Cookie Run Red Velvet Cookie

Sam and I have been married for ten years. He always said he would give me the wedding of my dreams. However, three days before the ceremony, my eyes, which had been blind for the past six months after saving Sam’s life, miraculously regained vision. The first thing I saw when I opened them was Sam tangled in bed with his pretty secretary, Alisa. The bed was still shaking while Alisa typed on her phone. She showed it to him, smirking. [Sam, we're out of condoms. Why not ask your blind wife to grab one for us?] Sam’s veins bulged at his temple. His eyes darted toward me in panic. Alisa, however, scoffed and typed again. [What are you so scared of? Your wife’s blind. What’s she gonna see?] Sam sighed in resignation. “Hazel, can you pass me the box of cigarettes from the nightstand?” That cigarette box he mentioned was clearly labeled: Durex Ultra-Thin—Bare Feel. My heart shattered, and I booked a flight to Rockbridge before the wedding. When Sam came running after me, hysterical, I said coldly to him, “Sam. I can see.”

* It is said that the most painful wounds leave the deepest scars. No one could attest to that more than Afrah Aminu. For eleven years she's kept a secret to herself, knowing that she might never be able to tell anyone. Not that she wanted to. But now, with the sudden arrival of a strange man in her life, she finds herself thrown into the terrifying situation of having to relive it all. As he tears down each and every wall she has set up around her heart, the memories of that haunting night come crashing in waves. Will she be able to survive it? Or will she be crushed underneath its weight?

BLURB Loud cheers and applause rang on the air. Agnes smiled widely and hugged her husband’s arm in joy. It was their wedding day, and she was so happy that she can barely contain it. Perhaps it was the feeling called above the clouds? She looked up, wanting to see the happiness in her husband’s, Leon, eyes. He was also smiling, but what contained his eyes and barely obvious intent hidden behind his smile made Agnes shudder as fear slowly showed its way inside her whole body. Her smile faded. Her husband was smiling. He was smiling with joy, not because he was happy with the wedding- he was smiling like a beast who has their prey on his foot- [CLANG!] Before Agnes knew it, the shouts of happiness were replaced by cries of despair. The claps and applause was replaced by hurtful sounds of slaps. The colorful, bright and joyous venue was replaced by dark, damp and scary room. Agnes just saw her pathetic self on the corner of that room; she was still and was looking at nowhere. She remained motionless, but in her mind, she was trembling in fear and helplessly crying in despair; “Please help me out from here!”

"Do not tempt me, Wildling. You're mine to protect. Not to fûck." ~~~ After the death of her father, Kyla never expected to be placed under the custody of a stranger who claimed to be her father's friend. She'd expect an old man with grey hairs, not a demigod who turned her world upside down. Cold. Distant. Devilishly handsome. His words sink into her skin, leaving knees shaking. And while she flinches at every man's touch, his was different. Now she can't stop herself from craving the forbidden. ~~~~ Carlos Redd was caught off guard by Harper's last will. To babysit his only daughter and protect her, despite knowing the violent and dangerous world he lives in. In deference, he took her in. Kyla crosses every line. Curious about everything he hides. Each warmth, each encounter, each arguement-- tears down his restraint. The more he pushed her away, the more he craved. And the more he crave. The more he encounters secret that could tear them apart.

After my older sister Rachelle came home from dialysis, the atmosphere at home was suffocating. She curled up on the couch, thin as a rail. She was nagging me hard and telling me not to tire myself out too much at work. Dad was by the door smoking. To get money to treat Rachelle’s condition, he had sold our old house and land. Dirty and muddied, my fiance, who had always viewed Rachelle as a sister of his own, brought home his week’s salary. They all lamented how unfair life was to already poor and suffering people who had to suffer even more. I looked at myself in the mirror with my bleeding nose and flushed away the report with my acute leukemia diagnosis. During dinner, Dad suddenly said, “Ryleigh, Rachelle needs a kidney. You’re healthy and young. You might be a match.” I looked at Rachelle’s pleading eyes and coldly put my cutlery down. “I won’t do it. I’ll be a cripple with one less kidney. How am I supposed to find someone to marry then?” Dad slapped me hard, even as my fiance called me ungrateful. I slammed the door shut as I left. I looked for the nearest room to the hospital to rent so that I could wait it out until I died. The room I found was only five blocks away from the organ donation center.

"Push your cock in!" Ayra spoke, gawking at Alpha with the burning fire. Sweat of fright crawled within his skin, in the freezing cold night. Alpha Athen stared back blankly with an obvious hesitation flashing in front of his eyes. He hasn't yet forgotten how his ex turned to ashes as soon as his cock slipped into her. Acknowledging the limitations of his touches, he began to develop feelings for her. The carnal urge to pin her to the wall or take her down, left him restless and agitated. Will the Cursed Alpha ever be able to F**k the love of his life?

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!” The moment I closed my eyes for that first kiss, I suddenly remembered how I fantasized about marrying Lucas Sandoval. I recalled when I aimed to have a complete and a happy family and how willing I am to spend a lifetime with him. I felt a tear fell from my eyes as I felt his lips against mine, as I have realized that I just rather want to die right now in front of everyone than to live with him. Before, I was dying just to be with him. Now, I am literally dying for being with him. I dreamt about walking down the aisle to be with my love. Now, I just want to run away from him and never come back. I once prayed to be part of his life. Now I am— his battered wife.

Azmira tidak bisa melupakan pertemuan pertamanya dengan Yitno, pria yang ia temui di Kantor barunya. Yitno yang juga tertarik dengan Azmira tidak bisa melupakan sorot mata tatapan Wanita muda itu. Sama-sama terhalang oleh status pernikahan, akankah Azmira mampu memperjuangkan cintanya? Atau Azmira harus mampu menghapus rasa cinta itu demi menjaga rumah tangga Yitno?

Simon tiba-tiba dicampakan sang pacar demi pria yang lebih kaya. Namun, nasibnya tiba-tiba berubah ketika dia bertemu dengan Sandra, wanita yang dicampakkan juga seperti dirinya. Keduanya pun semakin dekat. Tapi, siapa sangka Sandra adalah cucu konglomerat yang akan membawa derajatnya naik?

"You like this, don't you?" His voice was dark velvet, wrapping around me, sinking under my skin. I swallowed hard, refusing to answer, but my body betrayed me-the sharp inhale, the way my lips parted, the way my thighs pressed together. He noticed. Of course, he did. He stepped closer, eliminating the space between us, his heat overwhelming. "Say it." I shook my head, a weak attempt at resistance. His fingers traced up my arm, slow, teasing, until they reached my throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't apply pressure-just let his touch linger there, making me hyperaware of my own racing pulse. "Liar," he murmured. I exhaled sharply. "You're too close." His lips brushed my ear, not quite a kiss, just a whisper of warmth. "And you're not stopping me."