Claw Foot Dining Table

Huang Lalin had to get into trouble again when she just set foot on campus. she and his third eye were a big problem, she couldn't control them alone. Many spirits began to approach her for help because they died in an unusual way. However, can Lalin and her two friends investigate this case by case. Would there be a bigger problem than spirits asking them for help?

On the night of her birthday, she left because she had overheard Benjamin and his friends, including Ray planning to gang rape her. She didn't want that to happen to her, so she fled and ran into the forest and there she ran into Ryan King, alpha of the North Pack. It was love at first sight. They both fell in love, and that was the beginning of a beautiful love story. However, unlike every love story, theirs included pain, envy, heartbreak, hurt, deceit and many other vices against their purest intentions. Will their love be able to stand the test of time? Will the issues they had in the past break them up for good or make them stronger? Will Marina ever find out who killed the only woman she called mother? Will Rawland and Benjamin find peace knowing that the person who they thought was responsible for the death of their wife and mother is dining with the enemy? Will Ryan King and Marina live happily ever after?

A story where a maid fantasizes about her boss. Comes to work but can’t focus and sees only him. Then she gives him a hint on what she wants with a note on his table .then the whole scenario just excalates

“I need this job, Ralph, and I’m willing to do anything to get the job, I mean anything you want.” I told him, walking over to his side and sitting on his table, spreading my legs to give him a good view of my thong. “What makes you think I would fall for this cheap act of yours, what makes you even think I’m interested in your body?” he asks me, his eyes fixed on my cleavage. “I know you like me, Ralph, you can’t take your eyes off my body, I see you drooling when I walk by and I know you want more of me. Besides, how can you not want more when you’ve had a taste of me already. You popped my cherry, remember?” I asked him, putting my legs on his armchair, fixing my eyes on his. “Fine, you win, you got the job, goddamit! Just get out of my office before I do something stupid.” He yelled at me, pulling his hand through his hair in frustration. I smiled excitedly as I jumped down from the table, heading for the exit. “And Victoria, ”he called out to me as I opened his office door. I turned with a raised brow praying in my heart that he doesn’t change his mind. “Be very careful around me, I can be very dangerous when provoked. This emotional blackmail won’t work on me all the time. The next time you try to seduce me again, I won’t hold back, I would screw you right here on the bare table,” he warned me sternly. I know that was meant to sound like a threat, yet I moaned at the thought of him bending me over on his table and screwing my brains out.

I finally recovered my sight. Just as I was about to tell my parents about it, a slip of paper on the table caught my attention. "Don't tell your parents you've recovered your sight."

Jack Cooke—my husband, who'd never so much as scrambled an egg—suddenly went full kitchen freak. He bought a ton of pots and spatulas, then spent all day just... polishing them. When I called him out, he shrugged. "I like things clean. That a crime now?" Behind him? A mountain of dirty socks. Then it got weirder. He dragged all the kitchen stuff into our bedroom. At night, he'd get weird with a dishcloth. Like, disturbingly weird. I was done. I asked for a divorce. Jack stormed into a private dining room and shredded the papers right in front of our investors. "You're seriously ending our marriage over this? Kinda dramatic, don't you think?" I didn’t blink. “I gave up my spot for your pots and pans. A little thanks wouldn’t kill you.”

Getting a good job that pays is kind of difficult and an offer came to her to commit a crime when she is no killer but for the money, she had no choice. She never planned to love but planned to be the billionaire hit woman, what happens when the table turns?

“Ashianna, you are the game. I can turn the table in my side. “ he said with the sweet tone of his voice. “My Father is a lawyer. You can’t hide anywhere.” I smirked, seeing him with full anger in his face.

For two years, I lay in a coma. My body was helpless on a hospital bed, connected to tubes and machines that beeped endlessly. While I fought between life and death, my husband chose to look for another woman. Instead of struggling for my recovery, Roby decided to enjoy his life. He showered that woman with luxury and happiness... using my wealth. Just watch. I will make their hearts stop the moment I set foot again in my own palace.

"Alex... help… please…" I tried to whisper, but no sound came out. I saw them, Alexander had his arms wrapped around Sophia, who was clutching him like her life depended on it. She was pressed against his chest, her face buried in his neck, and she wasn't letting go. "Don't look at her," Sophia whispered loudly. "You'll only make yourself sick with guilt. This isn't your fault. She did this to herself by being dramatic." That's when I heard the scream. "Oh my God! Mrs. Sterling!" Rosa, one of our housemaids, came rushing into the dining room. "Mrs. Sterling, what happened to you?" Rosa dropped to her knees beside me, her hands fluttering over my body like she didn't know where to start. "You're bleeding! There's so much blood everywhere!” I was bleeding? I couldn't feel anything below my waist anymore, but when I managed to glance down, I saw the dark stain spreading across my dress. "Mr. Alexander!" Rosa shouted, her voice cracking with an anger I’ve never seen in her before. She looked ready to commit murder. Did I look that bad? “Your wife is dying! How can you do this to her? How can you stand there holding another woman while your wife bleeds to death on the floor?!" Rosa snarled. "Rosa, lower your voice," Alexander snapped, but I could hear something different in his tone. Uncertainty. "Take Ivy to the hospital and stop making a scene, or you'll be looking for another job." Rosa shot back, tears streaming down her face. "¡Sos un bueno para nada! What kind of man are you?" I was going to die. Right here on my dining room floor, wearing my mother's blood-stained dress while my husband comforted another woman.