Dining Chair Artinya

My mom believed in one thing above all else: being number one. To achieve that, she created a strict daily schedule and even developed a monitoring app that required us to submit reports every day. Anyone who failed to rank first according to the app's evaluation would be tied to a chair and severely punished. No matter how difficult the task was, my younger brother, Jason Hunt, could always complete it and receive a perfect score. Even when he actually ranked last, the monitoring software would still display him in first place. As for me, a single misspelled word was enough to trigger a failing warning from the app, followed immediately by my mom's harsh punishment. At first, I tried to explain. Later, I stayed silent. In the end, I could only kneel and beg. My mom remained unmoved. "Trash doesn't deserve sympathy," she said coldly. "You'll thank me when you become successful in the future." On the first day of the New Year, my mom took Jason out to visit our relatives and exchange greetings. I, meanwhile, was burning with a high fever and could not even finish the day's assignments. Ignoring my illness, my mom dragged me into a bathtub filled with ice. "If you're trying to escape studying, you don't deserve to live," she said. "Pretending to be sick? If you've got the guts, then just die already." She forced my head underwater and raised a rod, smashing it against my skull again and again. I begged desperately for mercy, but it was futile. My mom left with Jason, and I curled up alone on the floor. She was right. Only those who work hard deserve to live.

“Druida, did you hear me? What are you doing? Where are they going?! MISSY COME BACK HERE!” Silvan screams. “Sit down and shut up, Silvan. You are a pathetic disgrace right now.” I tell him, waving my hand at the chair, which buckles his knees so he falls into it. “A.. What did you just call me woman?!” He hiss, glaring at me. I unleash some of the power he felt yesterday, staring him directly in the eyes. “I said you are a pathetic disgrace right now. Shut up and listen. How the fuck do you think they died?” I ask him harshly, almost facepalming myself. Silvan’s eye darkens in rage. “Jessica.” She traveled back in time to save her brother from becoming evil and her parents from dying, but now she finds herself in the middle of the enemy camp, close to high ranking officers and the stakes are higher than before. Druida means Wise One, that that is exactly what she needs to be if she wants to do what she came back for. Her mission is simple, but is it? She came back with one objective, not calculating on the Faiths putting twists in her way. She does not count on meeting people she'll get close to, not counting on meeting her mate nor counting on how difficult it is to keep the knowledge from the future to herself when she confronted with the parents she is so desperately trying to save. Will she succeed and save the future for herself, her brother and her entire family, or will she return to a future where things are worse than how she left them? Only time will tell, and everything is at stake in this thrilling sequel to His Magic Luna.

Harriet Avellino received a death sentence for killing the old billionaire, Sorren Fabroa, the owner of Fantell Architecture Firms. After serving the Fabroa Family and did her very best as the chairman’s secretary, Harriet couldn’t believe that she’ll be sentenced guilty at the crime she did not do. Although everyone knows how much Sorren treat Harriet as if his real granddaughter, no one took her side. At her last day, Harriet's friend visited her in the jail. She is Reese, an old friend who turned out to be the missing daughter of a billionaire Astell Wyatt, and also the fiancee of the man Harriet is in love with. Harriet thought that Reese visited her to tell that she believes her and to mourn in sorrow at the sad end of her friend. However… “I know you aren't the one who killed sir Sorren. But you need to disappear, Harriet,” said Reese with a grin on her lips. “For my happiness, the real heir must die. You'll do it since we're friends, right?” At the last day of her life, Harriet just found out that Reese stole her identity. She snatched her position as the heir of Wyatt corporation, and the chance to be the fiancee of Zion Fabroa, the man Harriet loves the most. But it is too late. When Harriet sat at the electric chair to receive her sentence, she knew it's too late for her. However, by the time she closed and opened her eyes, a miracle happened. The time turned back. And so, going back to the past, Harriet vowed to revenge at the people who abandoned her, who stabbed her from the back and those who stole her love and wealth that should be hers. The real heir came back with vengeance.

When I'm seven years old, my dad turns me in to the Court Judgment of the Born Wicked because of my tendency to vomit. If I'm found guilty, my blood ties with my dad will be forcibly severed. Then, I'll be sent to prison. Everyone claims that Dad is just making a fuss over nothing. "Your daughter is still so young, so it's natural for her to fall ill. As a father, you should be more considerate toward her." But when the evidence is shown, everyone clamps up immediately. There was once when Dad drank so much to the point he suffered from gastric bleeding. The business contract that he managed to convince his client to sign was all soiled because I vomited on him as soon as he got home. Thanks to me, the contract was voided. Dad got fired on the spot. During Bryce Fuller, my older brother's birthday, I vomited onto his birthday cake in front of his classmates. Because of that, Bryce was isolated by all of his classmates. He became so depressed that he tried to slit his wrist in an attempt to take his own life. I'll keep vomiting everywhere, be it at the dining table or on my bed. Dad and Bryce have to clean me up more than 30 times every day. They suffer greatly because of me. What angers everyone the most is that after I'm done vomiting, I'll laugh at everyone in a provocative manner. The judge gives his verdict instantly, claiming that I'm wicked by nature. Bryce's eyes redden immediately. As he cries, he tells me that he can't bear to see me leaving him. I never shed any tears, nor do I throw a tantrum. Instead, I accept the judge's verdict calmly, but with a prerequisite condition that the judge finishes watching my memories. The judge is shocked, to say the least. "We'll have to crack your skull open in order to extract your memories. You'll be in a world of pain. Are you sure about that?" I nod in determination. But Bryce, on the other hand, looks alarmed. "I won't agree to that!"

I leaned over her, brushing a kiss on her lips. “One last thing. Do you want me to gag you, or are you good?” She tilted her head, smirking. “What, are you worried my moans might be too loud for your neighbors?” I laughed outright. “Honestly? I don’t give a damn how loud you get. In fact, I want you to be as loud as you want. The louder, the better and that means, I’m doing a good job.” I winked, then moved past her, settling between her thighs. ***** In a marriage reduced to cold silence, Lena Marsh’s anniversary ends with an empty chair and a breaking point. Then Adrian Blackwood steps in, her billionaire boss’s dangerously seductive brother. His gaze strips her bare, promising to ruin her with slow, filthy touches that leave her trembling and soaked. One forbidden night, and she’s addicted to the way he claims her body like it’s his birthright. But obsession has eyes everywhere. Her boss watches with possessive hunger, his stare dark and unyielding, and he wants her locked away from everyone, especially his brother. And when her husband Noah finally wakes up, he fights dirty to reclaim what he ignored, his renewed passion bruising and desperate. Caught between three men who crave her in wildly different ways, a reborn husband, a reckless lover, and a controlling boss, Lena isn’t just tangled in lust. She’s the match. And when secrets ignite, she could burn their entire empire to the ground.

...Maurice stood looking at me, his eyes bright with fury. I saw him tight his fist and loosen it. “Let's get this damn meeting done!" He said, heading towards where I sat. “Of course we should, loser!" “Sit!" I ordered. Maurice stared menacingly at me for a few seconds, before he began to head to the empty bistro chair at my side. ‘Was this pauper thinking he could do anything stupid?!' I scoffed, sipping from my glass again before calling to one of my men. “Get another glass, Bill!" I ordered. Bill went in and in a flash he arrived with a glass in his hands, opening the bottle of spirit and pouring it to the empty glass. “I don't drink during business meetings" Maurice said. “Touché!" I chuckled, waving Bill away. **** Billionaire daughter, Natalie Escobar faces the dilemma of choosing between Kevin Fidell and Maurice Brown. Kevin Fidell is the heir of a multi billion dollar company, the son of her father's best friend and a smooth operator when it comes to love making. Maurice on the other hand, is a smart young man, insanely in love with Natalie and determined to keep the love burning despite Jane being in the picture. When Natalie's father faces a huge downfall in his company, Kevin and his father comes to the rescue, leaving Natalie with no choice than to accept Kevin's marriage proposal. In the eve of their wedding, the worst happens. Kevin's real identity comes to light. Would she proceed with the wedding or would she accept Maurice instead despite his low financial status?. Swipe through the book and find out!

Harriet Avellino received a death sentence for killing the old billionaire, Sorren Fabroa, the owner of Fantell Architecture Firms. After serving the Fabroa Family and did her very best as the chairman’s secretary, Harriet couldn’t believe that she’ll be sentenced guilty at the crime she did not do. Although everyone knows how much Sorren treat Harriet as if his real granddaughter, no one took her side. At her last day, Harriet’s friend visited her in the jail. She is Reese, an old friend who turned out to be the missing daughter of a billionaire Astell Wyatt, and also the fiancee of the man Harriet is in love with. Harriet thought that Reese visited her to tell that she believes her and to mourn in sorrow at the sad end of her friend. However… “I know you aren’t the one who killed sir Sorren. But you need to disappear, Harriet,” said Reese with a grin on her lips. “For my happiness, the real heir must die. You’ll do it since we’re friends, right?” At the last day of her life, Harriet just found out that Reese stole her identity. She snatched her position as the heir of Wyatt corporation, and the chance to be the fiancee of Zion Fabroa, the man Harriet loves the most. But it is too late. When Harriet sat at the electric chair to receive her sentence, she knew it’s too late for her. However, by the time she closed and opened her eyes, a miracle happened. The time turned back. With that, Harriet vowed to revenge at the people who abandoned her, who stabbed her from the back and those who stole her love and wealth that should be hers. The real heir came back with vengeance.

Liliana Patrick, a twenty three years old timid and clumsy lady who lost everything in a blink of an eye. Suffer was an understatement in her case, she had nothing, no shelter, no friends, no family. But when she steps her leg in to Kings Company, she was introduced to another world she never knew about. Nicholas King, an example of rude and arrogant, cold, dominant, commanding and heartless. The thirty years took over his late father's property after he passed away, he shows no mercy to his workers, he can fire you with just a little mistake. But when his eyes roam her body as she walks into his office, he claimed her as his. I took a seat in front of him. "Good morning Sir-" I greeted but he cuts me off. "Did I ask you to seat?" His voice, so raspy, so deep, so sensual, so husky and so......British? I never knew the Kings were British. But what took my attention were those words he said. "Uhh....." I stood up immediately. "I'm sorry" I apologize but he looks angry or something. "You came sixteen minutes late, left my door opened, sat on the chair like you own the place" he snarled at me..... okay, Mr rude. "I.....I said I was sorry" I look away from him, he shuffle and his cologne filled my nostrils, sandalwood and lavender oil. "You are not to talk back till I ask you to. Sit" he ordered and I did. He grabs what looks like my resumè, he looks at me in an instant. His blue orbs holds no emotions in his eyes as he stares at me, but what was so intriguing was the fact that he's intimidating me really bad.

In the heart of the SilverStone Pack, Sabrina Evergreen is chained to an Alpha who despises her. Her Husband, Alpha Damien Prince has spent two years punishing her for the murder of his true love, Elara, Sabrina’s twin sister. Yet beneath the loathing burns a raw, vivid, hunger. Every time her scent fills the room, Damien’s cock hardens, his wolf snarls mine, and he hates her more for it. When a rogue ambush leaves Damien broken and unable to fuck the wife he both craves and despises—he makes a ruthless decision: share her. He invites his bond brothers, Lucius and Thorne Blackwood, his best friends and Sabrina’s estranged stepbrothers—to take her body until he can reclaim it himself. What begins as punishment becomes obsession. Thorne pins Sabrina down with bruising grips and filthy taunts, fucking her hard and deep while whispering how much he hates that he needs her. Lucien binds her wrists, edges her until she’s sobbing, then fills her slow and deliberate, murmuring dark praises against her throat. Damien watches from his chair—cock throbbing in his hand, commanding every thrust, every moan, every time she comes apart. The lines blur fast. Rough hands turn tender. Hateful words melt into desperate confessions. And the true mate bond Sabrina’s hidden for years begins to roar awake—not just for Damien, but for all three of them. As rogue attacks escalate and a blood debt from the past demands her life as payment, Sabrina is forced to confront the truth: the men who own her body might finally want her heart. But trust is fragile, and betrayal cuts deepest when it comes from the ones who’ve already claimed every inch of you.

“How long has this been going on?” Fatima’s voice is steady, almost too steady. Her husband of six years stands there without a hint of shame. “Does it matter, Fatima? Yes, Leslie is pregnant with my child, but nothing is going to change,” he says, annoyed that she dares question him. Her calmness makes him shift, though he refuses to show it. “How. Long?” She repeats slowly, keeping her voice low so she won’t wake their sleeping children. “Three years.” Fatima blinks. “You’ve been cheating on me for half our marriage… with your business partner?” “Lower your voice. Don’t make it sound bad. I’m a man – these things happen.” He even chuckles. “Leslie will be taken care of. You’ll stay the wife, and Leslie and I–” “Will get married,” she cuts in. He stares, thrown off, until she adds, “Top drawer in your office. Divorce papers. Sign them first thing tomorrow.” No tears. No raised voice. No trembling. Just calm finality, and that unsettles him more than anger ever could. “I’m not letting that happen. You’re my wife.” “Ex-wife,” she corrects softly. Before he can react, Fatima pushes her chair back and stands. She doesn’t storm off or slam anything. She simply picks up a magazine from the table and walks out with quiet, controlled steps, far too composed for a woman ending a six-year marriage. And that hits him harder than any shouting would have. No tears. No pleading. No hesitation. Nothing. It wounds his pride. He deserves tears. “Hold on,” he snaps, rising quickly from his seat.