Novel & Cerita Dress

"Stay away from me you monster!” I screamed at the top of my lungs while I sat there breathless and sweaty. My dress was ripped in half and my hair stood in my face. My eyes were furiously staring at him while I tried releasing my tied hands. ******* “Who the f**k are you, Levi? You can't just barge into my life and expect me to answer your every question.” I retorted, my blood already heating up. “Savannah, how could you keep our child a secret from me? Is this your way of punishing me for what happened between us?” His voice reverberated with an intense wave of anger. “Levi, I never wanted to keep her from you. You never gave me the chance to talk. You cut me off from everyone and everything. I was scared…scared of how you would react, scared of the consequences for both her and me,” I replied with tears streaming down my face. Levi interrupted me before I could finish what I was saying. It would have been helpful if he had taken the time to listen before interrupting. “Scared? Do you think that's an excuse? You denied me the right to be a father and be a part of her life. I won't stand for that” I tried explaining further, “Levi, I never denied you anything. You never gave me the opportunity, and I didn't know how to approach this situation. I wanted to protect her, to shield her from any pain or harm.” “Protect her? By keeping her away from her father? How could you be so selfish?

Everyone said I was lucky. After the Don, Lucas Vaughn, brought me back to his estate, I became the woman he treasured most. He would halt billion-dollar deals just to be home on time to put me to sleep. He even learned sign language in secret, just so he could communicate with me after my vocal cords were damaged. At first, I didn’t dare give him my heart. Whenever he looked at me, his focus would drift. He showered me with gifts, yet always disappeared on the days that mattered most. As the child in my womb grew, and as Lucas’s devotion intensified day by day, I let my guard down. I devoted myself completely to the role of wife and Donna. Until the night I gave birth. I hemorrhaged during a difficult labor, but Lucas never showed up. After surviving by sheer luck, I finally saw the trending news. Lucas attended a Thames-side gala arm-in-arm with rising movie star, Serena Vale. That was when I understood. To him, I had only ever been a substitute. He broke his rules for her again and again. He indulged her humiliations toward me and even shoved me toward armed attackers at the brink of life and death. Filled with hatred, I closed my eyes and sank into the deep sea, just as he wished. Later, he knelt, clutching the hem of my dress, begging, "Zoe, please give me one more chance. I’ll repay you with my life." His life was worth too little now. I no longer wanted it.

Daphne lili Thorne is nineteen and angry enough to burn the world down. When her family forces her into a marriage she never agreed to, she refuses to play the role of the quiet, grateful wife. She wasn’t raised to submit and she definitely wasn’t raised to belong to a stranger. Adrian Smith is twenty four and used to control. The marriage is nothing more than strategy to him, a move on a board he’s been winning on his whole life. Daphne is supposed to be easy,Predictable,Temporary. She isn’t. On their wedding night, Daphne points a gun at her new husband, her hands shaking but her resolve unbroken. “Put it down,” Adrian says calmly, still dressed in his wedding suit. “Go to hell,” she snaps, gripping the fabric of her dress as she keeps the gun aimed at him. She pulls the trigger. The bullet misses on purpose cutting close enough to leave his ear burning. Adrian doesn’t move. He just looks at her, something dark and dangerous flickering behind his eyes. For the first time, he realizes this marriage won’t be easy. And Daphne realizes something worse he’s not afraid of her at all. What begins as a power struggle turns into something neither of them expected. Beneath Adrian’s cruelty is a man shaped by violence and loss. Beneath Daphne’s fire is a girl who has already survived her own kind of hell. They are not meant to save each other. But somehow, they become the only thing that makes sense in a world built on control, loyalty, and blood. Because even monsters were once human. And even angels can come from broken places.

[TRIGGER WARNING: Reader's Discretion Is Advised... This book contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content, violence, strong language, and dark romantic elements. It is intended for adult audiences (18+) only. Please proceed with caution if you are sensitive to any of these topics.] "You’re fucking dripping," he muttered, moving in and out of her. "All wet for me." He moved faster, rubbing her clit and she threw her head back. He took his fingers out and she groaned. He ripped her dress and took her already hard pink nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. She moaned even more, pushing her chest to his mouth. His hand played with the other exposed nipple and he twisted it, earning another loud moan from her. She wanted to feel him. It's been too fucking long. "Fuck me..." she said, her voice almost inaudible. Rico chuckled, so sinister yet so hot. "Such a needy little whore for me, aren't you?" He inserted two fingers inside her again, deep inside her, curling just right. "Say it. Say you're my whore." Calla didn't care if that made her feel worthless. She was a whore. His whore. "I... I am your whore," she moaned out, trying to bite it back. Rico smirked darkly. He inserted another finger and she bit into his shoulder to muffle her moan. He gripped her throat with the other hand, just enough to remind her who held control. "You like being used like this, don't you?" He growled against her ear.

After spending six months overseas expanding business, I had just closed a deal worth ten billion. Casually scrolling through the news, a headline made me stop dead in my tracks. [Shocking! Illegitimate Daughter Provokes Meyer Family Heiress, Teacher and Classmates Punish Her!] In the video, my daughter Maeve stood in the freezing snow wearing nothing but a tattered dress, her body covered in bruises. She was being forced to endure the cold, her little frame shivering uncontrollably. A female teacher poked at Maeve's head, ordering the entire class to call her a shameless illegitimate child. Maeve sobbed, insisting she wasn't, but all she got in return was crueler, more mocking laughter from everyone around her. Then a chubby little boy ran up and slapped her across the face. "Your mom's a mistress, and you're a filthy illegitimate child! You're both just gutter rats!" The teacher didn't stop him—she clapped her hands in approval. "That's right! The Meyer family heir isn't something just any nobody gets to pretend to be." "Besides, Mrs. Meyer picks up Clarisse every single day. Look at her—so elegant, clearly classy. And your homewrecker of a mother? Pathetic. She's not even in the same league." When I heard that last line, I slammed my laptop shut, shaking with rage. I turned to my assistant. "Book me the fastest private jet home. I want to see for myself exactly when Aaron, that worthless husband of mine, managed to father an illegitimate child."

Harold missed our fifth anniversary. He said Rogues had attacked the border, and as the Alpha, he had to fight to protect the pack. However, the she-wolf who came to fetch him was dressed in a tight little dress and heels—she looked more ready for a date than a battle. Worried for Harold, I went to the Moon Goddess's altar to pray for his safety, like I always do whenever he's called to fight. However, on the way, a witch told me there was no war at the border at all. He lied to me. At that moment, I knew it was time to walk away. "I want to break my mate bond with Harold," I said. She turned the pages of an old, dusty spellbook. "Harold won't accept this. He was even willing to give up his claim to the Alpha title just to be with you." "I don't need his permission," I said. "I'm willing to pay any price." She sighed. "If your heart is truly set on leaving, I can brew a potion for you. One sip, and your scent will vanish from the pack's memory—as if you never existed. "However, think carefully. You'll lose your title as Luna, leave behind your home, your people. You'll start over somewhere new, where no one knows your name. Not even the Moon Goddess will be able to find you." I said, "I've made up my mind, I refuse to stay in a love built on lies. "How soon can I have the potion?" "Three days." Three days. Just enough time to say goodbye to everything I once called home.

Riley Cates was a happy 23-year-old woman because her dream was coming to a reality and she was getting married soon. She had a nice and rich family, but unfortunately, her family did not love her, the way they should. Her mother died 18 years ago and her father remarried Tabitha, a cruel cold woman who only cared about her interests. Tabitha had a daughter called Lisa and a son called Mark from her previous marriage and loved them dearly. Riley's father cared deeply about his children but did not show the same attention to Riley as he did to Lisa and Mark. For him, Riley was a girl, who reminded him a lot of his deceased wife, so he did not want to attach too much to her. Mark was a good guy, who decided to go and live abroad. Riley had a boyfriend Erick, whom she loved a lot. They were together for 3 years and wanted to get married. A few weeks before the wedding, while Riley was trying on her wedding dress she saw Lisa and Erick making out in front of the shop. Her world collapsed, she did not know what to do, how to act so at that moment she decided to get revenge, to make them both pay. That same day on the other side of the city a letter arrived in the Cates's household. It said that the Knight family is asking one of their daughters to marry their only son. The family had already heard about Bruce. They knew he was an ugly crippled and bad man. He had a temper as well. When Tabitha read the letter she had a plan in mind. She knew what she will do…

After being left at the alter shattered and heartbroken. Frederico DELUCA vowed to never get involved with any other woman in his life . He became cold and heartless and a heartbreaker. With their family being one of the leading crime families in Italy and as the second in command of the mafia, he is not a man to be messed with, but what happens when he meets her again. Aria Esposito The woman who took his heart in her hands and shred it into million pieces without remorse. After almost six years of being apart , they are brought together by faithand both wants nothing to do with each other. But when Frederico finds out about his son with Aria, he is willing to go to any length to keep his son even if it means walking down the alter with the woman he wants nothing to do with. EXTRACT " Let me go Fred, I said leave me " I yelled at him as i tried to free my wrist from his grip. ' Frederico DELUCA, i said let me go ' I screamed angrily as he threw me on the bed and lit up a cigarette whilst staring as my dress moved up. My heart beat against my chest crazily. " Where is my son?" " He's my son Frederico" I screamed in panic. " I won't repeat myself woman, tell me where Red is before I.............." He trailed. " You are a criminal, you are a criminal" I said as my breathing came out in cuts. " You should have thought twice before letting a criminal fuck you " he spat and i froze at his raw use in language. He's a criminal.....! I knew the DELUCA, they are all criminals

Marina, Lexy, Khloe, Samantha, Anna, Leticia, Angela, and Jennifer are just a few of the many names on Arthur Graham's list of special friends. Who shares his bed on the last days of every month, and whom he has to thank for his lifestyle. He's a smart, sexy devil man. Manipulative, and controlling, who takes advantage of his good looks to get what he wants. Many claim that he is insatiable when it comes to sex, he is a woman's wet dream. Therefore, he is used to always getting his way, with just a smile and nice words. Morgana Wilson is a girl with a somewhat difficult childhood and a rough adolescence after her parent's divorce. She is one of the few girls who not dreams of the white dress, the veil, and the pink house with the white-painted wooden fence. For her, love not exists, because the first time she experienced it was a complete disaster. Nor does she look for it in every man she meets. In the most casual way, Arthur and Morgana meet. And although neither is attracted to the other from the first moment, because both are immersed in their own affairs, a beautiful friendship arises between them. Together they are an explosion of charisma and radiate something else, which does not go unnoticed and causes curiosity to those who observe them. Until the night, Arthur accepts that he feels something more than a strong attraction for Morgana, who repeats, over and over again, that they are just friends, that love is not in their future plans, and that much fewer want to be just another name on his list. For both of them, their lives were perfect, until their closeness turned them into LOVERS. All rights reserved: ©2303103769712

By a twist of fate, my husband, Morgan Lancaster, and I perish together in a sea of flames. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the very day we received our marriage certificate. In my previous life, we appeared to be a loving couple in the eyes of others, yet Morgan refused to share a bedroom with me the entire time we were married. It was only moments before our deaths that I discovered I was merely a substitute for his first love and that he had chosen to remain chaste for her for life. After getting another chance at life, neither of us mentions the past. Instead, by mutual understanding, we file for divorce that same day. From that point on, we go our separate ways. Eight years later, Morgan shows up arm in arm with his childhood sweetheart, Freya Springer, at a business summit. He is now a prominent and celebrated rising star in the business world. Seeing me dressed in a plain outfit, he approaches with a glass of champagne. His tone drips with mockery as he asks, "Ms. Smith, even if you still have feelings for me, there's no need to dress like a waitress just to get close to me. You aren't hoping for a reconciliation, are you?" I say nothing and simply smile as I wave at someone in the distance. My son, Theo Coltrane, toddles over and tugs at the hem of my shirt. "Mommy, Daddy says that he's tired from waiting so long. When are you coming home with us?" The smile on Morgan's face freezes instantly, and he nearly loses his grip on the glass in his hand.