress status and revealed the dirty secrets of her and those people who were allegedly giving me an intervention online. Relentlessly attacked by netizens until she had nowhere left to turn, she ended up begging me for forgiveness. I pointed to the edge of the rooftop and said, "Jump, and I'll forgive you."

My husband is the perfect doctor… or so everyone thinks. However, he delays the critical treatment of an accident patient so he can accompany his first love's son. Later, he even secretly switches out a patient's medication and watches as she dies from the pain. That way, he can take her heart and perform a heart transplant for his first love's son. What he doesn't know is that the patient whose heart he's taken is his daughter's. She's disfigured in an accident after her treatment is delayed. He calls her family's phone number, hoping they'll agree to donate her body to contribute to the medical field. That's when he hears my phone ring.

No clue what kind of karma got me stuck with William Wilde as my roommate. College was supposed to be chill, finally some freedom. But with him? It felt like SAT season all over again. I gamed, he hit the books. I went out, he grinded certs. I tried everything to mess with his groove. Then one day, he looked up and went, "Isaac, do you like me?"

On the last day of the deadline for the loan repayment, I went to Liam Sommer's stepsister, Christine Sommer, to ask for the 300,000 dollars I had lent her. The next day, Liam threw a ledger I had never seen before in front of me. Liam said, "On your birthday last year, I transferred 8,100 dollars to you. On our tenth anniversary, I transferred 108,000 dollars to you. Also, at the beginning of every month, I transfer 20,000 dollars to you for your living expenses. You must pay me back by the end of today." I froze, but Liam smiled without a hint of warmth. "What’s wrong? You can't afford to repay me? Evelyn Lancaster, you shouldn't have given Christy trouble. This is my lesson to you. If you don't pay me back today, let's not meet for the next three years, and don't come looking for me." Over the next three years, I never saw Liam again, nor did I go looking for him. While he and Christine traveled around the world and wore couple rings, I married my childhood friend in front of our family and friends. While he and Christine walked along the beach and kissed, I moved into a new house with my husband, our cat, and our dog. Everything was moving along smoothly, but why was Liam standing under the window of my house in the middle of the night, crying and saying that he was unhappy?

"Kau pasti sangat bahagia karena besok kau akan bebas, kan?" Dengan kasar Amar mencengkram lengan wanita yang masih berstatus istrinya itu dan menghempaskannya begitu saja di sudut tempat tidur yang tak pernah disentuh olehnya. Entah kemana perginya cinta itu.. setelah menikah semuanya menghilang. Keduanya bak menjadi orang asing yang tinggal satu atap terlebih sikap Amar yang sangat berubah drastis. Begitu dingin. Begitu kasar. Begitu kejam. Besok yang merupakan hari perpisahan mereka dan malam ini menjadi malam pertama sekaligus malam terakhir mereka sebagai suami istri.. Apakah ada sesuatu yang mampu mengetuk pintu hati Amar dan melanjutkan pernikahan mereka?

My husband was the leader of the rescue team. As I was trapped in a cave and surrounded by a pack of wolves, I desperately called him over and over. Yet, he hung up on me every single time. When the fire nearly burnt out and the wolves got closer, he finally called me and angrily accused me, "Can you stop wasting public resources? I'm the rescue team leader first, and then your husband." In the background, I heard a soft, feminine voice saying, "Howard, my arm has a cut. Can you take me to the hospital?" I was familiar with that voice. It was my husband's first love. Ever since her husband died, she clung to him. And my husband... He didn't just tolerate it; rather, he seemed to enjoy it. A wave of despair washed over me as I ended the call. My hands were trembling, and I tried to call the police, but before I could, the leader of the wolves pounced on me. I fell hard to the ground, and the rest of the pack, sensing the signal, ran toward me at an extraordinary speed. I didn't stand a chance to fight back, and in mere moments, I was ripped into pieces. Before my consciousness slipped away, I struggled to glance down at my lower abdomen one last time, and my lips quivered. "My baby, I'm sorry I failed you…"

After the death of my father, I was left to fight on my own. I am a hybrid. Part Lycan and Light Oracle. They call me the Blessed One. I am destined to accomplish great feats, save those who cannot save themselves, and marry my fated mate. The only issue is that I have no idea who my fated mate is. There are two prospective males in my life, and each of them ignites the blazing inferno that yearns to consume me Alpha Bastion, leader of the Pack Moon Stone. He takes me in and things start to spiral out of control. Then there is Zeb, he is an Alpha Nightingale Warrior from the planet of Morzovia. As I struggle to maintain a sliver of hope in my life's downward spiral, I find solace in both of their arms.