Bottom-tier

L'aide est défini comme un acte consistant à faciliter l'accomplissement d'une action qu'on veut réaliser. Comment réagir face à une aide qui peut mener à la destruction de notre vie et celle des gens qui nous entourent ? #VIE_DE_SECTE est l’histoire de Franck, un jeune qui s'est vu mettre un terme à ses études après l'obtention d’une licence par défaut de moyen. C'est dans le métier de chauffeur de taxi que Franck va se reconduire pour pouvoir nourrir sa petite famille... Un jour lors de son service, par coïncidence il va tomber sur un ancien camarade de classe qui est devenu riche et celui-ci va lui faire la promesse de le soutenir pour qu'il sorte de la misère. Mais à quel prix ? Je vais vous proposer une compilation de plusieurs histoires allant dans la même logique.

Neil Sandoval was a young billionaire in New York who started from the very bottom to be the President in Sydney's company. Everyone adored him for aside from being physically attractive, he was also an epitome of humbleness and kindness. Sydney Klein was a businesswoman who actually wanted to live freely without her mother's commands and judgements. All of her life, she had been doing good. But her love was being tested when Neil suddenly forgot their marriage. Forgotten. Chased. Remembered.

Ariel Young finally had her life together. She graduated from a prestigious University in New York and finally landed her dream job.Well...not exactly THE job. Her goal is to start from the bottom and work her way up to become the Executive member of the company. To achieve that goal, she decided to accept the job as the assistant of the CEO at the company. A narcissistic nightmarish of a person who became determined to make her his woman.Find my interview with Goodnovel: https://tinyurl.com/yxmz84q2

Benton Danialson Was working on a top-secret project for his company. That’s when the laser grid went off. At the bottom of the mountain where the base of his company was located there was a female. He instantly thought that it was going to be some kind of spy situation. However in all actuality she had no memory of anything suffering from amnesia and she didn’t even know her own name. He was quite surprised at the very end when he found himself changing just to please her.

"Ms. Hall, these are the details of the feigned death service you booked with us. The date of death is set for the wedding, half a month from now. The cause of death will be suicide by drowning, and the deceased is yourself. Please confirm and sign here." Wendy Hall nodded. Without hesitation, she signed her name at the bottom of the document. The bustling street was alive with chatter and movement. As Wendy walked home alone, she glanced up, and there it was—the giant screen on a nearby building, looping a video of Grayson Bryce proposing to her.

"The strong shall rule over the weak." A narrative that has completely taken over and forged into a power-fueled hierarchy. This is the world young Penelope Phillips, an omega girl at the bottom of the hierarchy was born into. Follow her journey as she is forcefully married off by her father to an old cruel king in desperate need of an heir. will her spirit be forced into complete submission or will she find strength in her newfound mate Daniel the king's nephew and turn her greatest disadvantage (weakness) into her greatest weapon?

She had always wanted a vanity ever since she was a little girl. She remembered it clearly, the wooden art piece her mom had painted a glorious white to match her small room. But Hannah had never known that it would come with a friend. A "friend" that had a past so chilling, her parents would have known that the red on the bottom of the mirror hadn't been rust. Benjamin Faye had owned it long before her, too bad she had never met him. This is their story.

<> - Vanessa thought rock bottom was signing divorce papers with Derek Holland, a man with the emotional depth of a teaspoon. Turns out, rock bottom had a basement, and Ryker Holland was waiting for her down there with a smirk and a plan. Ryker, Derek's older half-brother (aka the family's dirty little secret), shows up offering Vanessa a deal: help her make her ex-husband, Derek Holland, jealous enough to come crawling back. In exchange, he secures his position as CEO. But Ryker isn't doing this out of kindness for he is petty and cruel. He would do anything to trample all over Derek, and now he has the perfect weapon. Vanessa, freshly dumped and just desperate enough to play along. And if she happens to enjoy making her ex suffer too? Well, that's just a bonus. As Vanessa sinks deeper into Ryker's twisted world of fake romance, secrecy and family dysfunction, things start getting real. Because fake love? It's a lot easier to control than real feelings. And Ryker has no idea what to do when the game stops being a game. Is Vanessa walking into a trap or building one of her own? Either way, the Holland brothers are going down. One's going to break, and the other's going to enjoy every second of it. _Disclaimer: This story features morally complex, flawed characters with twisted motives. It includes themes of manipulation, deception, and emotional cruelty. Reader discretion is advised.

"Doesn't it bother you?" I blurted out right there and then, having been asking myself that question since the night we slept together. I was curious, but I'd been obviously avoiding him. "What? That you're the heir to the Siren-" "That I'm trans," I said. I could care less about what he think of me being a Sirenio by blood. "T-That I'm a trans...man," "Does it bother you that I'm bisexual?" he asked me. I hadn't expected that response. Not when I'm having mixed feelings about all of this. "Does it?" he probed, closing what's left of the space between. His scent and warmth envelopes me as I'm caged between him and the sink. I shook my head. "Use your words, Miles," he said running his finger over my bottom lip. I shuddered at the sensation it brought to my body. "You were so good with those, that night," I sucked in a sharp breath. I looked away, and his touch disappeared immediately. "It was a mistake," I whispered, my heart racing. "What...happened was a-" "I don't do mistakes, Miles," Mr Stark said guiding my eyes back to his. "You should know that by now," I let out a shaky breath when his thumb found my bottom lip again. "Does it bother you that I want to fuck you right now?"

Dark shadows, bloodlines and ancient magic. There was never a time I knew what normal was, not even in my dreams. Born a blood sucker, trained a warrior, blessed with gifts - or cursed which ever way you see it, and now having to protect myself from the ones that want my soul. But I'll burn before I let them. Or I might just drown... Right before I rip my heart open But you'll find me, at the bottom of the lake buried deep. Right after I rip my heart open