Examples Of A Simile In A Poem

Sign the damn divorce papers, Aurora.” Richard Snarled. A faint smirk touched my lips.Did he truly think I was that much of a fool? “You think I’ll grant you the privilege of spending my father’s wealth with your mistress?”My voice was cold, sharp as a blade. “I’m not signing a thing.” --- She died so she could live. After her husband, Richard and her best friend, conspired to murder her for her inheritance, Aurora awoke in a new body, her memories perfectly intact, She soon discovered her husband and her best friend were now married, and in control of the fortune she thought she had left behind. Now, armed with a different face, she has returned. The game has changed. The betrayed wife is gone, and in her place stands an avenger, ready to destroy the people who killed her and reclaim the life they stole.

After my husband has passed away, I feel my carnal desires building rapidly every single day. At night, I yearn for someone to break and conquer me roughly. I'm at the age when I crave physical intimacy the most. Coupled with the weird ailment, I find myself constantly tormented by my urges all the time. Having no other choice left, I can only turn to the village doctor to treat my embarrassingly weird condition. But little do I know that he'll…

On the day we finalized our college applications, I chose Cromwell University. The moment my brother saw it, his expression turned icy. Before I even understood what was happening, everything went black. When I woke up, I was trapped inside a glass box. All because our cousin Wendy had failed to get into Cromwell. To make it up to her, he ordered his men to carry me to an underground auction, putting me on display for a hundred strangers to gawk at for entertainment. I pounded on the glass, crying and begging for someone, anyone, to let me out. No one came. Men gathered around, their gazes shameless and invasive, murmuring to each other as if I were an object, something to be assessed and priced. My brother stood among them, watching. Then he smiled. "You brought this on yourself," he said lightly. "You had everything, our parents' support and my protection, and still you went after Wendy. You even had someone threaten her. "Because of you, she missed her exams. Because of you, she lost Cromwell." He took a step closer, his voice turning colder. "Your life's been too easy. It's time you learned what it feels like to be humiliated." I sank to the floor of the glass box, my body trembling, my mind going blank. While I was being reduced to nothing, he booked an entire resort in Wendy's honor, hosting a grand celebration for her acceptance to Halvard University. Later, when our parents called and asked him to bring me along, his assistant interrupted with a message. "Mr. Lawson… the police have confirmed Miss Kelly's death."

"Don't try to escape, Lisa. Be a good girl, and you won't have to be punished for it. From the moment you said yes to me, you became mine… your body and your life belong to me," his baritone voice whispered as his hands slid between my thighs. ** When Lisa Sanders is kidnapped by Alessio DeLuca, a ruthless Mafia boss, she’s thrust into a world of danger, luxury, and deceit. "She thought he was a monster. He thought she was his salvation." But the closer she gets to him, the more she realizes he’s not the monster she imagined. Beneath his cold exterior lies a man haunted by his own demons. In a world of lies, bloodshed, and forbidden love, can they survive the ultimate betrayal?

My health was not good, but I had always wanted a child. My husband, citing concern for my health, avoided intimacy with me for a year. Then I stumbled across his private messages with another woman. [You'll spend Valentine's Day with me, right? You're not going to touch her tonight, are you?] [You know I don't like doing it just to make babies. Got you some lingerie. Wear it for me tomorrow.] That ill-fitting lace lingerie he was talking about was on my body. I'd slipped it on while he was in the shower, thinking it was a Valentine's Day surprise from him. Turned out, he hadn't bought the wrong size. He had just sent it to the wrong address. I clicked on the woman's profile. Her latest video showed her at the beach, hand in hand with the person filming. I recognized her hand instantly. It belonged to my best friend.

On the fifth wedding anniversary of Kate and Vincent, saka naman umuwi sa bansa ang “white moonlight” ni Vincent, ang babaeng minahal niya noon at kailanman ay hindi niya nakalimutan. Sa gabing iyon, isang katotohanang mas masakit pa sa sampal ang nadiskubre ni Kate. Narinig niya si Vincent sa loob ng banyo, binibigkas ang pangalan ni Mitch habang nilulunod ang sarili sa pagnanasa. Sa sandaling iyon, malinaw na malinaw na sa kanya ang lahat. Ito pala ang totoo. Ito pala ang dahilan kung bakit, sa limang taon nilang mag-asawa, hindi man lang siya kailanman hinawakan ng sariling asawa. Sa limang taon ng kasal, hindi niya narinig ang I love you, pero paulit-ulit niyang narinig ang pangalan ng ibang babae. Ang pangalan ni Kate. “She’s alone.” “I promised her.” “She’s more suitable than you.” At sa bawat paliwanag ni Vincent, iisa lang ang sagot ni Kate. Alam ko. Okay. Go. Walang sigaw. Walang luha. Hanggang sa isang araw, pinili niyang umalis. Habang abala si Vincent sa babaeng hindi niya kailanman nakalimutan, tahimik naman na inihanda ni Kate ang sariling pag-alis…Palihim na nag-aral, nag take ng exams abroad, nag-apply ng visa, at inihanda ang annulment agreement. Nang akala ni Vincent ay wala na siyang babalikan, doon niya siya nawala. At nang muling nakita ng mundo si Kate, hindi na siya ang babaeng iniwan, kundi ang babaeng hindi na kayang abutin. Pero huli na ang lahat, dahil ang babaeng iniwan ni Vincent noon, ay isang babaeng hindi na niya kayang hawakan.

My husband, Landon Hart, lost a truth-or-dare round, so he carries out the punishment by making out passionately with his secretary, Amelia Colton, in my car. They've gone so far as to leave stains of their coupling on my son's booster seat. After Amelia sends me the video clip of them making out, I forward it to Landon right away. "Are you about to file for bankruptcy, Mr. Hart? What, are you only capable of cheating on me in my car?" Landon sends me an audio message. His tone carries a hint of satisfaction—clearly, he's done having his fun. "This is just a business alliance between us. Do you seriously think I'm your actual husband? It's just a dare! What, are you too prim and proper for games now?" I just chortle coldly in return. Well then, I'll make Landon understand that he should pay the price for doing something he's not supposed to do.

They Met They Loved Now they hate "Happy Birthday", the card read. Lylah's dark eyebrows rose, who would cross over cities with her just to give her a birthday card? Couldn't be her best friend, or? "No", she yelled. It couldn't be He wouldn't dare

For those of us who truly believe a happily ever after is just out there waiting for us, our worst nightmare is finding out we never had a chance. Cinna woke up one morning and realized her boyfriend wasn’t the man of her dreams that she always thought. She took a long look at herself and realized she wasn’t even her anymore, just some alternate version she created to please the selfish elf she shared a house with. That was the day she left. The day she chose herself for the first time in years. Now she has to learn how to start a new life, which isn’t as easy as you would think considering her lack of magic. What she doesn’t know is life has a cruel way of making sure you get everything you deserve whether you want it or not. Cinna may not be looking for love or anything other than the solitary life she craves, but she is needed more than she realizes. Let’s hope she can handle what life has decided to throw at her.

My husband's first love had been trapped in a car for an hour. After they pulled her out, his rage shifted onto me. “It’s your fault she got hurt,” he spat, his eyes blazing as he grabbed me. Before I could make sense of what was happening, he forced me into a wooden box, slamming the lid down with a deafening crack. “You’re going to feel every ounce of the pain she went through,” he hissed, nailing it shut. I pounded on the walls, my screams tearing through the air. “Please, I didn’t do anything! Let me out!” My throat burned with the effort, my fists aching, but nothing stopped him. “Stay in there until you’ve figured out how to act like a decent human being,” he said, his voice cold, dripping with contempt. Hours passed. My body twisted unnaturally in the tight space, bones throbbing as blood smeared the wood beneath me. I whispered into the dark, the pain unbearable. "Please… just let me out…" But he didn’t care. A week later, he returned, his laughter echoing with hers as they entered the house, carefree from their trip. He finally opened the box. But by then, I was already gone. The woman he locked away was no longer breathing, no longer pleading. Just a cold, silent corpse.