Dry Water

“Strip.” He ordered simply, his eyes boring tentatively, “I'll not give you the liberty of picking up your clothes if you will not do as you're told.” “You married me to get revenge on me!” I spat, angrily. “You are not supposed to have any carnal knowledge of me, I won't let it happen.” He smiled. The same smile that cuts across his lips yet doesn't reach his face. “You want me to have sex with you?” “Isn't that what you mean by stripping?” I asked, confusion boldly written on my face. A loud, dry mocking laugh from him almost made me wish for death. “No wife.” He whispered, standing up from the bed towards me. “I don't want to see any of my properties on you in my house, I want you tattered and extremely void, I want to see what you will do when you're all bare before me.” I stumbled backwards at the hatred in his voice. “I want to see you at your lowest, Now strip!”

Two decades earlier, the realms of the Four Courts waged war against the covens of witches. Neither side would yield, though both were bleeding themselves dry in a war that spanned five brutal years. The Courts relied on their noble bloodlines, the witches on their wild and ancient spells. Each skirmish ended in ash, with neither enemy capable of breaking the other. Then a sorcerer from the Courts revealed a weapon: an octagonal crystal forged from eight different stones, each carved from the essence of a court. On the battlefield, before witches or nobles could comprehend what was happening, the crystal ignited. A blinding eruption of light burst forth, eight rays fusing into one unbearable brilliance. It was not merely sight that was torn away in that flash — but power, essence, and soul. Both Courts and witches alike fell, drained of the magic that had defined them. When the light faded, the battlefield lay silent under a sky of glittering dust. The enchantments were gone. The witches’ spellcraft, the courts’ line-born sorcery — extinguished forever. Neither side had won. Both had lost. And magic never returned.

An archer journalist who sneaks out of her office just to stalk some billionaire. She wants to snip dry of his secrets and those secrets will be a very big help to Karina. She's feeding four heads and bringing all of them to college. Being promoted to as the Archer Journalist is a big of help but still not enough. She needs something that will create her big break and her big break is this man, Allistair Montero. That billionaire who seemed to have no flaw, but nothing can hide from the seer personality of hers. She believe that even the most flawless person has a mole and if she can't find a scar in him, better find something like the littlest mole he has. After all, people will still be interested whatever it is that she will discover from him. Everything was smooth about her mission to stalk him but what she didn't expect was that the secret he was hiding wasn't anything from the past or anything important that could ruin his reputation but rather hers. He wasn't hiding a thing, he was hiding someone.

My dad called me right after I got paid. He said my little brother needed money for school, Grandma had medical bills, and there was still the rent, water, and electricity. Then, at the end of the call, he admitted he’d lost money gambling. I sat in the security booth, rubbing my bad leg, completely lost for what to do. A car horn blared, and I quickly raised the security bar. Just one look and you could tell how expensive the car was. It belonged to the boss, who had a thing for amputees. Damn it.

Our expedition team ventured into a desert wilderness to investigate rare mineral resources when we were suddenly struck by extreme heat that reached 158 °F. I nearly passed out from dehydration and quickly reached into my backpack for the electrolyte water I had prepared in advance. Just as I was about to drink it, I realized the bottle was half-filled with urine. When I turned around, I saw Ben Murphy, my wife’s childhood friend, gulping down my electrolyte water. As I was about to confront him, Amy Garner, my wife, grabbed my sleeve and said, “Don’t be mad. I gave Ben your electrolyte water. He’s almost dehydrated. You can make do with this for now.” My vision started to blur. Clutching the half-empty bottle of urine, I asked through gritted teeth, “I’m dehydrated. Instead of letting me rehydrate properly, you want me to drink this? Are you trying to kill me?” Amy was upset. “Don’t be ridiculous! Ben doesn’t work out daily like you do. He can’t handle this heat. Wasn’t it right to give him the electrolyte water? Besides, urine can hydrate you, too! Don’t be picky at a time like this.” Seeing how unreasonable she was being, I sent a distress signal with my location just before losing consciousness. [Severely dehydrated, near death. Expedition mission suspended. Request immediate rescue. Also reporting a robber in the team. Notify the police immediately.]

My body sinks, water rushing through my nose and mouth like icy needles. I keep my eyes open, praying for a miracle. And then—he appears. A glowing form slicing through the water like lightning. His ginger hair floats around him, a halo of fire in the depths, dancing like the sea itself. He looks like an angel. My angel. My beautiful, guardian angel. --- Nineteen-year-old Marinette Karnowsky knows life as a bed of thorns and broken glass. Abandoned, abused, and barely surviving college on her own, she’s grown used to pain. But everything changes the day her long-lost stepsister returns—sweeping Marinette away to a strange, stunning house in a town that doesn’t exist on any map. A town where the supernatural breathes beneath every shadow. There, Marinette uncovers truths she never imagined. Her beloved sister is not entirely human—and the town, not entirely safe. As she tries to make sense of it all, Marinette meets her sister’s best friend: a golden-haired boy with a blazing smile and fire in his soul. The deeper she falls, the harder it becomes to ignore the pull between them—even if it risks everything, especially her sister’s heart. But their connection runs deeper than attraction. There’s a secret buried in the halls of her new college, one that ties Marinette, her sister, and her mysterious fire-haired prince in ways none of them fully understand. And as that secret begins to surface, so does a destiny Marinette never asked for… and may not survive.

"You're wrong my wife, i'm your husband and i will make sure that you'll remember that."- AZRAEL FORNITE Arrange Marriage? Iyan ang dahilan kung bakit ikinasal si Corrine Cortez sa long time first love niya na si Azrael Fortnite. At dahil sa pagmamahal na 'yun ay naging bulag siya sa coldness at dry na pakikitungo nito sa kaniya. She do the wife material para kay Azrael, pero bigla itong nawala at nalaman niyang umuwi ito sa Romania nang walang paalam sa kaniya. She waited for him to come home hanggang mabalitaan niya na may babae itong binibigyan ng panahon at oras. She was devastated, until accident happened. Paano kung malaman ni Azrael na nawawala si Corrine, at nang mahanap niya ito ay hindi na siya nito kilala, and worst ibang lalaki na ang sinasabing mahal nito at hindi na siya. Will Azrael fall on his knees at siya naman ang maghabol kay Corrine?

From birth, Rhea is cursed with the inability to connect with her inner wolf and shift. However, this isn't the only effect of her curse. Instead of shifting at every full moon, like the other werewolves, Rhea enters in her heat. And to add to her misfortune, she's chosen to be Luna of Callisto — the ruthless new Lycan King who seized his father's throne by ripping off his head and displaying it in the palace towers. Callisto Del Amathea, the new King, never been affected by other women's pheromones, and it's said that his are so strong they make even the greatest of alphas sick. He's also said to be a cruel man that, like his people, hates the werewolves. But when Rhea moves to this realm of dry lands, she discovers that things may not be what really seem... [...]“Rhea Calirianne. The Oracle has chosen you as the rightful partner of the 47th King of the Lycan Realm, Callisto del Amathea.” Yes, Rhea's mate is the ruthless new Lycan King... And now, they're bound until death do them apart. WARNING: BOOK FOR +18 READERS (MATURE CONTENT)

He straddled me, his hips swirling in slow, maddening circles. His body was right there, pressing into mine, and I couldn’t escape it; I didn’t want to. His hands found mine and guided them to his chest, and when my palms touched his warm skin, I was gone. My pulse was a blur of frantic beats pounding in my ears, drowning out the crowd's cheers and whistles. With his face inches from mine, Alec leaned in. His breath ghosted over my lips, his smile, cocky, knowing, playful, and somehow tender all at once. “You okay there?” he asked with an amused tone, and I opened my mouth, desperate to say something—anything—but nothing came out. My throat was dry, my skin was on fire and my mind was completely blank. All I could do was stare at him, completely mesmerized by how his body moved against mine and that wicked smirk on his lips. Before I knew it, heat pooled low in my belly, spreading downward, and I instinctively clenched my thighs together to stop the throbbing that ignited between my legs, but it was too late as I dampened the soft leather.

"I really miss you. It feels like a dry throat that longs for water. All this time, without you realizing it, you have disturbed my life. And now it's my turn to do that with you. Even if that feeling has disappeared in your heart, then I will make that feeling come to the surface again. I will make you fall in love with me again. Until finally, you gave up and were willing to accept me," said Gladwin confidently. "It's not that easy, Uncle. I can't be with you. It's better to give up all the intentions and plans in Uncle's mind. I can't be with you forever. I already have a promise that I will love Eijaz." Flavia answered weakly. ***** Abigail Said : "Chase him, defend him. Because love is not sitting still and watching but moving and fighting, if he is passive, you become active. If he's not a pervert, you are. Yes, it's okay to fumble a little. Just taste before you buy." Jonas Said : "Love, indeed, makes stones look like sponges. Bright heads become stupid. And makes perfect people blind and deaf."