Four Thousand Five Hundred

My son is dead. He dies in a cramped toilet cubicle after having his skull smashed in. My husband, the school principal, arrives on the scene. The first thing he does is carry his true love's son, the one who killed my son, into an ambulance. They hurriedly leave. Before his death, my son tells me, "Don't cry, Mom. I'm not sad that Dad doesn't believe me. It's enough that you do…" I call Joshua Tucker during my son's funeral. He roars angrily, "Kenny had to get two stitches on his arm because of your son! If you keep pestering me like this, I'll beat him up when I get home!" My son? I look at the gaping hole in my son's head, the one that won't ever bleed anymore. I shut my eyes. Yes, he's my son. My son is dead, Joshua. From now on, there's nothing between us.

By six, Amelia had whipped up a six-dish dinner with soup—Chad Felton's favorites, of course. By seven, she'd prepped his bath, complete with rose petals and candles. By eight, his slippers were perfectly lined up by the door. At nine, Chad finally strolled in. Amelia stepped up, taking his suit jacket. "Eat first or bathe?" she asked, setting the slippers in front of him and hanging the jacket. "Bathe," he muttered, eyes glued to his phone.

My show-quality service beastkin doesn't like me. He only wags his tail for my sister. I then bring home a low-grade venting beastkin. But he's now so upset that he's nearly in tears. "Layla Manfred, there can only be one hound, and that's me!"

On Valentine’s Day, someone stabbed my mother-in-law twenty times until she died. So, I took the murderer to court. My wife was a renowned lawyer, but she decided to defend him. I confronted her in anger, but she casually replied, “Derek’s younger brother is still a college student. Can’t you be a little more forgiving? “I’ll bring Derek and his younger brother along to visit your mother’s grave. Drop the charges. Don’t let this go to trial and embarrass me when you lose the case.” Looking at the mangled corpse full of stabbing wounds, I could not help but let out a bark of laughter. It looked like she was still unaware that the corpse was actually her own mother.

'Kelak, dia akan menjadi penguasa dua dunia!' 'Para tetua percaya bahwa dia memiliki kekuatan yang menakjubkan!' -------- Menceritakan anak muda yang bernama Amber Verbegens, dia menghabiskan waktunya demi berlatih seni bela diri bersama sang kakek. Dengan latihan berat yang di berikan kakeknya, Amber memiliki keterampilan yang membuatnya bisa maju ke tingkat yang lebih tinggi. Namun, kakeknya menemukan kekuatan di diri Amber. Siapa sangka, ada jiwa Monster yang terkurung di dalam tubuhnya. Jiwa Monster itu terus mengalirkan kekuatan yang luar biasa. Sementara, Amber yang menjadi wadahnya belum siap menampung kekuatan tersebut. Jika terus dibiarkan, maka dia akan hancur dengan diambil alih oleh jiwanya yang lain. Oleh karena itu, kakeknya mengirim Amber ke kota Reisen dengan tujuan memperkuat jiwa dan berlatih mengendalikan kekuatannya yang amat besar itu....

At six in the evening, Allen Bennett prepared a perfect dinner, with each dish carefully chosen to match Sarah Foster's preferences. By seven, he had run her bath, adding lavender essential oils and rose petals to the warm water, filling the bathroom with a calming fragrance. By eight, he placed her comfortable slippers by the entrance, awaiting her return. At nine, the front door finally opened. Sarah walked in, and Allen immediately went to greet her. With practiced grace, he helped her out of her coat and placed her slippers before her feet, then hung the coat in the entryway closet. Turning to her with a gentle smile, he asked, "Would you prefer to have your bath first or would you like to eat?"

My husband of five years, Eric Vale, came home drunk again. As I laid him in our bed, he murmured, “Don’t worry, my love… I’ll take care of you and our baby.” My heart stopped. Baby? We’d been on birth control since the day we married. There was no baby. I shook him lightly. “What are you talking about, Eric?” He blinked at me, confused, then smiled like nothing had happened. “Hey, babe… did I say something?” The next morning, I checked our joint account. Every month, ten thousand dollars had been wired to a woman named Bella Evers. Yesterday, he sent two hundred thousand more—with a note: I can’t wait for our baby to be born. Bella was Eric’s mistress and was now six months pregnant. So I made one call. “Papa,” I told the most feared Don in the South, “I’m getting a divorce.” I glanced at my sleeping husband. “I want him gone. And I want him broke.”

Kaze Lee just married the woman of his life, Darcy Quint, but on the night of their wedding, his family sent him to fight in a war on behalf of his brother. Forced to leave his wife alone, he fought many brutal battles and won many of them, ultimately winning the war. He returned with glory and honor, but his wicked brother poisoned him because of jealousy, turning him into a retard. Fortunately, an intimate session with his wife cured him. Never forgetting the oppression of his family and the insults he received from the world, he ought to take revenge on those who hurt him and his wife now that he had awakened.

“Five hundred thousand!'' ''One million!'' “Five million!” Hearing these men call these prices while the strange man twirled me, I could not help but feel disgusted. While I stood there, these men placing prices on me, I started to feel something. My wolf started to pick a scent, and next thing I knew, she called, ''mate''. ''Well, hello, mate.'' I clenched my fists as I turned, slowly, and turning to see who'd called me mate, I staggered at the sight of who it was. Alpha Alexander Ferrari, the most ruthless Alpha of all time. Before I could even make anything out of what was happening, he called, “Fifty million.” Hearing this, my legs almost gave way. . "I did not buy you so I could claim you, Amelia." He told me, and I stared at him, confused. "So, why did you buy me?" "So that you can bear me a child, the normal way…. WITH US MAKING LOVE.” WARNING: CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT.

Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the scientists called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one. An overwhelming amount of refugees flooded the other cities, telling tall tales of heroes rising and taking on four to six creatures at a time. they fought them off while the rest escaped. Delusions, false hope, call it whatever you want we all knew nothing was coming to save us. We sharpened our swords and barricade our homes. The creatures would find us, just like they found all the other cities.