Floor Guardians Overlord

Don't you wish for a Cinderella kind of love story? Don't you wish to be pampered with love? Of course, everyone does wish for that. That their prince charming would come looking for them just like in Cinderella's story. It is every girl's dream and desire. But not all dreams come true. Just like in May Hayes case, A beautiful, fierce, and arrogant boss lady who wishes for a perfect love full of romance, hearts, and flowers but finds something else. A love filled with thorns. She collided with a man who pushed her butt flat on the floor but refuse to apologize claiming that it wasn't his fault but rather hers. She was enraged and so she got the man arrested unknown to her, he is her new boss. The CEO of Newman's corp, Benson Newman Thong. A rude, arrogant, and handsome billionaire whose heart is made of stone. He turned her into his slave as a way to punish her for getting him arrested. She was broken, hurt, and tortured and so she hated him But, when the breeze of love blows on her, it hits her so badly leaving her injured without letting her go unscathed. She was deeply in love with him and was torn apart between taking revenge or making him fall for her. But just like every saying, love concurs all. In the end, she chose love and managed to break into her strong boss's heart and she was able to change their stories forever. A story of hate to love. A story of determination A story of two worlds, and one soul. A story of fate. And a story of love as a sole point of unity

I went through 100 hormone shots for him—just to finally get pregnant. Five years begging those shots to work—all for Rafe Morello. The Don with ice in his veins... but also the guy who used to wipe sweat off my forehead in the middle of the night. Everyone thought we were goals. Then I handed over my lab results, and the nurse paused, blinking up at me. "Sorry, what's your relationship to Rafe Morello? There's already a pregnancy under his wife's name." I froze. Carmela Vitale. His dead brother's wife. Spouse listed: Rafe Morello. Breathing? Suddenly optional. No tears. No drama. I just slid off my ring and tucked it into my bag. Then I called the number buried at the bottom of my drawer. My voice? Freakishly calm. "Yeah. Three days. Pick me up." It wasn't about revenge. I left because I finally got it—some people, you gotta cut loose if you ever wanna stop bleeding. Three days later, he walked into a silent bedroom. On the nightstand: my wedding ring, the signed divorce papers, and a copy of the ultrasound. He sat on the floor and just... kept rubbing that ring. Regret doesn't knock. It floods. And that night, it drowned every lie he thought he could get away with. That was when he finally figured it out—love could wreck a person worse than hate ever could.

Adrian Quirrel, the heir to the Quirrel family, had been in poor health since childhood. Guided by the old superstition that marriage could restore his health, his family had taken in four young women, with only one to be chosen as his bride. On the selection day, they invited a renowned astrologer to read our birth charts. As soon as he said I carried a healing energy and could bear healthy heirs, the Quirrels decided on the spot that I would be Adrian's bride. Three months later, his health miraculously improved, and I soon found myself pregnant with twins—a boy and a girl. The family elders were ecstatic and even promised that my son would become the Quirrels' future heir. But on the night of the christening, Adrian locked me and the babies in the basement. I broke down and demanded an explanation. He sneered and replied, "If it weren't for your so-called 'healing energy,' Emily would've been my wife. "She wouldn't have jumped to her death at such a young age if she hadn't been pushed to that point. Tonight, I want you and your children to accompany her in death." He grabbed a nearby iron rod and savagely brought it down onto our babies. I threw myself over the babies, but Adrian kicked me aside. Blood splattered across the walls and floor, and my babies' breathing gradually weakened until it stopped. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Adrian chose his bride.

Katherine had no place in the Royal Masquerade Ball for she was only a servant of the Domil Pack. However, her friend Sandy snuck her into the palace, allowing her a fleeting taste of the royal ball. Amid the sea of masked werewolves, Katherine found herself swept onto the dance floor, unknowingly caught in the arms of Alpha King Luther Reeds. The bond between them was undeniable, but so was the cold anger in his eyes. Without knowing each other’s true identities, Luther rejected her with a harsh command not to show herself ever again, passing her off to another man with a trail of despise as he let her go. Ending the night with pain and hatred for each of them. Luther despised the mate bond, viewing it as a weakness unfit for a King. His only concern was choosing a partner of high status to bear his heir—love and bonds had no place in his plans. But fate had other ideas. Their paths crossed again, and this time, Luther took her—not as his mate, but only to be a servant in his palace. Katherine lived in misery, sorrow, and despair. She watched her mate betray her, use her, and bed any woman he wanted. She wanted to escape the palace, to leave the Alpha King, but she could not. Driven by the last thread of her sanity, she ended her sorrow—and her life—under the cold, emotionless gaze of the Alpha King. But her death was not yet the end, but the beginning. What fate awaits Katherine who was favored by the goddess who cursed the Alpha King? And what will happen when he learns that she is the key to breaking his curse?

**Completed**#Mystery # RomanceAaina Sanghvi a beautiful but spoiled girl of rich Sanghvi family. Her family planned her wedding, and forced her into marriage with a guy, Her family did give her right to choose her husband, so She ran away from her destination wedding place on the wedding day. She went on a pre-planned trip with a group. Her family replaced the bride and her cousin married to that boy. She met Harsh Rawat (HR), the arrogant and possessive billionaire on her trip. Their family forced them to marry, they got married. But consequences start in their life when they consider each other's love. Aaina learns about Harsh's dark past and she has to face, she became a victim of it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~"Who are you?" I raised my hand to slap her hard, I lost my all senses of thinking, as learn her truth."I'm Aaina, " She trembled with fear, lying on the marble floor and scrawled back to save herself."Dadu... Veer.. Help me..." She cried out. loudly."I'm asking you for the last time, who are you and where is my Aaina?" I warned her undid my leather belt."Harsh, have you lost your sense?" Dadu stood between us."She isn't Aaina, Dadu. She is making us fool for a month, " I growled in anger.My words froze Dadu at his place. "Give me the proof, " Dadu ordered me."Dadu..." I screamed with a shock.

Gina and I were just ordinary werewolves in the Silver Claw Pack. Our incomes were modest, but we married well. Her mate was the captain of the Silver Claw Pack patrol unit. Mine, the fire squad leader. They grew up together—childhood friends—and were the youngest golden duo in the Werewolf Alliance. On the day we married, our mates each bought us a luxury high-rise apartment on the top floor of the central castle, side by side, with the promise of sharing life and death together. That is, until that fateful night. Rogues broke into the central zone. Chaos reached even the upper levels of our building. The tower caught fire. Amidst the thick smoke, I sent a desperate mind-link to my mate. He blocked it. Turns out, both our mates were busy shielding their shared first love, Lifu. They ignored our calls for help. Gina dragged me as we ran. She was six months pregnant; her pup was already kicking from the panic. Her mate never showed up either. We made it to the stairwell, where we were trapped for five hours. Toxic fumes filled our lungs. I went into labor too early. My pup didn't make it. Gina bled for three days in the hospital. Her pup was gone too. Meanwhile, our mates were digging through the wreckage—twenty-four hours straight—searching for Lifu's lost dog. That was it. Right then and there, Gina and I looked at each other and knew. We were done.

The music made the speakers tremble, the floor vibrated with the rumble of the sound and the jumps of the crazy people. Each one in their own world, dancing together, dancing separately. Enjoying music, company and alcohol. I danced alone, with a drink in hand. Gliding, moving my hips to the rhythm of the music, not paying much attention to anything or anyone around me. Just enjoying that moment of inner peace that I was needing and he was giving it to me. It was a respite, a window that I opened myself in my own cage to let in air and I knew that as soon as I left the club the window would close and I would lock myself back in my world without fresh air. Therefore, he enjoyed everything he could. Alone. With eyes closed. Sweating the bad energy that others left me and breathing the good vibes that I had to give myself. They were approaching me. I drove them away. They invited me. I rejected them. they spoke to me I silenced them. I just wanted to dance and they were going to have to respect that. It was amazing how loud music could be my oxygen tank. It silenced my thoughts, freed me from tensions. There was nothing more relaxing in my life than dancing with my eyes closed and the volume turned up to a thousand. I twirled, I jumped, I wiggled, I hummed, and I sang. The brightly colored lights flickered making it difficult to see, but it was what I liked the most, going blind for an instant, forgetting that I had the ability to see the world, a false, disastrous and difficult world.

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. ****

After working abroad for several years, I returned home, only to have my parents arrange a blind date for me. He was tall and strikingly handsome, honest in character, steady in demeanor, and came from an excellent family background. In short, the perfect candidate for a husband. I told myself that sooner or later, marriage was inevitable, so I settled on him. The day before the wedding, I went to the church—only to be stunned by the sight before me. The entire place had been transformed into something sinister and grotesque. The walls were plastered with terrifying photos of corpses, the floor littered with wax figures of severed arms and legs, and even the flowers had been dyed black, dripping with blood-red stains. But the most infuriating part was the image hanging right at the center of the church—an AI-generated picture of me, pinned beneath my fiancé, as he whipped me. My whole body trembled with fury. I stormed at the staff still working on the decorations, ordering them to stop immediately. Just then, his best friend, Nina Cullen, walked in. "Don't stop. Yves prefers this wedding style." I froze, staring at her in disbelief. "How is that possible? Who in their right mind would decorate something as joyous as a wedding with gore? This is insane!" Nina only gave a cold, arrogant laugh. "That's the theme. If you want to marry him, you'll have to accept it." Speechless, I immediately called Yves. "Yves, I'm not interested in getting married in a haunted house. You'd better restore the church to normal; otherwise, this wedding is off."

A well-planned day will be the way to cross their path crucially. August 13, 2014, was the marked day Lavender Visha Grey will meet her new psychologist, Dr. Black, to maintain her lovely reputation she will need a therapist to help her heal her darkest past she had been hiding since she escaped. Growing up in an orphanage as skinny and stinky as she was, she has been the target of big fat bullies since she arrived in the shelter. The poor little Lavender tends to stay alone in the empty room, as usual after their meal she will run up to the third floor with her little smile and the idea she will be alone again. But she didn’t expect that the moment she stepped into the room her nightmares would be made and hunt her for the rest of her life. She never expected that the mighty psychologist would find the key to open her soul again out of curiosity. With his charming smile and dark look. Will her walls be shaken with the hot psychologist? Or she will buy any preference book to learn how to seduce a great seducer. Even she can entice many as she can. She needs to have the one she can’t unless she tells her story for the first time. On their way to getting into each other, they will be burned with their fiery desire with their way through. One heart that seeks revenge for her loved one, and one heart that intends to show his love but in a wrong way. “Manipulation is not always needed I know,” “I want peace but I need to avenge, yes,”