Jujutsu Piece Script

My mother-in-law, Eleanor, was having a heart attack, and my husband, Ben Dover—a heart surgeon—was the only one who could save her. Did I call him? Nope. I just stood there, watching her gasp like a fish out of water. In my last life, I'd begged Ben to come save her. He brushed me off, accusing me of interrupting his time with his mistress, Ima Schit. No matter how much I pleaded, he wouldn't come. Eleanor had died in the hospital. And when Johnny, my father-in-law, demanded answers, Ben flipped the script, saying I'd never even called. He made Eleanor's death my fault. Johnny, blinded by grief and fury, killed me. But plot twist—I woke up. Right back to the day this circus started.

Luna Roja Villacencio thought she was living a normal life, until the blood moon on her eighteenth year's existence changed her entire belief in life. Little by little, piece by piece, the questions about her life have been answered in the most cruel and confusing way. How could she live normally, if she, herself, was not normal at all? Could she still do her best to live despite all the obscures that are obscured by the people she trusted the most?

When Gwyneth opened her eyes, she found herself in a webnovel she had just binge-read, and she wasn’t just a random character—she was the villain’s mother! In the story, after the tragic death of her first husband, the original owner of her body had swiftly moved on and snagged a perfect new partner, only to heartlessly cast aside her son from the first marriage, worrying he would become a burden. Now armed with knowledge of the impending plot twists and the looming shadows of her future villain son, Gwyneth glanced at her surprisingly alive first husband and groaned. With the script she had been dealt, she'd rather face a dragon than revamp this narrative! She was determined to rewrite her destiny, but how could she escape this villainous fate?

Rachel Larson was adamant about marrying me, and she spent ten years stealing my heart. On the night before our wedding, I overheard her conversation with her friend. "You're marrying Leonardo? What about your side piece?" A moment of silence later, Rachel answered, "That guy? He's just a cheap replacement. Leonardo's the real deal. Don't compare my side piece to him. If he stays put and keeps his mouth shut, I might let him stay around. Leonardo's a broad-minded man. He won't mind." The side piece did not stay put. In fact, he caused a scene at the wedding the next day. He shoved me off the stage, but the woman who was supposed to marry me darted over to his side instead. Why? He was holding a piece of broken glass against his throat. Gutturally, he roared, "Choose! Me or him?" Panicked, Rachel kicked me away despite my injuries, and she roared, "Get out of the way! I need to take him to the hospital! If anything happens to him, I'll kill you!" She didn't need to wait that long. My heart died right there and then. … That night, I bought a flight ticket that would take me abroad and left her.

Nathan and Faye's paths cross with a flash marriage and she's trapped in a life of hell as the Luna of a powerful pack. The Alpha of Black Saints has a reputation that keeps women away from him. A heartless heartbreaker who rips hearts to shreds for a living becomes her benefactor. He's her only chance at survival, but how do you make a man without a heart feel? Because Nathan Carver shatters her, piece by piece, until there's nothing left except...revenge.

Finding out about her pregnancy and getting kicked out by the father's family is not something that was in the script of Olivia Bennett's life. After getting rude information that her baby daddy was getting married to someone handpicked by his family, she took her broken spirit and pride away, vowing never again, to trust men. Marcus Salvatore did not want a life of drugs, guns, and death, but he had no choice as the heir of the Salvatore family. Fate led him to his son, whom he didn't know yet. Only after meeting with the mother of the child - His long-lost love, Olivia - did he realize that they still had some unfinished business and passion between them. He will do all he can, both legally and illegally, to rekindle that passion.

He was consumed by hate, while love ripped through me like a storm. We were like two thorns, trapped in a prickly embrace with no escape. We exchanged vows soaked in blood, sealed with a brutal kiss, and bound by bloodied rings, with no happily ever after on the horizon. Marco Costello, my so-called prince, shackled me as his wife, but he was no savior. I used to imagine what our life would have been like if I had said yes all those years ago instead of running away. I'd play Juliette to his brooding Romeo. But fate had a different script for me, casting me as the antagonist, trapped in a cycle of resentment and sadness, like a lost soul wandering through the shadows, unseen and unappreciated. “Till death do us part...” It wasn't a promise of forever, but a sentence to endless torment.

Dakota Stelter and I tumbled down that steep ravine together. I lay there bleeding and broken, only to watch my boyfriend scoop her into his arms and walk away without a backward glance. He left me. In that moment, in every way that mattered. While everyone fussed over Dakota's scratches, no one even checked if I was still breathing. When I was finally rescued and recovering at the hospital, my boyfriend didn't even visit. I was hurt. So I moved on. Piece by piece, I rebuilt myself without him. But then he became distraught. Suddenly, he was sobbing, telling me he had always loved me.

I was in the office bathroom stall when I heard them trash-talking me. The intern I'd trained for three months whined, "She's a heartless witch—like a robot with zero brain cells." I was about to swing the door open when another voice jumped in, laughing. "Documents incomplete." "Receipts don't match." "No signature? Denied." "Seriously, we've all memorized the freaking rulebot's script!" Once they were gone, I headed back to my desk. The intern stormed in and slammed a fat stack of reimbursement forms in front of me. "Don't go on another power trip and block everyone's claims." I skimmed the obviously fake receipts. Normally, I'd tear into her. But this time, I just smiled. "My head's killing me. Can't read the fine print."

WARNING 18 + ONLY This is an erotic piece containing all elements of suspense, drama, and tantalizing mist. So get ready to feel a lot of things. 17 years and below. Please this piece isn’t for you. Enjoy ************* From a mere Stripper to an Exclusive Stripper pawned in the hands of Mafia under lords. Francesca, a lowly girl, finds herself in a situation that will only cost her her life. But what can do but play the game in such a way that won’t cost her her life before time. Enzo,Emilio, Paolo Or Stefano… Who will be the one who ends up killing her? A tale of Regret, Erotism, Betrayal and Lust. Read “Stripper for the Mafia Bosses” to know more.