Foot Worship Story

Calvin and I had been married for seven years. While packing up some clothes, I found a cheap lighter in the pocket of his jacket. Everything he wore, from the inside out, had been carefully chosen by me to highlight his refined taste and status. However, in that girl’s Twitter photos, he looked like a college boy, dressed in cheap clothes and wearing a digital watch that cost only a few dollars while kissing her. Using a throwaway account, I casually liked the post and commented, "A perfect match." Then, I turned to Calvin and said, "How did I never realize you had such a thing for bargains?"

Carl Anderson doesn't show up for our engagement party. I finally find him in a bar's private room after night has fallen. "I only think of her as a sister. Who would've expected her to want to latch onto me like that? There's no way I'll marry her in this lifetime!" He downs his drink. Later, when he and Angela Moran get married, he tells his friends to stop me at the entrance. He's afraid I'll crash his wedding and ruin it. "Keep an eye on Iris, guys. Don't let her crash the wedding!" he says. As soon as the words are out of his mouth, I show up with Henry Moran. "Don't even dream of stepping in there, Iris!" Carl looks at me warily. "You're so rude! You have to call her Aunt Iris now!" Angela greets me warmly and leads me inside.

The new project was short on staff. Over everyone's objections, I pulled three former colleagues out of an overlooked department where they'd been warming the bench for years. The four of us became the project's core team. The bonus was generous, the workload light. They all said I was their lucky charm. Three months later, with delivery just around the corner, I passed the break room and overheard them talking. "The biggest credit for this project belongs to the three of us. Why should Chloe get an equal share of the bonus just because she recommended us? She barely did any real work." "Exactly. Let's talk to the director. We'll say all the core work was done by us, that she's not up to the task. We'll apply to have her removed from the contributors list." "Just thinking about not having to split those tens of thousands with her—it feels amazing." I pushed the door open. They stared at me, stunned. I smiled. They wanted to kick me out? Too bad. I was the director who parachuted in to evaluate them.

Every touch from Deuce sent a jolt of pleasure down my spine, forcing my toes to curl in delight. Deciding he’d rather join than watch, Talon rose up from the bed, sandwiching me against Deuce with his ripped body till I could feel every dip and curve of both men’s muscle. I was trapped between the devil and a hard place. Literally. ————- Wanted for the murder of his best friend and on trial for being a witch, Dante thought his life was over the day he realized he could start fires with his mind. But fate has a far more sinister plot in store for the little fire-starter. Follow Dante as he goes head to head with Murderous Alphas, Cunning Vampires and Sexy Demons while he attempts to find his foot in the hottest throuple love story on the market right now.

Sarah is a drama fan who went and live in Korea just to see her idol up close. But one day when she was going out on a shopping spree for some idol goods. She tripped and sprained her foot so bad. And someone went to help her. In her shock, she meet her idol in flesh, Dohyung Kang, a not-so-famous Korean actor but she fell so hard on his talents. He offered help but she refuses and in her mind, she was already so ashamed of herself since he already discovered she was a hardcore fan. He lifted her up and brought her to his home and meet his wife, Ji-Ha Kang, who was a doctor who practiced both old and modern treatment. Ji-Ha tried the massage treatment on her sprain and Sarah moans Infront of them... This will be a complicated and mature story of a polygamous relationship. They solve their problem and sex life.

Yet to find his Luna, Alpha Ephraim, at the behest of the Alpha King, helps secure territories that have been overrun by rogues. One such territory has him organizing the entire departure of a rogue-built nation. However, he finds a remnant from the previous pack, a wolf who has guarded the forest and not allowed the rogues to hunt or even step foot into its territory. The moment he meets the wolf , he realizes that this wild wolf is his fated mate. A she-wolf who lost her memory of ever being human, locked in her wolf form, finds an instinctual draw to Ephraim. Slowly, the two build a bond and a friendship despite their inability to communicate. Ephraim tries to find a cure and a way for his fated to shift. She tries to help him by protecting his pack from rogues that have started to zero in on his pack. ~ The Wild Luna is a fated mates, slow burn, story of building friendships, while they work to save each other from outside forces.

When Roxy showed up at my engagement party to Ian, wearing a dress from the same collection as mine, I knew the marriage wasn’t going anywhere.  The daughter of a homewrecker, Roxy would steal Ian from me just like how her mother took my dad from my mother. However, I'm not letting her get away with it.  Before anybody knew, I trashed my own engagement party and skipped town. I was done playing games.

I lapse into unconsciousness for a few days after a high fever. When I wake up, I see my boyfriend and his best friend standing by my bed. I want to enliven the atmosphere, so I joke, "Who are you?" Eric Cobb, my boyfriend, is taken aback. I almost laugh at the look on his face. Then, he points at his friend, Jonah Mullen. "Don't you remember? Your boyfriend's been panicking over you. As his best friend, I have to be here with him." This time, I'm the one who's taken aback. Unexpectedly, Jonah steps forward and says, "That's right. I'm your boyfriend, Jonah Mullen."

I knew perfectly well that open flames were forbidden at a gas-leak scene, yet as a firefighter, I still backed my girlfriend's childhood friend when he insisted on lighting a cigarette "to calm his nerves." In my previous life, a sudden gas leak erupted during a gathering. Her childhood friend insisted on smoking to steady himself. I slapped the lighter out of his hand and yelled at him for trying to get us all killed. Humiliated, he ignored everyone's attempts to stop him and stormed outside—only to be crushed by an advertising board blown loose by the explosion's shockwave. Later, when I saved a child who had fallen from a building and was left hanging in midair myself, my girlfriend—my second-in-command—maliciously cut my safety rope. She stared at my corpse and said, "If you hadn't humiliated George in front of everyone, he wouldn't have died." When I opened my eyes again, I was back in that room thick with the stench of leaking gas.

Three years after our breakup, I ran into my ex-girlfriend, and she had her new boyfriend by her side. "Hey, isn't that Henry the expert?" Diego Stanley taunted with a smirk. "Three years post-breakup, and you're slumming it here playing with clay?" I furrowed my brow, ignored them, and carefully moved the Victorian-era porcelain musician figurine onto its preset base in the display case. When I wasn't biting, he reached out to grab the figurine from my arms. "What's this junk you're treating like gold? Let me take a look." Cynthia Wyatt frowned, her voice laced with that familiar arrogance. "Henry, I've given you three years to shape up, and you're still the same loser? Come on, hand over that clay doll to Diego. Don't kill the vibe. If you play nice, I might even reconsider our old engagement." As Diego's hand neared the figurine, I dodged quickly and barked, "Hands off! It's a historical artifact!" Diego got pissed off and shoved me hard. "Some flea market find, and you're acting all high and mighty?" In the ensuing scuffle, I lost my balance, and the figurine slipped from my grasp, crashing to the floor. That sealed their fate. This entitled pair was about to go bankrupt trying to fix it.