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While I'm waiting for my wife, Anna Fulton, I happen to come across a popular post on social media that's posted by someone who lives in the same city as I do. "What should I do if my husband clings to me too much?" Among the comments that make fun of the original poster for flaunting her happy marriage on the Internet, the lengthy comment left by a masculine ID attracts my attention. "You gotta pretend to be ditzy and dumb. My childhood friend was forced to marry the man she doesn't love, so I suggested to her that she should pretend to be a directionally-challenged idiot. She kept up that facade for five years so far. "After that, her mother-in-law kept urging her to give birth to a baby. So, she secretly coated the stairs with grease, leading to her husband falling down the stairs. When she drove him to the hospital, she pretended to lose her way and drove a few laps around the suburban area. In the end, her husband could never get his manhood up ever again because the treatment got delayed. "Her mother-in-law thought it was an accident. She was afraid that my childhood friend might abandon her husband, so she bought her a house and a car. You have no idea how much that mother-in-law sucked up to her! "Today is her husband's professor selection day. She even suggested to him that she'd drive him to the campus. But the truth is, she plans on pretending to lose her way in the traffic just to drag the time out so that I can replace him in the selection. "Once her husband fails the selection, she'll use the opportunity to convince him to resign from his job. He's already a loser, to begin with. Once he loses his job, she'll have a valid reason to divorce him once and for all." The familiar experience makes my heart skip a beat. Before I can ruminate about the details, I hear Anna's guilt-ridden voice drifting into my ear. "I think I'm lost, Claude. Surely you can make it to the selection on time, right?"

To be William Brich's woman, there are three conditions that must be met: like to be pampered, like to be loved, like to be taken care of in every way. This woman happens to meet all the requirements and must belong to him only!

Aideen was a small feisty princess, hair like fire, skin like porcelain, eyes like fields. Beauty did not escape her, but her kingdom did not trust her. Beauty like hers was found only in witches and demons. She was neither, just the daughter of the alpha and his mate. Her parents kept her secret for so long, even from her, as she grew up, they could no longer hide it. With her 18th birthday fast approaching, she is destined for greatness, but how will her clan react?

Melanie is her name, her brown hair has turned to black because of dirt, her brown eyes which held no emotions, she was raised like an animal, her only purpose in life is to feed and satisfy younger men’s sexual urge else she will be flogged and tortured like an animal, her senses were like that of an animal and she behaves like an animal, the only language she knows are sexual language and the only type of sounds she makes is crying and moaning. All her life she never lived like a human, she lived in a cage and eat food meant for animals, she's the greatest asset the Cougar Empire possesses because she can satisfy hundred of men in a day and won't get tired and even if she does, she would be flogged and tortured till her strength comes back. She was the best of all cougars but she get the least attention, she rarely bath…the only times they force her to bath is whenever there's job for her to deliver, she's more like an animal in human form, she eats like an animal and she's the only cougar that was kept in hostage because she can be violence when she becomes hungry, they rarely feeds her, she's always walking around with her two hands chained, and she never stand up straight like normal human beings, she always bend while walking just like animals, All her life has been hell until she met him, the man with most enchanting blue eyes, will he save her

It walks like a destiny and flows like water. Evil comes as fast as the wind, then as fast as lightning the truth will pursue it. Just like love that comes and goes like dusk in the afternoon, no one will know even the heart can't dodge. Aini : You should never let go because there don't necessarily be a second chance of grasping the same warm. Dave: How strong and much you sacrifice your soul if you are not destined to be together will be the same. No matter how tight you grasp, if the grasped wants to leave then it's just useless.

She came looking for a fresh start. She found something far more complicated. Beatrice has spent years keeping herself afloat — working jobs that drain her, paying bills that never shrink, going home each night to a silence that grows heavier by the day. When a housekeeper position at one of the city's most lavish estates falls into her hands, it feels like the universe finally offering her something gentle. Something quiet. She didn't expect them. Silas is everything danger looks like when it's dressed in elegance. Refined, wickedly intelligent, and devastatingly charming — he speaks in carefully chosen words and looks at her like she's already a secret he intends to keep. Atticus is something else entirely. Raw. Unpredictable. The kind of man whose presence fills a room before he even enters it. He looks at Beatrice like she belongs to him — like he decided that long before she had any say in the matter. And God help anyone who disagrees. Beatrice keeps her head down and her walls up. But walls mean nothing in a house like this, with men like these. Their world is intoxicating. Their attention is impossible to escape. The brothers take what they want. The brothers keep what they claim. And they have claimed her.

"She was hopelessly in love with him, with every fibre of her being. It was a love that was both beautiful and dangerous, like a wildflower blooming on the edge of a cliff. She knew that loving him was a mistake, but she couldn't help herself. It was like she was drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. But as their love story unfolded, it became clear that this mistake would have dire consequences.

Christine and Mitchell love story. If Army, football stars, surgeons, glamorous actors and models, and honest politicians destroy your ability to suspend disbelief. It is a work in progress with several chapters completed and many more to come. Thanks to everyone the takes the time to read this, and to all of you that still like to dream. Post what you like or don’t like about the story.

In high school, Trixie already had a crush on Ken even though she knew his secret, that Ken was gay. Many women like him but what they don't know is that like them, Ken also likes men. When they graduated from college, Ken was forced to marry Trixie because of their parents, even against his will, he agreed even though he already had a boyfriend. Is there any hope for a gay like Ken to love the girl he hates the most? How many years will pass before Ken realizes how much Trixie loves him? Are they always like dogs and cats that always fight?

When Dexter Welch, a security guard who works in the residential area, sees me driving my pink Toyota Corolla everywhere, he's very certain that I'm a sugar baby who's being backed by her own sugar daddy. On the first day, I see one word getting carved into the car hood. It says "bitch". I merely give the hood a wipedown without uttering a word. Later on, I swap out the current SD card of my dashcam to an SD card that has a 512 GB memory. On the second day, my car windows get smashed in. When I go over to the property management office to check the security footage, the front desk agent tells me that the security camera overseeing my car "happens" to be broken. Dexter leans against the desk with a grin on his face. "If that car of yours is ruined, then so be it. Tell your sugar daddy to buy you another one." I crouch down and take a picture of the damage. Then, I save it into a folder called "evidence" in my phone. On the third day, two of my tires have gone flat. When I bend down to pick up a spare tire, Dexter hugs me from behind all of a sudden. He murmurs into my ear, "What's so good about sleeping with an old codger? Why don't you date me instead? I'm young and strong—" That's when I grab a wrench and smash it right into his arm. As Dexter nurses his injured arm, he glares at me. "How dare you lay a finger on me! Go ahead and lodge a report, then! My uncle's the property manager here! What can you do about me, hmm?" I silently note down Dexter's work ID without saying anything. On the fourth day, I drive another pink car back to the apartment. As soon as Dexter notices the flash of pink in its usual parking slot, he smiles as he exits the guardhouse. Then, he pulls out a key from his pocket and scratches my car with all his strength. An older gentleman who happens to be walking his dog nearby freezes in his tracks. He sounds so startled that his voice actually cracks. "Have you gone nuts? Do you know the model of the car you've just scratched? That's a top-tier Rolls-Royce!"