Ether On Periodic Table

"So, do you intend to give your daughter to us in exchange for the debt payment?" The man next to Tyler said, serious, analyzing me from head to toe with eyes full of malice. "Yes," my father replied sadly. He had no choice but to sell me in this marriage contract. I wasn't hurt; I knew that everything he had done was to save my mother's life while she was hospitalized. The man placed a contract and a pen on the table for us to sign. I trembled as I wrote my name, and soon after, Tyler Mitchell signed his carefully. The man next to him smiled and said, "It's done. Officially welcome to the Mitchell family, dear!" He looked at me with malice. "Tomorrow morning, we will come to pick you up. Take the opportunity to say goodbye to your parents!" He said seriously. In a desperate move to protect her family, Emily Parker marries Tyler Mitchel, unaware that he harbors a cruel desire for revenge against her. The marriage becomes a true nightmare, with Tyler meticulously planning physical and emotional tortures for Emily. However, the plot takes an unexpected turn when she discovers she is pregnant. This twist not only disrupts all plans but also awakens something unusual in the heart of the ruthless mafia boss. Now, he finds himself at a crossroads, forced to reassess his own feelings as he tries to protect the woman he vowed to torture. A story of vengeance, unpredictable twists, and the imminent arrival of a new life that completely changes the course of this contractual marriage.

After graduation, I struggle to find a job, while my girlfriend easily lands a position at a major company. She has been with me for two years, and to cheer me up, she even lets me hold onto her payroll card. Once I finally start working, she worries about my long commute and immediately buys me a car. Everyone around us envies me for having such a thoughtful girlfriend. To save up for a house, I secretly deposit my salary into her account. A year later, we decide to get married. Excited, she grabs my hand and says, "I know you don't have much saved. I don't need any wedding gift. All I want is your love." I am deeply touched by her consideration. But on our engagement day, she pulls out photos of me with a dozen women and accuses me of cheating. I look closely and realize I have never even met any of them. Then she shows me my card's transaction history, filled with charges at the notorious Solara Club. "You had my payroll card, and you used my money to indulge yourself!" she cries. "I'm not marrying you. Return my car and all the money you spent over the years. It adds up to 800 thousand dollars." I calmly place the payroll card she gave me on the table and say with a smirk, "Fine, let's settle this properly." When I present the detailed account prepared by my top lawyer, she is stunned.

It was our wedding anniversary when my husband's high school sweetheart posted a sonogram picture on her social media, with her captioning a public thank-you to my husband: [Thank you to the man who's been there for me for ten years, and for giving me a son.] The room spun, and anger surged through me as I quickly commented: [So, you're proud of being a homewrecker?] Almost immediately, my husband called, his voice full of rage. "How can you think such disgusting things? All I did was help her with IVF, fulfilling her dream of becoming a single mom. "And by the way, Ruby only needed one try to get pregnant, while you’ve been through three rounds with nothing. Your body is useless!" Just three days ago, he told me he was going abroad for business—ignoring my calls and messages the entire time. I thought he was just busy. However, it turned out he was with her, attending her prenatal checkup. Half an hour later, Ruby posted again, showing off a table full of delicious food. [I got tired of French food, so Ash made me all my favorite dishes. He’s the best!] I stared at the pregnancy test in my hand, the joy I had felt earlier now completely gone. After eight years of love and six years of swallowing my pride just to keep the marriage alive, I’m finally ready to let go.

Rafael is still here. I felt his hands wrap around my waist—his body pressing against mine. A sudden thrust nudged my nightie up into a dangerous territory. I pulled away, turning to face him—he was stark naked. His large, heavy penis swayed as he moved. I blinked, stunned. I scratched my forehead and sighed, “What is your problem?” He smirked. “You’re my problem.” --- They were in the bed, The shower, The balcony—but of course, the rain had its temper, and the thunder and lightning did their work... The floor, the coffee table, the wall, and back to the bed... Her weight pressed against him. They’d wanted each other for a long time— To feel, to smell, to fuck. Her legs locked tightly around his waist, Both hands on his chest, neck, and shoulder. His left hand clenched the bed, holding his weight, His other hand caressing her breast—warm, sensual, igniting desire and excitement. He drove his penis slowly, in and out of her, Covered in the slick, milky mix of semen and vaginal mucus. Their movements were freer now than when they started hours ago. The thunderstorm lingered, Creating the perfect atmosphere for their passionate lovemaking. The rain masked their moans and groans— But her screams leaked through, raw and breathless. **** Revenge and violence wraps around a handful of hated dark romance. A powerful woman struggles to find her son while being hurt and bedded by the man who might be behind her sorrow. ****

My family was the wealthiest in River City, with assets worth trillions. On my eighteenth birthday, my brother, Calvin Chester, gifted me an entire jewelry production line while my parents built a private museum and named it after me. The greatest hardship I’d ever faced? Learning how to spend my inheritance. Then I met Dario Darwin. For him, I cut ties with my family and helped him build his empire from scratch. But when I was three months pregnant, he demanded I drink on behalf of his assistant, Fran Fallon, a woman “slumming it” as an intern while secretly being the heiress to another fortune. “Stop pretending,” he sneered. “You’re not like Fran, raised in pampered luxury. You’re older, so act like it and take care of your juniors!” Then, to the clients leering around the table, “My wife’s just being dramatic. She can hold her liquor. Don’t hold back—pour her another!” Amid their jeers, he left with Fran, abandoning me to a room of drunken men. Years of sacrifice, only to be humiliated. I scheduled an abortion and called him. “We’re done.” Through the phone, Fran’s simpering voice chimed in, “It’s my fault that Clea is upset… I should quit and go home to my family’s billions.” “Ignore her. She’s faking it,” Dario cooed back. On the day Dario signed the divorce papers, my parents and Calvin came to take me home. Our marriage came to an end, but his tragedy was about to begin.

This is a modern adaptation of the classic tale "Le Mort d Arthur" also known as"King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table" told from the point of view of one of the classic villains, Morgana or Morgan Le Fay. In this version, Morgana is the hero, fighting against the forces of Queen Mab, the Evil Faerie Queen of Summer and Light. She has been trapped in a cycle of reincarnation where she has been assassinated before she rises to power as the Queen of Winter and Shadow. It is now 2025. Morgana has been reborn as a biracial woman named Faye Archer. She is living in Oakland (San Francisco East Bay) with her mother Elaine (the Lady of the Lake) and is still recovering from the tragic death of her father. She is a 23 year old college student with striking red hair and violet colored eyes. She and her best friend, Embyr (A no nonsense city girl with a sharp tongue and wit) attend a fancy bonfire party in the Kensington Hills, an exclusive neighborhood above Berkeley. She has a one night stand with a billionaire playboy, the 19 year old Arthur Drake, who happens to be the reincarnation of King Arthur. Shortly after waking up next to him, she discovers that he is her new stepbrother. She slowly starts to develop powers and runs into Devona, or Merlin, who is a beautiful woman that she is oddly attracted to. Devona, Arthur and Faye and Embyr go on several adventures together where they battle deadly monsters (the mysterious horsemen) take on the Queen of Summer, and fight for Avalon and Earth at a terrible cost.

That night, Liam served me my usual evening tea. I trusted him completely—he was my mate, after all, and a respected healer of Thornpack. I shouldn't have. When I woke up the next morning, my head was spinning. The special safe where I kept the morphing inhibitor—the one I'd spent my entire savings to import from Europe for our daughter Isla—was empty. Racing to the healing center, I found Liam celebrating. He was handing out moon-blessed wine, beaming with pride as Natalie's daughter Anna showed off her perfect transformation. My inhibitor had been used on his first love's pup instead of our own daughter. The shock triggered something in my brain. When I collapsed, they diagnosed me with the rare tumor that plagued our kind. Without inhibitors, I couldn't stop Isla's transformation that came early, her six year old body couldn't handle the massive wolf form and the force ripped through her young body. And I, for one, don't even have enough money to keep her in a treatment center. She died in my arms three days later, her little claws drawing blood as the pain overwhelmed her. Until her last breath, she kept asking why Papa hadn't come. Now, in my cold, empty home, with the white porcelain urn containing her ashes on the table, I touch her and decide to sever our partnership.

My family was attacked by rogue wolves when we entered their territory. My wolf was gravely injured, and in the end, I was the one who saved everyone.
As I collapsed, exhausted, no one came to me—they all ran to my adopted sister, Fiona, fussing over a few shallow scratches.
By the time pack members carried me to the infirmary, the healer delivered the cruel news: my wolf had been struck by a silver dagger, and the one-month-old pup in my womb wouldn’t survive.
Yet my mate, Luke, had given the only life-saving treatment to Fiona. With no other choice, I refused the healer’s remedies and numbed my wolf’s pain with crude herbs—knowing it would only buy us three days before death.
In those last days, I let everything go. I gave Fiona all my possessions and insurance money while my parents smiled in approval. I signed the bond-severing agreement Luke slid across the table without a second thought. Luke was satisfied, believing I was considerate. Kane, my brother, nodded his head when I told him to give my room to Fiona.
Even my son, Jim, squealed with joy when I asked him to call her “mom.” No one questioned why I gave all my belongings to Fiona, and their approving gazes said it all: “Good. The old Emma is back. But as the clock ticked down, one thought haunted me:
When they find our bodies—my wolf and my unborn pup—will that satisfaction turn to regret?

“You're more exciting than I expected” Alex whispered behind me, his voice sending hot shivers down my spine and I gulped down on my saliva. “W - W - What do you want from me” I stammered while asking him the question, he laughed out before turning me to face him. “I want you, all of you. You will be my new toy” He said, staring deep into my eyes and I could feel my heart beating fast. He did something that I could never forget in my lifetime, something that would make me the target of every girl present in the school. He took a few steps away from me before drawing the attention of everyone present in the cafeteria. “Announcement everyone, starting from today, Katherine is my girl. No one is allowed to go near her or harm her, if you have a problem with that come face me” with that he walked out of the cafeteria left me alone to face the glaring eyes of the ladies. Katherine Thrones is a good girl, has good grades, and is amazing at everything she does, living her life as quietly as possible until one day, she bumps into the shoulder of Alexander Walter, the bad boy, the player, and the troubles maker of the school. The captain of the football team. What happens when Alexander decided to focus his attention on the quiet geek girl Katherine and make her his play toy. Will Katherine fall victim to his trap or will the table be turned around?

From her childhood, Samantha has lived under the shadow of her stepsister Jazz. From favorite clothes, cute jewelry, Jazz took away everything Samantha liked, including Alexander Heiden, the man Samantha has secretly liked for many years. Alexander Heiden is the son of the wealthy Heiden family. He's been looking for the little girl who saved his life from a kidnapping. A misunderstanding made him think that girl was Jazz. Alexander began to pursue Jazz. Jazz was cold at the beginning, but she accepted him when she found Samantha had a crush on Alexander. The night of their engagement party, Alexander mistakenly recognized Samantha as Jazz. He slept with her. The next morning, naked Samantha and Alexander were found. Jazz used it to cancel the engagement, and misled Alexander into thinking this was Samantha who drugged him. Alexander's father angrily scolded him and demanded that he marry Samantha instead or he would deprive him of his inheritance rights. Alexander could only agree, but he swore he would never love her. Samantha promises to herself that she will anything to work this marriage. But her world shatter again when Alexander demand her to sign the divorce paper. Samantha knows its's all her step-sister doing so she left without fighting with Alexander child inside her belly. Three years later they all meet again but this time the table is turn. "This time I will show you all what power is actually means." Samantha says as she look at her ex-husband and her family.