Inside Out Three Emotions

“You belong to us from the first day we set our eyes on you.” His deep voice sends shivers all through my body down to my core. “Now, be a good girl and spread your legs, show us your beautiful pussy.” I obeyed, spreading my legs and using my fingers to open my glistening wet pussy for their view. “Fuck, your pussy is leaking. What do you want, dick or tongue?” “Tongue, d..daddy.” I breathed. —------------------------ Amelia wanted to have a normal life like every other human. Little did she know that working in a five star restaurant will attract the attention of three dangerous and insanely gorgeous vampire men. They all wanted her by all means and will do anything to make her theirs which includes killing. But they don't fuck women more than a one-night stand. Will she be more than a fling or will emotion be attached?

When I was young, my uncle and his family had died in a fire to save me, leaving behind only their three-year-old daughter. Thus, she became the most lovable member of our family. Later, she and I were involved in a car accident. As the blood and amniotic fluid mixed together, I clutched my husband's hand and begged him to save me and our children. However, he swatted my hand away and said impatiently, "Don't you realize Alice had hurt her bones?" My mother also scolded me, "Why are you still craving attention at a crucial moment like this? You are so cruel. Do you want Alice to be crippled for the rest of her life?" Just like that, I watched helplessly as they left with all the doctors, leaving me all alone. In the end, I died along with my adorable twin babies. When they heard the news, the ones who despised me most went crazy.

Rhea was nothing—an orphaned omega, forgotten in the shadows of Crescent Shadow Pack. She was bullied, ignored, and born into a world that never wanted her. Her only warmth came from Lyra, the Beta’s radiant daughter—a girl Rhea worshipped like the sun, the one blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. Rhea lived for Lyra’s light. Until the Goddess turned her gaze. On her twentieth birthday, Rhea is thrust into the center of a destiny she never asked for—fated mate to the Alpha’s triplet sons. Three brothers, one throne, and a bond that will crown her as Luna. But only one mate can ascend. And the others? They may destroy her before they let her choose. Cassian, the wild heir who once loved Lyra and now hates Rhea for taking her place. Lucian, the perfect firstborn with ambition in his eyes and loyalty that cuts like a blade. Dorian, the soft-spoken charmer with a secret fire and a desperate hunger to matter. As power swells and envy brews, Rhea must rise from the ashes of who she was. The Moon has chosen her, but the pack? They will not kneel easily. Especially not when her bond pushes Lyra—the sun she once lived for—into shadow. Will Lyra accept becoming the shadow or will she come back for the light that was hers? In a world ruled by legacy and ambition, Rhea must decide if she is a girl surviving fate—or a Luna shaping it.

When the zombie apocalypse hit, pets leveled up into guardians. Three per person. That was the cap. My buddy dropped serious cash on three Caucasian Shepherds. My landlord dumped his fish and started raising crocodiles. My girlfriend bolted to the zoo and came back with a lion. Me? I had three strays. Bubba—blind. Missy—lame. Snowy—barely a month old. The second the system locked pet slots, I knew I was screwed. I barricaded myself inside with my three "broken" cats and kept my head down. Day one—fear. Day two—helpless. Day three—the cats strolled back in, tails up, dragging something I didn't recognize. Bubba looked at me. "Dad, I bit off every zombie head on the block. I'm solid, right?" I just stared.

After my older sister, Cecilia, and I hit adulthood, our parents dropped a bomb: one of us had to run the family business, the other had to marry into the Spencer family in Norwick City. Cecilia, blinded by greed, called dibs on the company without blinking. Problem was, she was all talk. Spent her days jet-setting and partying while the business tanked. Within a year, she'd burned it all to the ground. Me? I got the Spencer name and popped out two boys, locking in my spot as the rich wife. Cecilia couldn't handle it. Jealousy made her snap—she straight-up stabbed me at a family party. Next thing I knew, I was back on the day we had to choose. Cecilia didn't even pause. "I'll marry into the Spencer family. The business can go to Demi." I laughed. My poor, clueless sister—she had no idea she was walking straight into hell.

"Jamie, I've decided. I'm ready to join you at Hillridge as your exclusive screenwriter. I'll be there by the end of this month!" Melanie huddled in a quiet corner on the set as she made the call, a pregnancy test report clutched in her hand. She tried to shake off the chill from the freezing weather, but her hands and feet still felt painfully cold. Jamie's voice at the end of the line was a deep and pleasant baritone. "Your talent has long deserved a bigger stage. For eight years, you've turned me down nearly a hundred times for Ken's sake. Are you ready to leave him this time?" "Yes. I'm leaving him for good!" She clenched the pregnancy test report, her lips a bitter smile.

After being Conan Stone’s secretary and girlfriend for seven years, he was going to be engaged to someone else. Ninian Springs was dejected. She was going to resign, but he decided to cancel the engagement in public. During the auction, just when everyone thought that Conan was going to propose to Ninian, his crush showed up. When everyone saw that Ninian had the exact same face as Conan’s crush, they began to whisper. At that moment, Ninian finally realized: she was just a replacement.

ONE NIGHT. THREE BILLIONAIRES. A FORTUNE SHE NEVER KNEW EXISTED. Elena Marshall's life implodes in a single evening—cheated on, fired, and left with nothing. When a mysterious stranger rescues her from an attack, their night together awakens something wild and desperate inside her. But one night of passion becomes three dangerous obsessions. Ryder Cross—the reckless rebel who makes her forget everything on the back of his motorcycle. Dante Moretti—the possessive protector who installs her in his safe house and watches her with predatory intensity. Julian Hayes—the charming hotelier who makes her feel precious for the first time in her life. Three powerful men. Three explosive connections. And Elena caught in the middle of their ruthless competition. But as their pursuit intensifies, cracks appear in her reality. Someone is following her. Her past doesn't add up. And a letter arrives addressed to "Elena Ashford"—a name that doesn't belong to her. Until she discovers it does. Twenty years ago, billionaire Marcus Ashford was murdered and his five-year-old daughter vanished. Now Elena's memories are returning in violent fragments: blood on marble floors, a man dying, someone carrying her into the darkness. She's the missing heiress. And the three men desperate to claim her? They all have ulterior motives tied to the night her father was killed.

Zayn Ulrich and I have dated for seven years. However, when he's prosecuted and sent to prison, I leave him without hesitation. I turn to his best friend instead. Now, Zayn is out of prison. He rises from the ashes and uses every means possible to force me into marrying him. Everyone says he truly loves me, but no one knows the truth. Every night after our wedding, he brings different women into our bed, not even sparing my own sister. This is his punishment for my so-called betrayal. What he doesn't know is that I risked my life to clear his name—I willingly walked into a mafia hideout and traded one kidney and half my liver for the key evidence that saved him. Unfortunately, my time is running out.

The day my mother brought her childhood sweetheart back to the villa, my father—who had already quit smoking—stood on the balcony and smoked through the entire night. Back then, his colleagues at the research institute all envied him for having a wife who was a CEO. They said he should have stayed home and enjoyed life—why work so hard outside when all he needed to do was keep a firm grip on the household finances? But my father never agreed. "Those things are all external," he would say. "As long as the feelings are still there, we'll be fine whether we're rich or poor. And if one day she no longer loves me, I'll leave with nothing and walk away alone." He never expected his words to become prophecy. My mother truly did stop loving him. Later, when she appeared before the media, arm in arm with that man, my father didn't look back. He boarded a flight overseas and disappeared from our lives. And as I stared at the photo in my social feed—my fiancée's hand entwined with someone else's—I knew it was time for me to leave too, just like my father had.