Dungeon Meshi Daydream Hour

For five years, I thought our marriage was solid. Then, my husband, Lionel Franco’s first love, Sandra Howard, posted a photo of a property deed on her social media. The caption read: [Thank you, Lionel, for transferring the house to me.] I stared in disbelief and left a single comment: [WTF?] Lionel called within minutes. “She’s a struggling single mother. Transferring the house to her makes it easier for her son to get into school. It doesn’t affect where we live,” he snapped. “How can you be so lacking in compassion?” In the background, I heard her muffled sobs. Half an hour later, she tagged me in another post.  This time, she flaunted her Mercedes worth over a million dollars, with the caption: [Paid in full. As the saying goes, ‘Where a man spends his money, that's where his heart is’.] I knew he bought it to soothe her temper. But this time, I had enough. I decided to divorce him.

Jenny posted a picture of me and her brother, who had an intellectual disability. The caption? "Finally, a happy ending!" The comments were all the same: "Is this your sister-in-law? She’s gorgeous!" I simply replied with a question mark, but Jenny ignored me and responded to someone else instead. "She's kinda my sister-in-law, yes!" It didn't take long for Steven to call me, his tone full of anger. "It was just a little edit, do you really have to blow things out of proportion?" Half an hour later, Jenny posted another photo of her sitting in Steven's luxury car, and even tagged me in it. "We may not be related by blood, but this big brother of mine has always been my rock!" Steven commented. "I'll always be here." I knew he was trying to get a rise on me on purpose to appease Jenny, but I didn't grace them with a reply this time. All I did was like the post and file for divorce.

On our fifth anniversary, I came across the Instagram page of a stranger named Serena Reed. The girl lay sideways on a hospital bed, her bandage-wrapped hand intertwined with a man's larger hand. On the man's ring finger was a moonstone ring, with Vincent Carter's name and my own name clearly engraved on the band. Below the photo, the girl had written: "It's just a tiny scratch, but he was so worried he insisted I stay in the hospital. Being loved like this feels incredible!" An hour earlier, Vincent had apologized to me over the phone. "Nina, there's an urgent matter with the patrol team. Don't wait for me for dinner. When I come back, I'll bring you a gift." He was not coming home for our anniversary because he was with another woman. I silently melted down the moonstone ring and sent it to Vincent as a gift. Then I packed all my belongings, including the pup in my womb, and left the Shadow pack quietly, never to return.

“What's a beautiful girl like you doing on the roadside at this late hour of the night?” Justin asked, his eyes watching Olima's face intently as she ran away from him and fell to the ground. "Come with me. I won't hurt you," he promised, extending his right hand to her. Olima hesitated, before accepting Justin's hand and standing up from the ground. Will she trust him? Will he protect her and not take advantage of her? *** Olima Adams was a 17-year-old girl and lost her parents. However, her wicked stepmother sent her away. Olima ran into Justin Robert, and he took her home to his parents' house. Will Justin's mother accept Olima as her son's wife? What if she wanted her best friend's daughter as her daughter-in-law? Will Olima be able to over her evil stepmother and Justin's family? Find out what happened to her.

I swallowed hard. “Teach me the things that bad girls like.”“Oh, my sweet, little bunny, I’ll teach you lots of things, but I won’t make you a bad girl…” He smirked and pinned me to the bed, causing me to arch my back, whilst peering down at me with a smoldering gaze.“I’ll make you MY good girl,” he promised instead.***I was a good girl my whole life. When I found out my fiance cheated on me, banging my sister right after he secured my family’s investment, suddenly, I didn't want to be a good girl anymore, so I went to his father.Ellis Peterson never cared to be in a relationship. Rumors said that he had an extraordinary hold on women. He led me to his personal playpen, a "dungeon" filled with toys. I just never thought that I would become one of his toys.Daddy Dominant's Good Girl is created by Reina Bellevue, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

“By the way, I saved you from your mate that rejected you without thinking twice, what do I get for it?” Those were the exact words of the man I was sold to by my mate the day I stepped into his mansion. Thick saliva landed roughly into the pit of my stomach. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. Only bubbles. His eyes colour was dark but who is to say it wasn't as dark as his intentions. What are the chances I was not in more danger than I would have been with my mate that rejected me. ************************************************* Amaya went from learning that her mate was the Alpha of her Pack whom she detested, to being rejected and offered the role of becoming his slut by the same Alpha. But then her story changed in a way she never expected nor wanted. She would have preferred staying in the dungeon where her mate threw her than to be sold to the infamous tyrant Alpha to stop an impending war. With a new Alpha in the picture, Amaya's life was only getting started. The question remains if it was for good or for bad.

Six years into a mildly loveless relationship with her husband the Alpha, Selene does everything in her power to keep the outside ears from knowing how much her relationship with the alpha was dying while she tried to care for her only daughter. She was a Luna with a rare disability; a crippled wolf, and would be considered useless as she could not defend herself in the presence of danger but she had countered her disability with selflessness towards her park members, but things take a drastic turn when Selene discovers how much of her effort was wasted on the wrong set of people. She found out her husband was having an affair with her older sister, which led to a severe retaliation of the Alpha on her little girl. Ella, Selene's daughter , experienced a traumatic sickness which led her to coma, while Selene was rejected and locked up in the park dungeon to die. But hope arrives unexpectedly when the Alpha’s brother, the man who had been rumoured to be dead, unexpectedly appeared to save her and her child, but not without a condition.

Her name is Bunny Wild, at least that is what she is called in her videos. Alexis, as she is known to her close friends, is one of the main females within the p*rn company. She's no stranger to getting paid for having her acts filmed, however, when a high profile billionaire calls her boss and offers forty thousand to have Alexis for an hour and he film it himself, Alexis, is shocked, as it steps away from her usual work, no one requests the actors. This changes what she does, from prostitution, but her boss insists she goes to the man's place and follows his orders as she would at a regular shoot. Eros Pierce, the billionaire, has watched Alexis at work many times and has one fantasy that he believes she and only she can accomplish. Only he finds out her boss wasn't even giving Alexis 10% of what he was paying, and tries to cut out the middle man.

Although their marriage was not based on love in the beginning, Elena gave her heart to Damian, the man she once believed was her forever. She loved him with a devotion that burned through every storm, but when false whispers and cruel betrayals poisoned his trust, their love began to unravel. Now abandoned in her darkest hour, Elena clings to life as she fights to bring their fragile child into the world alone. Every cry of pain is a reminder of the man who should have been by her side but instead handed her a divorce agreement through a lawyer’s cold words, yet even as her body breaks and her heart bleeds, Elena cannot kill the love she feels for Damian. It lingers, haunting her, making every memory both a comfort and a torment. He was her first love, her only love; and perhaps her greatest mistake, but when tragedy and love collide, sometimes the cruelest ending is not deatth, it’s surviving with a heart that will never be whole again.

I've been married to Elliot Graves, the mafia drug lord in NYC, for the past eight years. But today—on our wedding anniversary—I received a photo of him with my best friend, Lila, celebrating as if they were the ones married. And in her arms was my son, Owen. I stared at the image, then typed out two words in reply. “How perfect.” Half a hour later, Elliot stormed through the front door. His voice thundered through the hallway. “Why do you always have to be so bitchy to Lila?” Owen, my own little boy, shoved at my leg and glared. “Bad Momma,” he said. “I wish Miss Lila was my real mommy.” I didn’t flinch. I simply walked over to the drawer, pulled out the crisp stack of papers I’d long prepared, and dropped them on the table with a quiet finality. “Alright,” I said, my voice calm. “It’s all my fault. Now, can I go?”