Drawing With A Message

After the real son, Asher Vale, was brought back, everything in our house became tied to drawing lots. The chef of the day, who would have to cook a particular person's preferred dishes, had to be decided by drawing lots. Even our parents' kisses and hugs were chosen the same way. I always drew the short stick. The long stick, by default, belonged to Asher. He never had to do anything to receive our parents' love. Whenever I felt it was unfair and wanted to cry, Mom would scold me sharply, "I bought the lot-drawing box because I was afraid you'd feel hurt. I wanted to be fair to both of you. If you want something, decide it yourselves. Your father and I won't interfere. If you can't draw the long stick, you can only blame your bad luck." So I began practicing every day, shaking the box diligently, over and over, in hopes that one day, it would help me earn my parents' love. Unfortunately, for ten years, I never once drew the long stick. Until my birthday. Asher wanted to go to the amusement park, and Mom once again told us to decide by drawing lots. I secretly glued the two short sticks together and handed them to Mom, hoping to keep her with me. She slapped me hard across the face, screaming that I was cheating and disobedient. Then she stormed out of the house with Asher. When I fell to the ground, the short stick stabbed deep into my neck. 'I'm sorry, Mom. Next time, I'll work harder. Next time, I'll definitely draw the long stick.'

She closed her eyes feeling satisfied with her message. But she opened her eyes as realization hit her. "Oh, God! I am such an idiot! How could I send him such a blunt message? He will think I am a creep! My love story ended before it started!" She started whining like a kid and kicked her legs in the air feeling angry at herself. Her message was sent to him already and now she can't even delete it. "Please make me pregnant hubby!" ***** Emma Miller, Bold but becomes shy when she sees him! Dangerous but becomes nervous when she is around him! Crazy but becomes crazier when she falls in love with him!

It is 9:00 pm, and a soft glow still lights the master bedroom on the Lowe residence's second floor. "Helena, there's only a month left before the marriage agreement ends. Once it's up, I'll go ahead and arrange the fake death." Sitting at her vanity, Bianca Lane types the message and sends it to her mother-in-law, Helena Johnson. A reply comes back almost instantly. "Bianca, you've worked so hard these past ten years. You've taken such good care of Sebastian and even gave birth to a child for our family. "To me, you've always been my daughter-in-law. Why not just forget about the agreement?" Reading the message, Bianca unconsciously tightens her grip on her phone before quickly typing her response. "No, Helena. Let's just stick to the agreement."

" Ceci est un message de la part de la police, rester chez vous a partir de vingt-deux heures si possible accompagné. Le tueur cours toujours." Quand Eva entend pour le troisième fois ce message au journal elle comprend que c'est le début d'une enquête difficile. Le soir même elle reçoit un appelle de la part du ministère de la sécurité publique. Avec son assistante elle se rend a la capitale Yastre. Eva Hearth, métisse de deux nation en guerre parviendra-t-elle a mettre la mains sur le meurtrier aux lettres ? La réponse est peut-être à la fin de cette histoire.

Pamela, a devout choirgirl and college student, hides a secret craving for submission beneath her innocent facade. When she meets Richard Carter, her stern history professor with a commanding presence, she falls into a whirlwind of forbidden pleasure—rough hands, whispered commands, and punishments that leave her trembling. But Richard has his own secrets, drawing Pamela into a world of whispered secrets, rough pleasure and violence.

While my boyfriend, Caleb Lawson, is in the shower, I grab his phone on a whim and drop a message in the group chat he's in with his friends. "Guess who I'm with tonight." I expect them to say my name, but their reply blindsides me. "That freshman who used to chase you when you were a sophomore? She's obsessed with you. She's definitely easier than your girlfriend. Want us to swing by tonight?" My gut tells me he's hiding more than an affair. Just as I start scrolling through his messages with the freshman, a notification from her pops up. "Caleb, I agree to the threesome. I'll do anything you want." Seconds later, another message appears in the group chat. "Just be careful this time. We don't need another body on our hands."

They ruined her, taking away the only thing she cared most about and now she was going to take revenge, she was going to destroy them all, crumble them from the inside and triumph over their destruction, while she watch them beg for mercy before drawing their last breath. It's payback time and no one will be left untouched, not even her mate.

Life is Good… Charlotte is expecting her Master’s baby. Beth is pregnant by Richard, and now Michael’s ‘Second Wife’. The Triad and the Couple are drawing ever closer. James has an ‘understanding’ with Klempner: He will stay away and allow Mitch to live her own life. Life is close to perfect. What could possibly go wrong?The Master's Child is created by Simone Leigh, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

A message came through on my husband's phone. 'Hey, baby. Hope this gets you nice and hard. Can't wait to see you tonight xoxo'. What? I was shocked! But I was even more shocked when I saw the picture. A woman in a skimpy, slutty, red lace bar. The bra was so sheer you could see her nipples. She had red lipstick, her face in a sexy pout. The woman was my husband's first love – Ellie! My husband was cheating on me? A wave of nausea washed over me. My heart raced. I felt dizzy. It was clear from the message that this wasn't the first time, either. I would never tolerate such a thing. I asked for a divorce and threw away my wedding ring. He would definitely regret it when he found out I was actually a billionaire. But so what? I don't care.

I'm staring at this man who looks exactly like my husband, overwhelmed by fear, as I received a message that read, "He's not your husband!"What's even more bizarre is that the name displayed as the sender of the text on my phone is "My Dear Husband"!Who on earth should I believe?