Hung Jocks

On my birthday, my mother-in-law had just been wheeled out of surgery, only to be sent straight back into the ER. In a video newly posted by an intern, he was shown holding a scalpel and cutting my mother-in-law open, while the lead surgeon, who was my wife, was nowhere in sight. “Who says interns aren’t qualified to operate? No worries. My Dr. Lover dotes on me.” Colleagues flooded the comment section, saying the couple was sweet and that they were shipping them. I forwarded the video straight to the hospital director. Not long after, my wife called me. Her breath ragged and voice fragmented. “So I forgot your birthday. Is that reason enough for you to go to the director and accuse me of violating hospital rules? “I’m so done with your unreasonable behavior! Even if my mother sides with you this time, I’m still getting a divorce…” She hung up before I could respond. What she didn’t know was that her mother wouldn’t be taking my side anymore. Because the patient who went into massive postoperative hemorrhage and died during resuscitation, under the lead of an intern, was her mother.

I thought my life was finally turning around. Hope was just within my reach. But when my dad's life hung in the balance, fate dragged me back to the edge. To save the person I love the most, I agreed to marry my cold-hearted, arrogant boss-a man who made one thing painfully clear: this is just a contract. There's no room for love. After a childhood filled with the pain and loss of my mom, my dad was my anchor, I couldn't afford to lose him. So I entered into a loveless marriage, bound to a man who buried his pain beneath a hardened shell. But as the days passed, I saw glimpses of his loneliness, his hidden vulnerability. Against my will, I started to fall for him, breaking the one rule he'd made: Never fall in love. Now, I face an impossible choice. If I give in to these forbidden feelings, I risk not only my heart but everything—my dad, my freedom, and the fragile connection we've begun to build. Can love survive when breaking the rules could shatter us both?

On the flight to Arlencia, a post popped up: [What's it like to have sex in a wedding dress?] The pic showed a girl yanking some guy's purple tie while he hiked up her gown. His face was blurred, but hers? Straight-up blissed out. Everyone in the comments was swooning over how in love they looked. I didn't swoon. I froze. Because that purple tie? I gave it to Zeke Santoro, my fiancé, a few days ago. And that wedding dress? The exact custom one he had made for me. There was only one. I kept zooming in, heart racing, until I spotted a family photo in the background. My hands were shaking when I called him. "I wanna see the dress," I said. He hesitated. "It's at the studio getting final touches. Not with me right now. I'll show it to you later." I just smiled and hung up. That was all I needed. Zeke cheated—and the girl? His stepsister, Jella. Total circus. I reopened the post and shot her a DM: [Your wedding dress is stunning. I have the same one.]

Bertrand Callum was a well-known lawyer in our circle and my fiancé. We had agreed to go on our honeymoon right after registering our marriage. But he broke that promise again and again. He took his secretary to every place I had dreamed of visiting. On my birthday, he brought her to Saltorlini, the place we had planned to go together. Later, he gave up our marriage registration just because she had sprained her ankle. Even when I was in a car accident and on the verge of death, he hung up on my call for help because of something she said. After I recovered, I went alone to Acreatic, a place I had always longed to see, and moved out of the home we once shared. A week after I left, Bertrand called to scold me. "Annie, you need to stop overreacting. Are you really going to divorce me over something so trivial?" I wanted to remind him that we had never actually registered our marriage. But ultimately, I shut up and said nothing. After all, there was nothing between us anymore.

My son, Tyler, never really had his dad around growing up. Because my husband, Ethan, was a top doctor, always working late. He pulled countless patients back from the brink of death, but he misdiagnosed his own son's pneumonia as a simple cold. All because he was on the phone with his first love, Isabella, while he was supposed to be listening to Tyler's chest. That night, when Tyler's life was on the line, Ethan claimed he was in a critical surgery and hung up on me ten times. I rushed our son to the hospital, only to find out my husband was at a birthday party for Isabella and her daughter. In the dead of night, Isabella posted a photo of the three of them on Instagram. At the same time, my son, Tyler, died in the very hospital where his father worked. The next day, I held a funeral for my son all alone. Three days later, I boarded a plane out of Seattle, clutching a photo of my son. It was only then that my husband, Ethan, found out Tyler was dead, started searching for me like a madman.

"Kill her!" "Kill her!" "Kill her!" They all chanted as she knelt before them with her head hung low. Her wet hair clung to her face as her heart hammered against her chest. She was going to die. Her hands were tied behind her and her legs were shackled with huge chains that sent bristle shock through her body. Her throat kept bobbing, forcing the lumps down. It has finally come to this. She thought to herself. •••• She was nothing but a weak and cursed Omega. Left to die in the terrifying Black Forest, Nyx was captured by slave hunters who wanted to have her sacrificed for the Alpha King’s sister's marriage. Her salvation came in the image of her mate, Zenith Hells, the Lycan King. But there was an hindrance. Zenith was not here for a mate but for an arranged bride. What happens when she is suddenly caught between the royal struggle for power and the throne? Will she be able to get her mate from the clutches of his fiancée and the chaos that roamed the streets of the Lycan Lands or will she be left to tend to her broken heart?

Please leave a message after the tone. "Hi. This is Julie. Si Maria Juliena Dimagiba, tanda mo pa? Nakita nga pala kita kanina. Kasama mo 'yong boyfriend mo habang sakay kayo ng auto mo. Hindi mo siguro ako napansin kasi nobyo mo 'yong umorder para sa inyo. Oo, ako 'yong nasa drive thru. Rome... I'm sorry. Ang sama-sama ko noong mga bata pa tayo. Sorry sa lahat ng mga pambubully ko. Alam mo... feeling ko kinakarma na ako ngayon. Kasi ang yaman-yaman at ang sikat-sikat mo na, e. Tapos heto ako... kahit anong kayod ko, kahit anong sikap ko, wala pa rin. Hindi ako manghihingi ng pera sa'yo ha. Tumawag lang ako kasi gusto kong mag-sorry at sabihing..." Mahal kita, Borromeo Buendia Jr. Mahal kita kahit pansexual ka pa, bakla, o ano pa. I hung up and sent my message, leaving my confession still untold.

Aurelia cross was never meant to fall for the one man that held her future in his hands, not when he was her professor at her law school, not when he was the boss and owner of the law firm she had just started to intern at, not when he was the Levi Vale, the infamous billionaire and prolific lawyer who hides too many scars behind his icy blue eyes and stony expression. Should the fact that her brother’s freedom hung loosely in the balance should she choose to give in to her forbidden desires stop her? Probably but what’s life with a little sin right? Levi Vale, the enigma of a lawyer and business mogul however has one too many skeletons in his cupboard, one of them- he is an unfeeling sociopath who is caught by surprise as he watches the talented and confident Aurelia in his class as she dominated every single time. Diagnosed by his therapist, he is declared to have a condition where he feels nothing but the brown skinned sharp mouthed lawyer in his class and office fills his heart and mind with something that feels a lot like……emotion.

Kissed by the Man Who Broke Me By Nweke Ogochukwu Divinefavour She loved him like he hung the stars. He loved her… until he didn’t. Liana Reed never meant to fall for Adrian Blackwell — her boss, her mentor, the man every woman in the city wanted. He was powerful, charming, and impossibly hard to resist. One kiss turned into a secret love affair that consumed them both. But just when Liana believed she’d finally found her forever, a single lie shattered everything. A whispered rumor. A woman’s perfume on his shirt. A betrayal she never saw coming. Now, two years later, she’s back — no longer the naïve girl who once believed in fairy tales. She’s beautiful, successful, and determined to make him pay for the way he broke her heart. But revenge is never simple. Because the moment she sees him again, those old by feelings burn brighter than ever — and the man who once destroyed her is the same one her heart can’t seem to forget. Love. Hate. Passion. Pain. How do you destroy the man who still owns your heart?

In the beautiful room, a man and a woman were entangled on the bed. The two naked bodies were stuck together without a single gap, the image was so hot that it was suffocating, in the quiet space now were the woman's urgent moans, the man's panting. Suddenly the phone rang, causing Nolan's face to frown, he raised his hand to turn it off but Hellen stopped him. Looking at the name on the screen made her smile. - My dear, didn't I say I couldn't bother you tonight? - Hellen, I'm scared. Nolan is really angry with you, he went out that night, you couldn't contact him. Today is your birthday, can't he tolerate you? On the other side was the angry but crying voice of a woman, her birthday was very solemn, but at night her husband was not by her side. On this side, the man she was talking about was lying on top of another woman's body, gently biting her chest, making her almost scream. Tuyet Dung glared at him. She quickly comforted Grace with a few sentences then hung up. She didn't want anyone to disturb her on this romantic night.