Cobblestone Throat Cause

When my husband accompanies his childhood sweetheart to the vet to treat her pet fish, my son accidentally spills his drink on her. My husband watches as his childhood sweetheart's eyes redden. Then, he slaps my son hard and throws a stack of cash at him. "This is your chance to make up for your mistakes. Buy Wendy a dress—make sure it's white!" My son dries his tears while holding onto the money. He roams the streets, searching for a white dress in the middle of the night. When he finally finds one, he ends up getting beaten to death by some drunk hooligans. Even in death, he clutches the bloodied skirt tightly. I burst into tears of despair as I hold onto his body and call my husband over a dozen times. However, he's too busy with his childhood sweetheart's fish. He blocks my number. When he finally calls me back, he sounds icy and angry. "Wendy is still waiting for that dress! Where has the little brat gone to? Can't he even handle such a simple task?"

Bagaimana pendapatmu, jika mantan kekasihmu yang pernah menyakitimu datang kembali dan mengganggu hidupmu. Lebih parahnya lagi, dia satu sekolah denganmu dan satu kelas denganmu? Kamu berniat melupakannya atau mungkin kembali bersama dengan dia?

Three years of marriage, and it all ends with two words. Sign it. He didn’t even look up when he said it. Just slid the papers across the table like I was another business deal to close. We weren’t supposed to fall in love it started as a contract, something practical, something safe. But feelings have a way of growing where they shouldn’t. For a while, I thought he cared. The quiet moments, the small things he remembered my favorite song, how I take my tea, the way I hate the rain. I thought they meant something. Turns out, they did. Just not for me. Every gesture, every soft word, was borrowed from a memory. From her. The woman who had him first. The one who left. The one who’s now back. So I signed. I smiled. I walked away. Not because I wanted to but because I had to. He doesn’t chase me. Not yet. But I can feel it the weight of everything unsaid still hanging in the air between us. Maybe he’ll realize what he’s lost. Maybe he won’t. Either way, this time, I’m not waiting around to find out.

Orang bilang masa SMA adalah masa yang paling indah, namun sepertinya tak seindah yang orang-orang katakan. Nasya berbaik hati ingin membantu Galen yang pada saat itu mabuk berat untuk kembali ke kamarnya, harus menerima kenyataan bahwa ia kehilangan sesuatu yang berharga akibat perbuatan seorang Galen Pradipta.Mampukah Nasya menjalani kehidupan SMA seperti sedia kala lagi atau masih ada kejutan lain yang akan menunggu Nasya di kemudian hari? Ikuti kisahnya.

Mahirap lang ang buhay na mayroon si Mavy. Maliit na bahay, simpleng mga gamit at walang trabaho. Pero sa kabila ng hirap, pinipilit niyang maging malakas at matatag para sa kapatid niya. Dalawa na lang silang magkasama sa buhay simula nang namatay ang mga magulang nila dahil sa isang aksidente. Isang mabuti at responsableng Kuya naman siya pero hindi ito naging sapat para maalagaan ang katapid niyang may breast cancer. Dumating pa sa puntong kinailangan niyang magnakaw at pumasok sa isang club bilang isang cross dresser para mabayaran ang mga gastusin sa hospital. Hindi na niya alam ang gagawin niya hanggang nakilala niya si Kfer Vargaz. Isang mayamang negosyante si Kfer, at pipirmahan lang ng mga magulang nito ang kumpanya na para sa kaniya sa isang kondisyon. Kaya naman inalok niya si Mavy ng isang bagay sa pag-aakalang babae siya. Hanggang unti-unti nang nahuhulog ang loob ni Kfer sa kaniya. Lahat kayang iwan at isakripisyo ni Michael para sa kapatid. Ngunit kaya pa ba niyang isakripisyo kahit ang nararamdaman niya para lang maging masaya ang kapatid niya?

“Congratulations, Catherine. You've just become my fiancée.” A sultry smile curved Hunter Thorne's lips as he watched me with his predatory gaze. He was the future Don Cartelli, the purest embodiment of danger, and I was about to become his wife. How was I supposed to know that the hot stranger I kissed in the club was one of the most fearsome men in New York?! Once I realized my mistake, I chose to stay away from him. My fate, however, had other plans… When my quiet little world began to fall apart, this notorious Mafia boss became my only salvation. I needed money and protection, and he needed a wife. This was supposed to be a simple deal, but nothing is ever simple with Hunter Thorne. He's the devil incarnated, and I've just entered his hell. This devil craves my body, heart, and soul… and I'm seconds away from surrendering every last piece of me.

I did not get pregnant in the five years that I was married to Julian Gunter. He claimed that there was something wrong with his body and asked me not to leave him. But one day, I was sent to the hospital because of a stomach ache and continuous bleeding. A nurse came in and gave me an injection. She muttered impatiently, “Can’t you hold yourself back? You’re pregnant, but you had such vigorous love making. It serves you right that you lost your baby.” I endured the pain and walked out. “Mr. Gunter wanted Mrs. Gunter to have a permanent contraceptive injection after her fifth miscarriage. Don’t worry. Mr. Gunter has a way around it.” “The heir of Gunter Group can only be Mr. Jack Gunter.” Jack was the son of Julian’s sister-in-law.

Hadden's sister had merely choked on some water at the pool while she was swimming, and for that, he shoved me into the pool after tying me up. He left me with only a small hole for air that was barely an inch. He said I would have to pay double for every grievance Julia suffered. I never learned how to swim. There was nothing I could do but try my best to breathe as I sobbed and begged him to let me out. Yet all I received was a lecture. "You'll never learn if I don't teach you a lesson now." I struggled to stay afloat, but… It took five days before Hadden's anger dissipated and he put me out of my misery, but it was already too late. "I'll let you go this time, but you'd better not make the same mistake again!" I had already drowned to death.

He approaches, stalking me, I take several cautionary steps back, in shock. "What are you? "I whisper, my throat threatening to close in panic. "I said I would answer your questions but I don’t think you’re ready to know what I would answer to that one." Yolie Bruzain was hit by a car three years ago. She has always suspected supernatural forces were involved in her miraculous recovery. When an enigmatic Greek billionaire kidnaps and forcibly keeps her in his Villa, she realizes her suspicions are totally justified. Cause nothing is what it seems... Not even she, is who she thinks.

"Let me drill this into your head 'cause it seems you're daydreaming," his hand collared her throat tight enough to leave her struggling and kicking her feet to be set free. Tears leaked from her eyes as she fought against his grip. "You're not my Queen, you're not my mate and not my Luna. You're my fucking toy; to hold and to fuck, till you're broken beyond repair and then I decide whether or not to toss you aside," he growled coldly and I shivered from the paralyzing fear of his predatory eyes. "B-But..." She sobbed with nothin else to say. **** He was right. She was nothing more than a toy She was always hated by her father and her stepmom, all cause of the old believe she killed her mom. Her father couldn't pay the debt he owed the most hated pack so his daughter was used to pay the debt. Her life was scattered into pieces which made her almost lost hope on life . She wasn't his wife or queen but just his breeder. Her life was already getting worst by each session and time staying in the dangerous pack of decite and hatred. What would she do now she can't run away from the man who bought her and became her mate?